Polo G - For My Fans (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Lil' Capalot (Lil' Capalot), b*tch (b*tch), haha (Haha) (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive) On foenem, man, you know we in this b*tch, ganged out Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang) [Verse] FN knock his head off, fu*k the jakes, we sped off Dissin' on the 'net 'bout Ed and lil' bit' got his mans chalked We gon' take his life, b*tch, that's how much dissin' the dead cost I put that lil' bag up on his wig, he got his dreads bald Tried to run, them bullets hawked him down, we left his legs crossed We can speak 'bout b*tches or this money, don't do fed talk Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick co*k In a mansion I bought mama, with my lil' sis' makin' TikToks Lil' Joe lеt that stick pop, smoke opps out the ziplock We gon' lеave a brick shot, chase him out his flip-flops Catch him on the day, you play with us and get your b*tch shot See them lights and take 'em on the chase, don't do no pitstops Too turnt gang, we drop the rakes, kill 'em, what my chopper say fu*k it, let that chopper spray, caught him snoozin', shot his face I was taught to get close on your man, don't shoot from blocks away I call my lil' killer, "What's the plan? Let's whack an opp today" Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, b*tch (b*tch) Part II - Whoopty [Intro] See like, this sh*t really be easy to me like, I don't know, like You feel me? I do sh*t when I get bored, aight, you feel me? This rap sh*t just like second nature On bro, Lil' Capalot, man (Pxcoyo killed this beat, b*tch) [Verse] Flukey, I heard he went out so flukey Just enough facts that his ass was a goofy I'm from all parts where we do it for Gucci (Huh) Gucci, switch it up to the Prada or Louis Whole lotta clips for this chopper, no movie Like JT, b*tch, I got a lil' Uzi (Uh) Hop out that Impala, swingin' his chopper We cook his noodles like pasta We gon' spend like a watch to wipe out his rasta He gon' need God, fu*k a doctor .40 punch like a boxer, hit him up proper We don't need heat from the coppers Voices singin' like operas, wake his whole block up We give shots out like it's vodka I can teach you some sh*t, ni**a, pay attention When I stepped in the game, they like "Wait a minute" Now it's mansions, man, we came from basement livin' I was trappin' and still had some cases pendin' Came a long way from stuck in that station sittin' He can't keep up with me, 'cause my payments different On the road with my demons, got Satan grinnin' Now we up on the opps, and they hate me winnin', b*tch Part III - No More Parties [Intro] (jayygostupid!) Turn the beat up, turn the beat up, turn it Mmm, mmm [Verse] Pop out, some killers at night time Grew up with some villians, we don't fight crime Hope you peepin' the right side (Uh) Or they gon' be watchin' his lifeline I hate you, I love you, then it's fu*k you, can't trust you True colors gon' bust through Relationships get hard and we all got one person we stuck to sh*t fu*kin' long, 'cause my bucks blue and my truck new Hell, nah, don't invite me to your function We'll light it up for nothin', keep a pipe, know how we comin' What's my age? I'm 1300 All this fame be hard to stomach From all that pain and all that sufferin' Like I got survivors guilt from my past, I'm always runnin', uh Glock Gen5, no safety and them shooters hot like KD Told God to "Grab my hand, I'm only gon' go as far as you take me" Know a closed mouth don't get fed, so I told him "fu*k you ni**a, pay me" For the gang flag I'm a patriot, goin' G.O.A.T. status like Brady Mmm, ooh, mmm, mmm (Pull up with a few goons, they some loose screws Glocks blast, R.I.P. to you)