Gang shit for the one time
ROBBIN SZN!
Say they gone kill me but niggas not worried
I keep me a ruger and it hold bout 30
So he gone catch 30 now he Stephen curry
Yo mama nem grieving I get mc flurry
I don't like opponents i see em on it
I call for ya bounty yo head as a bonus
The weed be so loud neighbors asked me to tone it
You rent it to lease bitch I buy it to own it
I pray for my victims cause lord knows Il get em they might ask me why
And Il say it's the system
Then I cock my pistol he drop like a missile a misunderstanding now clear as is crystal
Now He gone like magic oh no it so tragic
They all should of listen a nigga done had it
Bitch I gotta hustle got no other option
I creep out night call me Batmanand Robbin
And speaking of Robbin you know I be Robbin
I just got done Robbin some nigga in Robbins,IL
I Took all his shit even stole from his bitch then I went out to eat took myself to Red Robbins
Bitch I'm a beast and I'm well off my leash
No one safe in these streets nigga i gotta eat
And Im looking for targets you niggas look sweet
And I need everything take his phone and his keys
If he try to fight back take his life let it be
Wrap the corpse in a sheet he get found in the streets
If the judge got a case then the case gone get beat
While your family feel salty and suffer from grief
And I do what I want and I do what you dont
If a nigga want smoke imma see what he on
Take a trip to his home while he chilling alone
Got em begging for mercy put one in his dome
Young black nigga from the pole
So you know a nigga keep a pole
Sitting at the top moving weight
Nigga f*cking broke the totem pole
Rest In Peace the homies pour a 4
Free my niggas locked up never told
Pussy nigga talking through his throat
Til we catch him lacking at the store
Ruger, glock 9ine full of clips
Just shoot for fun not caring who we hit
I've been in the jungle hitting licks
Tried to give me lip now he hit
Choppa make em do the Michael Jackson
Facebook said he wanted all the action
Now he friendly cause we caught him lackin
Ask what happened thought he was a savage
I keep a ruger a glock and a 30
I keep my hands clean but we might do em dirty
I'm feeling like weezy bitch I got no worries
They know I be balling I feel like steph curry
He might have a problem I might have a answer
I keep me a pole turn his ass to a dancer
Then kidnap his mama and children for ransom
Put one in they skull if I do not get answered
That boi a beast
Who the f*ck he?
Why look hard?
Why he so flee ?
The god of talent
Yes emg
Bodying niggas
He on a spree
They gone kill who?
Bitch nigga please
Pipe in his mouth
Make em say cheese
Love when he pray
Love when he bleed
Nothing can save em it's over he beat damn
Young black nigga from the pole
So you know a nigga keep a pole
Sitting at the top moving weight
Nigga f*cking broke the totem pole
Rest In Peace the homies pour a 4
Free my niggas locked up never told
Pussy nigga talking through his throat
Til we catch him lacking at the store
Ruger, glock 9ine full of clips
Just shoot for fun not caring who we hit
I've been in the jungle hitting licks
Tried to give me lip now he hit
Choppa make em do the Michael Jackson
Facebook said he wanted all the action
Now he friendly cause we caught him lackin
Ask what happened thought he was a savage
Ethan Mason Gill - From the Pole Lyrics
Ethan Mason Gill - From the Pole Lyrics
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English
Gang shit for the one time
ROBBIN SZN!
Say they gone kill me but niggas not worried
I keep me a ruger and it hold bout 30
So he gone catch 30 now he Stephen curry
Yo mama nem grieving I get mc flurry
I don't like opponents i see em on it
I call for ya bounty yo head as a bonus
The weed be so loud neighbors asked me to tone it
You rent it to lease bitch I buy it to own it
I pray for my victims cause lord knows Il get em they might ask me why
And Il say it's the system
Then I cock my pistol he drop like a missile a misunderstanding now clear as is crystal
Now He gone like magic oh no it so tragic
They all should of listen a nigga done had it
Bitch I gotta hustle got no other option
I creep out night call me Batmanand Robbin
And speaking of Robbin you know I be Robbin
I just got done Robbin some nigga in Robbins,IL
I Took all his shit even stole from his bitch then I went out to eat took myself to Red Robbins
Bitch I'm a beast and I'm well off my leash
No one safe in these streets nigga i gotta eat
And Im looking for targets you niggas look sweet
And I need everything take his phone and his keys
If he try to fight back take his life let it be
Wrap the corpse in a sheet he get found in the streets
If the judge got a case then the case gone get beat
While your family feel salty and suffer from grief
And I do what I want and I do what you dont
If a nigga want smoke imma see what he on
Take a trip to his home while he chilling alone
Got em begging for mercy put one in his dome
Young black nigga from the pole
So you know a nigga keep a pole
Sitting at the top moving weight
Nigga f*cking broke the totem pole
Rest In Peace the homies pour a 4
Free my niggas locked up never told
Pussy nigga talking through his throat
Til we catch him lacking at the store
Ruger, glock 9ine full of clips
Just shoot for fun not caring who we hit
I've been in the jungle hitting licks
Tried to give me lip now he hit
Choppa make em do the Michael Jackson
Facebook said he wanted all the action
Now he friendly cause we caught him lackin
Ask what happened thought he was a savage
I keep a ruger a glock and a 30
I keep my hands clean but we might do em dirty
I'm feeling like weezy bitch I got no worries
They know I be balling I feel like steph curry
He might have a problem I might have a answer
I keep me a pole turn his ass to a dancer
Then kidnap his mama and children for ransom
Put one in they skull if I do not get answered
That boi a beast
Who the f*ck he?
