[Hook - Talley of 300:]
Blowing that gas
Know I got dough in the stash
On my way to some more cash
Pole on my lap, with that polo on my a**
Blow out that smoke and relax
Picture me rolling dolo
With a hoe that's bad
No she aint here for that bag
She lovin' that
And all this muhf**in' swag
Thats why these muhf**ers mad [x2]
[Verse 1 - Talley of 300:]
I got em hot, cause Im so mof**in cool yeah
Stay on my pot like I was two, your b**h got a wiff of that poo yeah
Now she want drive, top like a coupe yeah
Watch her get loose yeah
Glock on me co*ked turn beef into stew yeah
Now you Pep Le Pew yeah
Love being dolo, but with the full auto
f** n***as, no h*mo, they dont get no promo
Just a box like a hobo, get extinct be a dodo
These freaks want a photo, they want me to pogo
Wanna ride on a stallion, so they can hit balls
Like they playing polo, speaking of polo b**h Im in these horses
And these air jordans, though its not important I love being fly like MJ from the free throw line
Tongue out when Im scorin', I went, got the dough
Benjamin was there and now he stay with me and packs of that sticky
Puttin' that sh** in the air yeah on my way there
[Hook - Talley of 300:]
Blowing that gas
Know I got dough in the stash
On my way to some more cash
Pole on my lap, with that polo on my a**
Blow out that smoke and relax
Picture me rolling dolo
With a hoe that's bad
No she aint here for that bag
She lovin' that
And all this muhf**in' swag
Thats why these muhf**ers mad [x2]
[Verse 2 - Montana of 300:]
Dont blow on no gas
But I stay loaded with cash
Extra clips and dough in the stash
Pole on my lap, b**h I dont know how to lack
Everytime I roll I be strapped
I gotta excel
Racial profiling from 12
Bonded right out of that jail
Got bars like a cell
Rap God, Im not up for sale
My lyrics hotter than hell
Check in that bag
b**h Im a felon with swag
Like BP were selling that gas
Collecting that cash
I could tell that they mad, they b**h on my dick, I could nail, I could smash
Might ride up your block
And do I drive-by on your block
My iron start firing shots
Long pole like a street light I light up your block
Say bye to my opps
And then hi to my guap
Keep k**ers around me
Dont ever doubt me
Went back and bonded bro and em' out the county
n***as talk sh**, but dont know nothin' bout me
Think sh** a game till I shoot like you foul me
So much polo on me they call me Ralphy
She say she fell in love soon as she found me
p**y so wet on that b**h she could drown me
She love to lick a n***a like an Alchy
[Hook - Talley of 300:]
Blowing that gas
Know I got dough in the stash
On my way to some more cash
Pole on my lap, with that polo on my a**
Blow out that smoke and relax
Picture me rolling dolo
With a hoe that's bad
No she aint here for that bag
She lovin' that
And all this muhf**in' swag
Thats why these muhf**ers mad [x2]