POLLASEEDS

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Bitch, we G'd up [Chorus] Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, uh, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans [Verse 1] Fuck you mean? Game of laser tag, we brought a lot of beams Fuck you mean? Good girls goin' bad, I see 'em switchin' teams Fuck you mean? I don't get no peace, so fuck the birds and bees Yellin' in my face makе me just wanna hear a chopper scrеam Uh, fuck it, let it breathe That's the repercussions for niggas that's tryna turn on me Opposite of bleak, turnt up through the roof just like a leak Rainin' down on bitches, tryna see who gon' grow my papa seeds [Chorus] Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, uh, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans [Bridge] You mad (Yeah) You can't get a bag (Baow, baow, baow) She throwin' all that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow) So I buy her bag (Yeah, yeah) So she can put in work [Verse 2] Off of two cups of that D'USSÉ, at two we gettin' stupid She keep grabbin' at my dick, say, "Daddy, show me how you use it" I slidin', she squirtin', I slidin', she squirtin' I just turnt up to the max, after I slap, I hit my dirty (Okay) [Chorus] Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, uh, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans [Outro] You mad (Yeah) You can't get a bag (Baow, baow, baow) She throwin' all that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow) So I buy her bag (Yeah, yeah) So she can put in work