Pole - Intellectual

[Intro: SmokePurrp]

Pipe up! Pipe up!

Ooh, Pipe up!

Yah, ayy, ohh

Ayy, ayy, Smokepurpp!

I don't need no friends I got my pole

I smash that bitch and then she gotta go

Shootin' out the Phantom, holy ghost

I can't trust no one, can't trust no soul

Call up the plug and I'm gettin' the lean

Yeah you know right I'm a fiend

I'm feenin', I'm feenin' codeine

Someone come give me codeine

Yeah she buggin' on my phone

Why the hell she buggin' on my phone?

Yeah she know the kid a lil' old (Skrt, skrt)

Strapped up, nigga hella poles (yah!)

Yaya! I might pull up on your block

Yaya! I might let this shit pop

I don't need no friends I got my pole

When they put me in that room I never fold

I got Rick Owens all up in my clothes

I got Margielas on my feet, designer on my toes

I don't need no friends I got my pole

Yeah I keep a pole, I can't trust a soul

Yeah we really glow, shoot up on the low

Lil' Smoke could keep a scope

While his bitch up on the stove

I can't do no Xans I don't wanna sleep no more

Only day ones (Ay!) I ain't got no friends (Ay!)

All I count is bands (Ay!) watch me do my dance (Ay!)

They just feeling sauce, I can't get them off (Ay!)

I need green like golf (Ay!) your boy flex so false (Ooh!)

Don't touch on my back (Ay!) you makin' me mad (Ay!)

Got all the racks, smokin' the gas

Servin' the packs, servin' the swag

My belt is from Saks, she call me lil' Swag

Yeah I keep a pole, yeah I keep a pole

I don't need no friends I keep the pole

I don't need no friends I keep a pole

I don't need no friends I keep the pole

Hit that bitch then kick her out the door