GELO - POLLASEEDS

Yeah (bitch, we G'ed up) Say, man, them niggas talk all of that shit Still crack policy (still, nigga) Tell 'em I ain't give a fuck what y'all niggas talkin' 'bout

Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

Fuck you mean? Game of laser tag, we brought a lot of beams Fuck you mean? Good girls goin' bad, I see 'em switchin' teams Fuck you mean? I don't get no peace, so fuck the birds and bees Yellin' in my face makes me just wanna hear a chopper scream Ah, fuck it, let it breathe That's the repercussions for niggas that's tryna turn on me Opposite of bleak, turnt up through the roof just like a leak Rainin' down on bitches, tryna see who gon' grow my papa seeds

Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

You mad (yeah) You can't get a bag (baow, baow, baow) She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow) So I buy her bag (yeah, yeah) So she can put in work

Off of two cups of that D'USSÉ, at 2:00 we gettin' stupid She keep grabbin' at my dick, say, "Daddy, show me how you use it" I'm slidin', she squirtin', I'm slidin', she squirtin' I just turnt up to the max, after I slap, I hit my dirt (okay)

Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

You mad (yeah) You can't get a bag (baow, baow, baow) She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow) So I buy her bag (uh, yeah) So she can put in work