[Intro]
Aye, gang, gang, aye
Aye, gang, aye
[Chorus]
Say you want beef wit us, boy be careful what you ask for
Diss the gang, acting like you tough, (ah) get your ass smoked
Come and try to buy a pipe from us to get your ass poked
R.I.P. them soldiers, bitch that's who the fuck I spazz for
You must ain't think I had it in me what you look surprised for
I had to hop off the porch, cause I lost some guys bro
And I had to wind it up, cause I hate when my cash low
Dropped the basketball, now this rapping shit my last hope, look
[Verse]
I’m from the Chi, where all these bitches love that gangsta shit
I be with a bunch of young niggas living dangerous
Gun toting trapping, shooting niggas and staining shit
Masked up and we don’t say a thing, on that Jason shit
It’s 2017, they ain’t fight, put away your fist
Couldn’t afford my own gun, I had to go and take a blick
Police probably killing, .40 only thing I’m safer with
Niggas ain’t no killers, just got them glizzys to take a pic
I turned to a savage, man Picasso couldn’t have painted this
I went through some pain, so somebody gotta pay for this
Aim a blick, like an ATM I get to changing shit
Ain’t no fucking 'round, hollow hot'nem rearrange him quick
Nigga we some demons, don’t get your guardian angel hit
Rolling up the folks, dead niggas what up flaming bitch
Craig vs Deebo on Friday how I'm facing bricks
I’m so disrespectful, all the Gs say I make them sick
I’m Lil Polo bitch I’m hot, thug life like I’m Pac
Extended clip in my Glock, drop the rakes like my pops
Timtim gang, fuck a opp, let it bang send some shots
Turn a nigga to a block, aim that semi at his top
Nigga I ain’t cleaning up, when I get jiggy with the mop
Smiling throwin signs up cause we love this shit a lot
Lately I’ve been on my grizzy, got addicted to this guap
Boy tell your favorite rapper that I’m coming for a spot
How I ain't the best, when every fucking song got made nice
Hustlin, working hard, cause I’m tryina live that paid life
The streets ain’t the same, cause these shorties weren’t raised right
Dissing in them lyrics, you gon’ end up at a gravesite
Niggas like to rap it ’til we clapping, give ‘em stage fright
Line him with ‘em clips like I’m just trying to get his fade right
Thirsty for a opp I see when I’m going all out
Run up on his ass like what's all that shit you was talkin' ‘bout
I call up my shooter, that nigga won't bring a ball out
You know that we packing like we bought the U-haul out
No leg shots, I ain’t aiming at your calves, I want all scalp
Lil nigga can’t take it, all that heat gon make him fall out
Long live them niggas, y’all got me out here ballin out
Bitches used to call me a shorty, I’m in they drawers now
She gon’ deep throat, make her choke, work her jaws out
All up in my face like lil Taurus you getting tall now
Baby where you been cause Lil Polo is what I’m called now
Once I fuck, then it's like fuck it act like we never talk
Last of a dying breed, I come from a special club
I just want my team winning looking like we never lost
If I don’t make it, I'ma rob a bank, I'ma set it off
I’m just tryna pay my OG back for all the stress I caused
Made it happen every Christmas, nigga, with no Santa Claus
Niggas know they getting crucified, if I never cross
You don’t wanna listen, we start blicking, that's a lesson talk
Shoot a nigga necklace off
You like to be hard-headed, well I hope that stress assault
If we got another problem, another Mac-11 bawk
[Chrous]
Say you want beef wit us, boy be careful what you ask for
Diss the gang, acting like you tough, (ah) get your ass smoked
Come and try to buy a pipe from us to get your ass poked
R.I.P. them soldiers, bitch that's who the fuck I spazz for
You must ain't think I had it in me what you look surprised for
I had to hop off the porch, cause I lost some guys bro
And I had to wind it up, cause I hate when my cash low
Dropped the basketball, now this rapping shit my last hope, look
Troublesome (Freestyle) was written by Polo G.
Troublesome (Freestyle) was produced by Johnny J.
Polo G released Troublesome (Freestyle) on Sun Sep 03 2017.