Polo G Madden Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw
I dropped a few bands on a show
Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
Swear in my new crib, you get lost
We still'll suit up and risk it all
Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off
I shed a few tears for my dog
I be up still wishin' you could call

[Chorus]
f*ck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest
Like a strict teacher, ain't giving out passes
You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
We love the field, they should put us on Madden
Hole in one, we take his soul, he done
Tryna score like a shot through the basket
Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped
Swear they empty out clips with a passion

[Verse 1]
In the club, I don't care if you here with your man
I get high off the X, then I'm grippin' on asses
Niggas'll die 'bout a bitch 'til this four nickel hit
And it turn his afro into ashes
And we can go through a list, all the hoes that we hittin'
I swear that my bitch be the baddest, uh
Beat from the back when I bag it, uh
She gon' throw back like a classic, uh
'Member I was broke, now I'm bad on my ass
And that shit had me losin' my temper
Swervin' in Cali', I come from the 'Raq
Now it's drop-top coupes in the winter
No matter how far I go, like this pain in me, still be hard to get rid of
No matter how far I go, got the gang with me, bitch, I'm move with my killers

[Pre-Chorus]
'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw
I dropped a few bands on a show
Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
Swear in my new crib, you get lost
We still'll suit up and risk it all
Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off
I shed a few tears for my dog
I be up still wishin' you could call

[Chorus]
f*ck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest Like a strict teacher, ain't giving out passes
You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
We love the field, they should put us on Madden
Hole in one, we take his soul, he done
Tryna score like a shot through the basket
Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped
Swear they empty out clips with a passion

[Verse 2]
Lead on my hip, I ain't packin' a pencil
Don't make me let my lil' savages get you
Won't hesitate when we clappin' them pistols
Shots to his face, they gon' fracture his dental
Send 'em to God with this new Beretta
He lettin' off shots from the back of the window
Ride for the squad, applyin' that pressure
I bet he gon' fold like a Mac or a Kindle
Uh, survive in the trenches
Hustle like 50, might die tryna get it
I know the police be on me 'bout murders
I love that the opps gon' deny that I'm with it
You better watch who you let in that car
'Cause he might drop it down, boy, you ridin' with a witness
Racks in my slot, used to post on the block
But no, I ain't never spent time in the kitchen

[Pre-Chorus]
'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw
I dropped a few bands on a show
Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
Swear in my new crib, you get lost
We still'll suit up and risk it all
Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off
I shed a few tears for my dog
I be up still wishin' you could call

[Chorus]
f*ck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest
Like a strict teacher, ain't giving out passes
You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
We love the field, they should put us on Madden
Hole in one, we take his soul, he done
Tryna score like a shot through the basket
Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped
Swear they empty out clips with a passion