[Chorus]

They tote poles, but they never had to toss a yiggie

I'm a top shotta, greet me as the bossalini

41 on the bust, that's the aquafini

Better be ready to die, that's the cost to beat me

28 south jack where my name from

I've been through hell and back, that's why I stay numb

Suckas try to slide me out, but I play dumb

Caught him slippin', wiped his nose, now his face won

[Verse 1]

Sucka said he hold me out, boy that's cap, brodi

I got him dressed up for cheap bitch, fashion novi

Throw forgies on the track, that's the cap mode (skrt)

Threw a ruler to my neph, but I ain't chaperonin' (no no no)

You takin' trips like we tabs with the wacks on it

Monkey nuts on the blackout, spazz on it

Bust the richard for a ‘K, no physio

Do a drill out the foreign, no fivio

Favourite drac' is the micro, that's the mini though

Fuck a show when we shuttin’ down the video

I'm in the club, 50-D, every colored flag

Chanel clutch from my bitch, every colored flag

I don't wear white busts, only gold [?]

Team full of icemen, It's some cold attorneys (uh huh)

Real clout in the hood for lettin' off the .30's (pew)

Poppin' cherries at your temple, that's for sure

[Chorus]

They tote poles, but they never had to toss a yiggie

I'm a top shotta, greet me as the bossalini

41 on the bust, that's the aquafini

Better be ready to die, that's the cost to beat me

28 south jack where my name from

I've been through hell and back, that's why I stay numb

Suckas try to slide me out, but I play dumb

Caught him slippin', wiped his nose, now his face won

[Verse 2]

We the herb brush gang, get the opps fitted (huh)

You's a neutral ass boy, always not in it (I ain't in it)

He a shoota youngboy, keep a Glock with him (got a pole)

But when he dolo, he a polo, need his dawgs with him

I cop straps out the store, I got a gun habit

Keep a tommy on my lap, don't make me rugrat it (ooh)

Plain Jane the fleet, might just flood pat it (huh)

We the reason lil' buddy got his cous’ tatted (goddamn)

Fyoom fyoom fyoom, that's the F and N

Backthroat body, finna let me in

Brodi just came home and they send him back (damn)

Red beam robo gun, got a cataract

Might as well write a book with them fake novels

Suckas reppin' SRT wippin' base models

Suckas rappin' 'bout slidin, they ain't blaze hollows

Buying likes on IG, he got fake follows

[Chorus]

They tote poles, but they never had to toss a yiggie

I'm a top shotta, greet me as the bossalini

41 on the bust, that's the aquafini

Better be ready to die, that's the cost to beat me

28 south jack where my name from

I've been through hell and back, that's why I stay numb

Suckas try to slide me out, but I play dumb

Caught him slippin', wiped his nose, now his face won

[Outro]

Run it up, tay

Two4

My nigga Two4 the goat, these other niggas basic