P.I.T.S. (Poles In The Sprinter) ft. Crisis & Flee Lord Lyrics

Let me talk my shit

Brooklyn

I made a mill on the road

Before I did it with flows

Keep a pole in the sprinter

When we pull up to shows

Made a mill on the road

Before I did it with flows

Keep a pole in the sprinter

When we pull up to shows

When we pull up to our shows

You know I got the pole

We ain't focused on the hoes

I made a million on the road

We was locked in

On our zone

Woe we did it on our own

We did it on our

Gang move like armies

Jewels type gaudy

Security cool

Still move with it on me

I'm plugged in

Nah they don't charge you

What they charge me

Crack in my Barkley's

Front row at the Barclays

Brooklyn

Yeah I'm from them blocks

Where we get that

Fam turned to opps

I really lived that

The Blanco gift wrap

A yo this the block here

Where we got rich at

You drill in every song

But ya block don't get back

Damn

Call 'em out

Jewels hit

Im all they talk about

Im walking in with it

To make sure

That I'm walking out

I'm outside

While you all for clout

Still into street shit

I lost a phone

And almost lost a route

Range with the forty

Stash with the cartridge

The drac in da car seat

The gauge in da 'Rari

Slide in the sprinter

No we ain't for the stories

Ain't safe on safety

Gotta keep it on me

I made a mill on the road

Before I did it with flows

Keep a pole in the sprinter

When we pull up to shows

Made a mill on the road

Before I did it with flows

Keep a pole in the sprinter

When we pull up to shows

I'm score lord

So yeah that mean

I shoot a lot

From around the way

But I'm comfortable

On any block

Mac blast

Watch it take off

When I raise the mop

Claim he wanted smoke

Caught him lacking

At the hookah spot

Use to play the lobby

Selling soft

I was burning pots

As a jit

I always played

The robber

I was snuffing cops

Now I'm older

Only plot

Is to make the Guap

A half a mil

On the house

A buck for the watch

Braids with the snap back

The drop top in Cali

Cor' hit my face time

And threw me the alley

Back to back flights

Getting paid for my flows

I been grinding

Out this motherfucker

I be on gooooooo

Yeah

How you told the Feds yes

But said no to the broooo's

We trimming off the fat

Finger fucking

All these hundo's

Bout to hit it from the back

I made a mill on the road

Before I did it with flows

Keep a pole in the sprinter

When we pull up to shows

Made a mill on the road

Before I did it with flows

Keep a pole in the sprinter

When we pull up to shows

When we pull up

To our shows

You know I got the pole

We ain't focused on the hoes

I made a million on the road

We was locked in

On our zone

Woe we did it on our own

We did it on our own