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Polo G, Lil Wayne
Uh So used to them grey clouds I might f*ck around, drop the top in the rain For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp, what he bang Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flame (hey) Young nigga up now, 'member back then niggas clowned on me Now from the Heaven gates, only way a nigga lookin' down on me Keep at least two hundred thou' on me, keep at least like thirty rounds on me With my niggas 'til the wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs, once he play that writing role Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll So used to them grey clouds I might f*ck around, drop the top in the rain For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp, what he bang Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flames Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (woo) Heard niggas got money out on my head, tell 'em, "Come crown the king" (hmm) Let the work out thaw out for fourteen days, that's quarantine (damn) I poured my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (yeah) Six-six deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through Bratt-tat-tat, duck-duck-goose Two big guns on me for the smoke That's uncle Snoop and Martha Stew' Call me Capalotty (woo), Big Slimalini (yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (uh) That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch that's a 'Gatti (skrrt) Promethazine, need a P, I'm the wild me I hide fettuccine from the federales I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals That money talking and we talkin' private I'm not correspondin', hold on Gucci slides and Versace robes (ooh) I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a ho (ooh) I banged on anybody gang And I ball with all my slime-inos On gang-gang, on Hollygrove No plain jane, I smoke Zario And when the rain came I put the top down Under the dark clouds, I'm shining gold Used to the grey clouds I might f*ck around and drop the top in the rain (yeah, yeah) For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range (top close range) He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp, what he bang (yeah) Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne (ooh) Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah Polo G, Tunechi Lee (yeah, yeah) Call me Capalotty