Polo Socks

Oliver Francis

Compositor: Oliver Francis

I just fucked your bitch

I just fucked your bitch in some Polo socks
I just hit a lick in some Polo flip-flops
She gon' do a split then she make it pop
He gon' talk that shit, I'mma grip the Glock
I been getting money, I been getting guap
Taking bong rips, smoke a lot of pot
Ah, I get to work, never punch a clock
Tell these motherfuckers I been getting what I sought
See I'm ballin'
Lately seein' commas all I ever do
I woke up smoke a blunt for breakfast
You ain't fuckin with us
I smoke a kush blunt then I fly away
Fresh fruit on the counter, lil' shawty don't play
I been rollin' up
Rollin' swishers up
Shawty want a thug
Think I'm Makaveli and my cup is doubled up
She say what the fuck
She been looking at me like she wanna fuck
I'mma turn it up
Tell that bitch I ain't done turning up
Got gold on my necklace, gold on everything
Diamonds on me look like a championship ring
I got that Virgini Guadalupe 'round my neck
And you know I'm smokin' like I think I'm Snoop Dogg in the jet
Sippin' açai blueberry pomegranate triple X
I been cashin' checks
I was broke so long you know I had to flex
I been mixing Sprite with the actavis
Thank my lucky stars, I'm so fuckin' blessed
Yeah, I got the bars got the Xanax
Cloud boys splash gang, that's the fuckin' set

Where the fuck my life go?
Drownin' in the pint, I been sippin' on the Styrofoam
Rollin' swishers through the city with my eyes closed
Rollin' through the city with my eyes closed
Where the fuck my life go?
Drownin' in the pint, I been sippin' on the Styrofoam
Rollin' swishers through the city with my eyes closed
Rollin' through the city with my eyes closed

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