Up The Pole Lyrics

Loaded, what up

Up the pole, we gon' snatch his life

He'll be dead before we pull up

Givin' him a heart attack

Leave no shells, I got fo' them layin' in the bíc

He hit the left on that front street

He's standin' on the right

Peep the scene, he with his homies, he gon' die tonight

The opps be scary, they gon' shoot, but they don't wanna fight

But that's alright, we'll catch his ass in daylight

And lay it down on his homie, watch me up this pipe

Pa, Paa, Paa, Paaå

Check in with blood, he done bust his face

And painted red

Shut the fuck up, shout out Bloody J

Fuck a label, I'ma sell my soul to four K Trey

And NBA is war side, can you come out to play?

Had to fight my whole life, I kill him dead before I let him play

Kid out of high school smokin' on the bus with an ankle brace

My bitch, she a freak, she draw me up and I paint her face

I kill the pussy deads, spider legs, cold case

I'm 5'6 and this four-five, it still shoot like MJ

I'll mask up, boi but don't play

Can you hit the flock?

That's real J, you can get the feat, but you gon' pay

I'm rollin' up, or I can't stay

On the bet me a round in two K

Don't make me miss my dinner date, boy

Owe wanna be down with the gang, gang,

But you can't hang, step back from me, boy

In the whip, yep, that's my new toy

Bad bitch on the side of me, boy

Up the pole, we gon' snatch his life

He'll be dead before we pull up

Givin' him a heart attack

Leave no shells, I got fo' them layin' in the bíc

He hit the left on that front street

He's standin' on the right

Peep the scene, he with his homies, he gon' die tonight

The opps be scary, they gon' shoot, but they don't wanna fight

But that's alright, we'll catch his ass in daylight

And lay it down on his homie, watch me up this pipe