Video Go Stupid Feat Stunna 4 Vegas Y Nle Choppa de Polo G 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Polo G - Go Stupid Feat Stunna 4 Vegas Y Nle Choppa Lyrics

[Polo G & Lil Juice]
Ayy
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mike Will Made-It
Lil' Capalot, bitch, ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Polo G & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Hit this jug by the school
couldn't wait 'til I got out of class
Used to stare at the clock and shit
Before all of this rap shit, I was gangbangin'
And doin' highspeeds on the cops and shit
And I'm straight from the Chi'
but I ball like king
Up in Cali' and shoot like Stojaković
Keep applyin' the pressure, I go on the run
And it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this
Had to tell my little brother to chill
gotta stay in the house
Come outside, he be poppin' shit
You ain't heard about us
well you need to go watch the news
Niggas know we be dropping shit
Got the feds on my ass in the hood
'Cause they think I'm the one
who been buyin' them Glocks and shit
I'm just focusin' on music
They say my last tape was a classic
but I got some hotter shit (hotter shit)
Might be rocking a show
if I'm not up the stu'
then I'm fucking this cash out
Don't you know Polo G? Skinny, tall
with the dreads
That lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off
Yeah, I heard she got surgery
Still wanna clap from the back
just to see if her ass soft
Go like Harden with Rockets, we blast off
Tried to throw us some bullets
but we made them fumble
Now you ain't getting that pass out
Finna block, now I'm takin' my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin'
speed off in them foreigns
And leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gonna be R. I. P. once your ass caught
He like front, we knockin his cap off
Another day, another chain, or a mac bowl
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost

[Stunna 4 Vegas & Nle Choppa]
That boy a bitch, that's his dad fault
If you play then you late, we can crash out
(let's go)
When I'm up in his shit, bet his man down (ooh)
In B. O. a. , I'm pullin' them bands out (cap)
D. O. a. , bitch I catch your man off
A rockstar from the block, I stand out
Came from nothing, I fought my advance off
When I hit the game with my floor niggas
ran out, fuck it (no, cap)
I'm not your average Joe
When I leave the house, I tuck it
I'm rich, I don't shop with no budget
he clutchin'
My little youngin want him a bucket
I hop on his bitch and run it (uh)
If I said it, I seen it and done it (uh, uh)
These lil' niggas never rob nobody
Ain't caught nobody
and ain't getting no money (cap)
Where I'm from, it's sport to gunplay
We adopt to the killer and dealers
But even them niggas won't make it out one day
I pop my first Xan I been had hood fame (yeah)
Took off like I was on the runway
I'm a star, but still post on the runway (Nle)
Them niggas talk, but don't want play
We let them descent like the choir on Sunday

[Nle Choppa]
Yeah, yeah
Hop on this scene and I'm thuggin'
Big Glock on my hip
so you know that I'm clutchin'
Catch me an opp, I'ma down him in public
The police keep askin'
I'm changin' the subject
Know where I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged
Why the fuck you got a gun?
You not gonna bust it
And the hundred round shots
I ain't doin' no tussin'
Give a nigga temptations like he David Ruffin
I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit
Fucked the bitch, and when I get done
I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch
Catch a nigga when he clock out
I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit
And I dont know why the police keep fucking with me
'Cause they ain't stoppin shit, yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth licked
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch an opp off the checklist
I just bought a gun off Craiglist
Shoot and opp in the brain
I'm leavin' the stain
Only thing you see is red shit
If the police behind, we keep duckin'
My gun need some drawers, he got nuts
Whole gang, we strapped don't test us
If a nigga need play, he gon' get bust, yeah
Nle, the Top Shotta, don dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He clutchin', my lil youngin want him a bucket
(score)
I hop on this bitch and run it
If I said it, I seen it or done it
These lil niggas never robbed nobody
ain't caught no body
And ain't gettin' no money (cap)
Where I'm from it's sports or gunplay
We looked up to the killers and dealers
But even them niggas won't make it out one day
Before my first M, I been had hood fame
Took off like I was on the runway
I'm a star but still post on the one way
Them niggas talk but they won't play
We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday
Yeah, yeah
Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin'
That Glock on my hip
so you know that I'm clutchin'
Catch me a opp, I'ma down him in public
Police keep askin', I'm changin' the subject
The way I grew up, man, a nigga was workin'
Why the fuck you got a gun
you not gonna bust it?
And a hundred some' shots
I ain't doin' no tussin'
Givin' niggas temptation like he David Ruffin
I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit
Fucked a bitch and when I get done
I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch
Catch a nigga when he clock out
I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit
And I don't know why
the police keep fuckin' with me
'Cause they ain't stoppin' shit, yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch a opp off the check-list
I just bought a gun off Craigslist
Shoot a opp in his brain, I'm leavin' a stain
Only thing you see is red shit
If the police behind, we kick dust
My gun need some drawers, it got nuts
Whole gang we strapped, don't test us
If a nigga play he gon' get bust, yeah
Nle the top shotta
Don dada, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah