Fredo Santana - Up Them Poles lyrics

rate me

See Fredo be that nigga just to let you niggas know

Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes, see my money come first

Have my younglings kick the door, lay you on the floor

For that bag, for that money, you ain't got it, gotta go

See that kush is what I smoke

You want beef? You get smoked

See your bitch she a slut, she just suck and hit the door

I'm that nigga, thought you know

You ain't know then now you know

If we stack, we up them poles

If we stack, we up them poles

You turned down, I'm turned up

Play with me you get burned up

My whole team got 30s, 2 keys for the 40

Smoking dope, gotta cough

You play with me, you in a coffin

I don't fuck around with no goofy niggas

Them niggas belong in the circus

I wish a nigga would put their hands on me

I bet he won't never see his damn family

‘Cause all my niggas they killers

Savage life I'm living, I'm out here drug dealing

Just tryina make a living

Big ass crib but I only use the kitchen

I don't trust niggas, they snitching tripping over these bitches

Bitches in love with my pimps

Fuck a bitch, get missing

I'm with the shit and you isn't so stop all that pretending

See Fredo be that nigga just to let you niggas know

See Fredo be that nigga just to let you niggas know

Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes, see my money come first

Have my younglings kick the door, lay you on the floor

For that bag, for that money, you ain't got it, gotta go

See that kush is what I smoke

You want beef? You get smoked

See your bitch she a slut, she just suck and hit the door

I'm that nigga, thought you know

You ain't know then now you know

If we stack, we up them poles

If we stack, we up them poles

If we stack we up them poles, 40 to his nose

I got gold, you ain't know, bitch I got rolls

Ride on ‘fore we get toast

Stunt on them hoes, bang with it from the go

300 all I know, smoking dope, roll this thing

Tryina hit this thing, if he got it, kick his door

Fredo gone blow

What y’all don’t know all is gone blow

Lot of guns, gun show

I swear this niggas hoes

Out here on the block bitches swear we dunking opps

Bitch, we are selling rocks on the block told ‘em Glocks

So please don't get shot, so please don't get shot

‘Fore we put you in a box, ‘fore we put you in a box

Fredo be that nigga just to let you niggas know

Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes, see my money come first

Have my younglings kick the door, lay you on the floor

For that bag, for that money, you ain't got it, gotta go

See that kush is what I smoke

You want beef? You get smoked

See your bitch she a slut, she just suck and hit the door

I'm that nigga, thought you know

You ain't know then now you know

If we stack, we up them poles

If we stack, we up them poles