Letra Been having Polo G

Been having

Mmm, we pull up, we send hot shit
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy
(What's the word, C4?)

I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches
With my niggas, fuck the opps, we dump the district
I ain't signin' on no-deal, unless they talkin' 'bout some figures
Put that bag on top your head, and have your partner come and kill you
I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up
Ain't no way we can chill, this [?] will kill and get your head pumped
This blicky with me, if it get to fishy we gon' send it up
We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard ?nough
Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass
I started with a couple racks, I lost some mor? and got them back
They grip my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds
When I got caught up for them things, they said, "Then go 'round and ask"
I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag
I don't like totin' normal blicks, all these Glocks got some' attached
That bitch go "Brrrt", and that's another nigga, pack cool where I'm at
Them nigga's sweet for that Lil Wayne shit that we did, they ain't get back
We got the drop on all y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack
Lil' bro will pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC
So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad, I'm in my act
We pull up on him, he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC
Pour a double cup of coolie, bitchy, I'm litty, opps ain't fuckin' with me
Hunnid clip the Drac', the police said we fuckin' up the city
Since my lil' homie die, go ask the opps, everyday been a killin'
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him

Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit
All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks
Ever since my lil' bro brothers die, he always kept a stick
I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick
I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick
My lil' snipers, they don't give a fuck, man, they'll whack a bitch
I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit
Splatter shit, foenem pop out cussin', let that hammer spit
Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit
Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages
Think twice 'fore you run-up or my gunnas get to clappin' shit
Sundown 'til the sun up, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?
You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' shit
Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kinds of shit
My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick

(Damn, Master)