Cover art for How I’m Comin by Polo G

How I’m Comin

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May. 14, 20191 viewer

How I’m Comin Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Lil' Polo, run it up
Gang, gang, gang, gang
DJ Pain 1

[Verse]
Big pistol is what I tote 'cause there's some niggas out here tryna take me out my glow
In this game you gon' either be a point or you gon' score
Extended clips get emptied out and turn a nigga to a ghost
I'm a Gucci Gang nigga out of Thirteen Double-O
Never beat around the bush, get to the point, let niggas know
Money fixin' everything, that wasn't right when I was broke
Up a roll everyday, it's only right I do the most
Bitches see me tryna come up, will they get a dollar? No
Hoes ain't nothing, I don't love them, I just pipe them in they throat
Couple bitches in the kitchen, make 'em work like Rihanna
You can catch me in the trap fixin' up some proper
Whole gang in this bitch, we got Uzis and choppers
Play that block at FTE before I go and snatch a soul
Bitch we pull up get to drummin', now your favorite rapper gone
1300 ain't no strip club, but we got a lot of poles
Flip through our block, get chalked, I flipped 'em, get sent off
Gucci Gang some demons, they the wrong niggas to piss off
.30 get to rockin' 'til that clip fall like Chris Paul
That rocket get to smokin' like it's getting ready for lift off
F.N. make you dance and knock your clothes backwards, criss-cross
It was a fact, run up on Tim you gon' limp off
Since you like to run your mouth, that MAC rip your lips off
All my homies throwin' up the C but we don't Crip walk
Lil G he stay with me, he suspicious then he gon' shoot
Niggas think they scare me saying what they gon' do
Bitch I keep two bangers, play crazy if you want to
Name my steel Dr. Phil 'cause it like to solve problems
Taking all these shots, for my team I'm a ball hogger
For my niggas ride 'til I die like I'm Paul Walker
Ayy, look, I be off the drugs, geek like a white boy
All blastin' dead niggas, slide every night, boy
I fuck with the Cobras, Breeds, 4's and the Vice Lords
Hollows lift his soul, sent your ass up to Christ, boy
See 'em, we gon' heat em', 'cause we shooting shit on sight, boy
I'm the fuckin' demon that yo' main bitch like, boy
Both of us got straps, we ain't even got to fight for
Wasn't always like this, I used to be a nice boy
Now I'm with the gang members, slidin' with them pipes, boy
If you with that opps shit, we gon' take your life, boy
Every time that we hop out, they take flight, boy
Young nigga bound to be the greatest, bitch I'm Mike Jordan
I'm the motherfuckin' man, you can't deny that shit
And I know I look like a stain, please don't try that shit
Empty out the whole drum when I fire that bitch
This glizzy on me, I might live and die by that shit
Have a bitch nigga duckin' his taco, that back shot made him burp up a hollow
Yeah, I'm CPDK, fuck the blue and white Tahoe
I'm the hottest young nigga coming out of Chicago
[Outro]
Gang, bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Say it's Mr.DoTooMuch
Grew up in the struggle, man that shit was kinda rough
Now I'm getting money, yeah, my pockets kinda buff
They like "Polo, run it up" ayy, ayy
They say "Lil' Polo, run it up" ayy
DJ Pain 1

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May 14, 2019
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