James Harden

Lyrics

Yuh yuh, aye Polo, Polo Peezy, easy (Let's go Pablo) Lets do it Lets go (Damn Fiji, Okay) (Intro) Yeah And the choppa got good range Finna' name the bitch; Rover Told the hoe to throw it in the over Then she ate the dick like lotus Had to kill the fuck nigga money was the motive Every charger got a Hellcat; In the motor Drop a shell like Shell Shack, when we on em And I heard yo big homie got shot on his corner (Verse 1) They was standin' real far, so we had to hit thе closest Nigga ran thru 200 bands and ain't notice We'll comе to yo spot with a 30, they'll notice Can't find em cause there's bricks on his feet in the ocean We'll clean up his spot like a task force You want smoke you gone get what you ask for Ain't on shit, why you carry that mask for? In the trap doin' shit, you a bag boy And ain't trippin' of the case cuz im beatin' dat bitch And the pot almost died, bro was beatin' dat bitch Bet' not throw a gang sign when we in dis bitch Wanna know what i'm on? You gone see in dis bitch I can easy drop a bag, getchu quick; Hit I just fucked a bad hoe with a slit wrist All the lawer's get the case dismissed You niggas be smokin' on brown; Chris (Verse 2) Walked in, got goop on my neck I done put 32 in my clip Draco got a cooling kit on it Oh you dancin'? We make niggas dip I make dogs fight, shout out to Vic We'll long live yo whole damn clique I'on buy grams, smoke thru the zip I tell yo hoes to put dick on they lips We'll pop you, make you go on a trip Think he on that? Boy you a trip We just snuck 10 poles in the VIP Nigga play then his ass get clipped Pull up with clippers, old Blake Griffin Choppa gone hit cause it hate missin Wit AR, niggas make em hate dissin I ain't servin' no hoe so my cape missin' Ooh (Bridge) It's so many opp's in the lake right now, yea I was just broke, I ran up that bag so a nigga straight right now yea I see a hoe, I promise to God the bitch gone faint right now You can diss if you want, I'on give a fuck, we'll put yo face in the ground (Verse 3) Somewhere eating steak's right now In a house that look like a damn playground 2017, sticks in the Greyhound If I didn't get up, make em lay down 2 liter but the cup got 8 ounce If he talkin then we get em gone ASAP I ain't broke no more, whatchu say now? Know I'm hangin' with soldiers like Arab I'm the pressure, he threw up like 8 mile You ain't shootin' shit boy put that K down I'll tap out of dope, I got everything dry I'll fire up a blunt and get everybody high He had to hop on a plane to see his man in the sky I don't want 50 seal, he got his hands in his pocket I'll catch me an opp, beat his eye out the socket He don't dance but that Glock make em Pop, Lock & Drop It Yeah, Neimen Marcus, I don't shop at hot topic I just met Harden and he gave me a rocket (Yeah james harden gave me a rocket 32 Bullets Yea, that 32 clip ain't it bitch He told me he want me to shoot all day Fuck it Ha)