Why look hard?
Why he so flee ?
The god of talent
Yes emg
Bodying niggas
He on a spree
They gone kill who?
Bitch nigga please
Pipe in his mouth
Make em say cheese
Love when he pray
Love when he bleed
Nothing can save em it's over he beat damn
Young black nigga from the pole
So you know a nigga keep a pole
Sitting at the top moving weight
Nigga f*cking broke the totem pole
Rest In Peace the homies pour a 4
Free my niggas locked up never told
Pussy nigga talking through his throat
Til we catch him lacking at the store
Ruger, glock 9ine full of clips
Just shoot for fun not caring who we hit
I've been in the jungle hitting licks
Tried to give me lip now he hit
Choppa make em do the Michael Jackson
Facebook said he wanted all the action
Now he friendly cause we caught him lackin
Ask what happened thought he was a savage
ROBBIN SZN!
Say they gone kill me but niggas not worried
I keep me a ruger and it hold bout 30
So he gone catch 30 now he Stephen curry
Yo mama nem grieving I get mc flurry
I don't like opponents i see em on it
I call for ya bounty yo head as a bonus
The weed be so loud neighbors asked me to tone it
You rent it to lease bitch I buy it to own it
I pray for my victims cause lord knows Il get em they might ask me why
And Il say it's the system
Then I cock my pistol he drop like a missile a misunderstanding now clear as is crystal
Now He gone like magic oh no it so tragic
They all should of listen a nigga done had it
Bitch I gotta hustle got no other option
I creep out night call me Batmanand Robbin
And speaking of Robbin you know I be Robbin
I just got done Robbin some nigga in Robbins,IL
I Took all his shit even stole from his bitch then I went out to eat took myself to Red Robbins
Bitch I'm a beast and I'm well off my leash
No one safe in these streets nigga i gotta eat
And Im looking for targets you niggas look sweet
And I need everything take his phone and his keys
If he try to fight back take his life let it be
Wrap the corpse in a sheet he get found in the streets
If the judge got a case then the case gone get beat
While your family feel salty and suffer from grief
And I do what I want and I do what you dont
If a nigga want smoke imma see what he on
Take a trip to his home while he chilling alone
Got em begging for mercy put one in his dome
Young black nigga from the pole
So you know a nigga keep a pole
Sitting at the top moving weight
Nigga f*cking broke the totem pole
Rest In Peace the homies pour a 4
Free my niggas locked up never told
Pussy nigga talking through his throat
Til we catch him lacking at the store
Ruger, glock 9ine full of clips
Just shoot for fun not caring who we hit
I've been in the jungle hitting licks
Tried to give me lip now he hit
Choppa make em do the Michael Jackson
Facebook said he wanted all the action
Now he friendly cause we caught him lackin
Ask what happened thought he was a savage
I keep a ruger a glock and a 30
I keep my hands clean but we might do em dirty
I'm feeling like weezy bitch I got no worries
They know I be balling I feel like steph curry
He might have a problem I might have a answer
I keep me a pole turn his ass to a dancer
Then kidnap his mama and children for ransom
Put one in they skull if I do not get answered
That boi a beast
Who the f*ck he?
Why look hard?
Why he so flee ?
The god of talent
Yes emg
Bodying niggas
He on a spree
They gone kill who?
Bitch nigga please
Pipe in his mouth
Make em say cheese
Love when he pray
Love when he bleed
Nothing can save em it's over he beat damn
Young black nigga from the pole
So you know a nigga keep a pole
Sitting at the top moving weight
Nigga f*cking broke the totem pole
Rest In Peace the homies pour a 4
Free my niggas locked up never told
Pussy nigga talking through his throat
Til we catch him lacking at the store
Ruger, glock 9ine full of clips
Just shoot for fun not caring who we hit
I've been in the jungle hitting licks
Tried to give me lip now he hit
Choppa make em do the Michael Jackson
Facebook said he wanted all the action
Now he friendly cause we caught him lackin
Ask what happened thought he was a savage
Writer: Ethan Gill
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