Correction Lyrics O.D.A. by Polo G

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Lyrics

Polo G, man
You already know who it is, Polo G
I'm finna show em why my name should be in discussions
Gang (Gang)
Look (Gang)
Look

We pull up in them trucks
Catch yo a** lacking, then you outta luck (Boom)
When that 30 bust, you just better duck (Boom)
And I'm going dumb to put you in a trunk
And I guarantee that when we see a opp
And that car stop, that his heart drop
You just rolled down, and them Glocks stop
They gon' make 'em bop, then his heart stop
Right on my block, b*t*hes not safe
Let the opp come my way
Let the Glock spray, we do not play
Watch we send his a**, to where god stay
In the field it's real, they don't want Timville 'cause we doing drills (TTG)
TTG creepin' with the steel
They ain't scared to show yo' a** how I feel
Get yo' a** popped like a pill
Let them feel the Ruger, I'm so GDK
F**k Larry Hoover,  like Steph Curry
I'm a straight shooter in they nightmares like I'm Freddy Kruger
Scared of me, got them n***as needin' therapy
Mad 'cause they ain't ahead of me
And ain't no rapper that can mess with me
They like, "Polo Gucci Boy, you the sh*t"
I already know, so why they tellin' me?
And these dealers wanna know my recipe
Cause I got the fiends I don't let them eat
Everything on me got two G's
So these bad b*t*hes wanna mess with me
They just wanna flex and finesse with me
Tryna run through a check with me
When I say my name, she undresses me (Damn)
Tryna suck, f**k, yeah, have sex with me
I ain't havin' that
One time it's fine on me, you can have it back
Got a couple bands, don't know how to act
Got a few guns, don't know how to lack
Hanging out the roof of that Cadillac (Boom, boom)
If I see a brick, ain't no second chance
Make his a** do the hammer dance
Let the hammer blam, call a ambulance
Pistol blowin' like a ceiling fan
Get to dumpin' like the garbage man
When we in a field, you would think we textin'
Cause them hollows, they gon' send a message
Let the opps know that we not playin'
Gang, look, though

I'ma run up on his a** with a pipe
Take his life down, then earn another stripe
Thirsty for a new pack like a hype
Hit a b*t*h with a strap like a dyke
Make a b*t*h n***a walk to the light
Don't get caught slippin' at night
My lil' n***a grippin' that pipe
Lil' n***a do a hit and take flight (He go)
I don't fight n***as, b*t*h, I'm bustin'
I don't like n***as, Uncle Rukus
And I'm seventeen, but I'm gettin' to it
So these grown hoes wanna f**k me (Hmm)
Keep a cannon on me bigger than mariah ex husband
I'll let it drum on my cousin
Cause if he with the opps, then it's f**k 'em (F**k 'em)
If they ain't day-ones, I don't trust 'em
Damn near every week
Me and gang and them got them thangs sprayin'
'Cause we tryna make it on gang land
If you ride a K, you a brave man
Once we slide on him, he a changed man (Skrrt)
Since the shorty been on hot sh*t
Used to watch wrestling as a Kane fan
Gang nem tryna do a drill
I'm the n***a that they sent for
When I'm in a field I don't play with shorties
I be aiming guns with the big folks (Boom)
Point the AR out where I tip-toe (Boom)
Big gun, let that b*t*h blow
Whole Chiraq better get low
Killer mob, we don't f**k around
We ain't tryna box what you be gettin' 'round
Bullets hit his back and make his body bounce
Add his a** to the body count
Mello with the seven, shoot from long range hittin' every shot
Pull out the heavy Glock, leave a messy opp
Leave him hurt and wet like a belly flop
I been chasin' guap, f**k a petty thot
I need a trap queen like Fetty Wap
Gang (Gang)

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