BoutaDolla - Polar Bear Lyrics

Colder than a polar bear, wilder than a wildebeest
Meet the lions at the feast, when we leave the vultures eat
Buckle ya chinstraps up nigga, It's game time
Y'all clowns the opening acts, I'm the headline
Get ya shit together, to hit the deadline
Keep my foot on the gas, I hit the red line
These dudes snitchin', knocking' down they fed time
Sock full of soap bars, catch yo ass at bed time
How the f*ck you gone eat, don''t put the work in
My hands hurtin', I'm working these hoes for certain
Ya heard me? I ball hard on purpose, my phone chirpin'
The feds watchin, I see em' lurkin'
So what you doin' here homie, ain't got no business here
Ballers, Macks, Hoes, Pimps, and Sinners here
My whole clique in here, light it up til' you thin as air
Body in the trunk, we gone stuff him just like a build-a-bear
Yea
Throw his body in the trunk, we gone stuff him just like a build-a-bear
Yea
Throw his body in the trunk, we gone stuff him just like a build-a-bear, yea
Ay
Throw his body in the trunk, we gone stuff him just like a build-a-bear
Yea
Yes, sir, I'm livin' life by the G-code, 1 through the pee hole
Cut ya mans out the sequel, the f*ck y'all want beef fo'
The streets is always talkin', f*ck you think I keep this heat fo?
Still got true friends, but miss my brothers that's deceased though
Y'all niggas cuffin', I'm hittin' truffles
I hit the button, she show me somethin'
I got her bussin', homie, it was nothin'
You never buzzin', that's the problem, cousin
You gotta put in the work, if you tryin' to eat
Don't expect to win the war, if you can't face defeat
You lames sleepin' on the money while I'm tryin' to eat
Duct tape the bitch mouth, hog tie his feet
Make sure that you let him know, if you see police
You better protect yourself, they can sense week
This song wasn't for the hoes, this is for the streets
Ridin' round with the bros, bangers on the seats