You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war
Pole on me everywhere I go, pole on me in the room
Ayy, bitch ur a treesh so ima pass you
This ho got more bodies than King Von
Thottie tryna play me just like a pawn, But I ain't falling for it
50 cal pistol might break your wrist
Fly to the UK ima stay with a blade like Samurai Jack
Just like 50 I say get the strap, Bad bitch and she wanna sit in my lap
I f*ck with Booly he gave me the beat
Just keep hating and wait till we meet
I'll take his bitch like my name Pete Davidson
When I up that Glock it's like I'm pressing delete
You ain't smoking on grass boy that's some wheat
When yo Ho heard my tape she hit repeat
Ima pop out shooter wit Nike Elite
Without my bitch ion feel complete
Ayy, we in the drop top LC 500
Took a hard ass rip and now I'm blunted, Bitch
I'm building up but this ain't Fortnite
Put the racks in the basement Walter white
Shawtie asking when I'm gon catch a flight
Glock 26 if he wanna fight
I ain't lonely, I'm like the dark knight
She got 8 bodies you know ima stay away
Ion f*ck with Lil Huey that boy is gay
Ex got me blocked like I'm RayJ
Shawtie ion f*ck with u cause you a bop, and you hella lame
You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war
What? I got them bars on me like I'm KJ
Watch I spin a nigga block just like a Beyblade
We in his trap made that nigga vacate
Old ass nigga, boy this ain't your heyday
Real street nigga, I ain't makin' reggae
F*ck that geek nigga, niggas so gay
That nigga a clown from Cirque du Soleil
Been havin' fans since I made OJ
Say you servin gas, but you got no J
I was on my ass, but now I'm okay
I was on my ass, but now I'm up
Feel like a Mexican in a truck
See you with that stick, nigga, I'm a buck
Broke-ass nigga, askin' for a buck
Say you gon' slime me, nigga, I said, what
I bring the baby drac out to the brunch
Thought he had red, but that shit was fruit punch
Move in his crib, we livin' for a month
Stick on me, I don't punch
Pole on me, I can go for nunce
Yo ho on me but she is a cunt
Real street nigga, no I cannot front
Dpoc - Pole On Me (feat. hollowtiphero & boolymon) Lyrics
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You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war
Pole on me everywhere I go, pole on me in the room
Ayy, bitch ur a treesh so ima pass you
This ho got more bodies than King Von
Thottie tryna play me just like a pawn, But I ain't falling for it
50 cal pistol might break your wrist
Fly to the UK ima stay with a blade like Samurai Jack
Just like 50 I say get the strap, Bad bitch and she wanna sit in my lap
I f*ck with Booly he gave me the beat
Just keep hating and wait till we meet
I'll take his bitch like my name Pete Davidson
When I up that Glock it's like I'm pressing delete
You ain't smoking on grass boy that's some wheat
When yo Ho heard my tape she hit repeat
Ima pop out shooter wit Nike Elite
Without my bitch ion feel complete
Ayy, we in the drop top LC 500
Took a hard ass rip and now I'm blunted, Bitch
I'm building up but this ain't Fortnite
Put the racks in the basement Walter white
Shawtie asking when I'm gon catch a flight
Glock 26 if he wanna fight
I ain't lonely, I'm like the dark knight
She got 8 bodies you know ima stay away
Ion f*ck with Lil Huey that boy is gay
Ex got me blocked like I'm RayJ
Shawtie ion f*ck with u cause you a bop, and you hella lame
You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war
What? I got them bars on me like I'm KJ
Watch I spin a nigga block just like a Beyblade
We in his trap made that nigga vacate
Old ass nigga, boy this ain't your heyday
Real street nigga, I ain't makin' reggae
F*ck that geek nigga, niggas so gay
That nigga a clown from Cirque du Soleil
Been havin' fans since I made OJ
Say you servin gas, but you got no J
I was on my ass, but now I'm okay
I was on my ass, but now I'm up
Feel like a Mexican in a truck
See you with that stick, nigga, I'm a buck
Broke-ass nigga, askin' for a buck
Say you gon' slime me, nigga, I said, what
I bring the baby drac out to the brunch
Thought he had red, but that shit was fruit punch
Move in his crib, we livin' for a month
Stick on me, I don't punch
Pole on me, I can go for nunce
Yo ho on me but she is a cunt
Real street nigga, no I cannot front
Pole on me everywhere I go, pole on me in the room
Ayy, bitch ur a treesh so ima pass you
This ho got more bodies than King Von
Thottie tryna play me just like a pawn, But I ain't falling for it
50 cal pistol might break your wrist
Fly to the UK ima stay with a blade like Samurai Jack
Just like 50 I say get the strap, Bad bitch and she wanna sit in my lap
I f*ck with Booly he gave me the beat
Just keep hating and wait till we meet
I'll take his bitch like my name Pete Davidson
When I up that Glock it's like I'm pressing delete
You ain't smoking on grass boy that's some wheat
When yo Ho heard my tape she hit repeat
Ima pop out shooter wit Nike Elite
Without my bitch ion feel complete
Ayy, we in the drop top LC 500
Took a hard ass rip and now I'm blunted, Bitch
I'm building up but this ain't Fortnite
Put the racks in the basement Walter white
Shawtie asking when I'm gon catch a flight
Glock 26 if he wanna fight
I ain't lonely, I'm like the dark knight
She got 8 bodies you know ima stay away
Ion f*ck with Lil Huey that boy is gay
Ex got me blocked like I'm RayJ
Shawtie ion f*ck with u cause you a bop, and you hella lame
You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war
What? I got them bars on me like I'm KJ
Watch I spin a nigga block just like a Beyblade
We in his trap made that nigga vacate
Old ass nigga, boy this ain't your heyday
Real street nigga, I ain't makin' reggae
F*ck that geek nigga, niggas so gay
That nigga a clown from Cirque du Soleil
Been havin' fans since I made OJ
Say you servin gas, but you got no J
I was on my ass, but now I'm okay
I was on my ass, but now I'm up
Feel like a Mexican in a truck
See you with that stick, nigga, I'm a buck
Broke-ass nigga, askin' for a buck
Say you gon' slime me, nigga, I said, what
I bring the baby drac out to the brunch
Thought he had red, but that shit was fruit punch
Move in his crib, we livin' for a month
Stick on me, I don't punch
Pole on me, I can go for nunce
Yo ho on me but she is a cunt
Real street nigga, no I cannot front
Writer: Dpoc xoxo
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