POLO G TYPE SONG Story starts putting my heart on a lock One hand dripping other one with a glock I keep tripping while I’m pulling up my socks I keep trying but I keep getting mocked I get scared when I’m walking down my block I get scared when I don’t call the shots Find a good girl don’t be a with a thot Stay true homie don’t be what you’re not Im still going I got no Regrets Except the one witchu sleepin in my bed Except those fights about x y and z Except listening to every word that you said Except the thoughts of me wishin I was dead Except the time I was Poppin all the meds Except gettin caught by the cops and the feds Hadda couple homies with shots in the leg Hadda couple homies dead to a curse Have a couple homies still bobbin their head at this verse But don’t pull up with yo homie on my turf Or you gone get shot and I ain’t talkin nerf Or yougone be black and blue papa smurf If I had a teacher I wouldn’t be sittin in my seat If I had a feature I’d be carrying on this beat If rap was a girl I’ll be sucking on the teet If this song blows up give the creds to polo g Story ends undoing my heart from a lock One hand sipping other one on a glock I don’t trip when I’m smoking on my socks I kept trying but I kept getting mocked I get rounds when I’m walking down my block I make sounds so I do call the shots Fuck good girls just be a with a thot That’s true homie don’t say that it’s not