LPB Poody - Stolo Lyrics

(Ay that probably Tago)
(Pipe that shit up)

They say, "ay it's probably Tago"
Nah bitch, it Lil poody with the draco
Ay look

I see yo baby daddy, he a busta
He wanna be like me but he ain't got no hustle
Baby, I'm the type of nigga get it off the muscle
And I like to tote them stones ain't got no time to tussle
She wanna eat my chips but she can't get these Ruffles
I got it out the mud, bitch, check out my knuckles
You the type to get on one knee and tell her you love her
But I'm the type to take a nigga bitch and I'll fuck her
We do it under covers

Cruisin' down the streets in my stolo, jackin' these bitches, slapping the hoe
We on some street shit catch a opp put a tag on his toe
He said, pressure got a lighter 'cause we packin' the smoke
I said we packin' the smoke bitch we packin' the smoke
Tec 9 and ARs we got some gadgets with scopes
I got some shit that hold a hunnid leave a patch on a boat
She told us all about you niggas, you be cappin' we know
Oh we ain't nothing like you niggas we a different breed
Interscope done signed a nigga give my thanks to bre
7 figure nigga want a feature? That's gone be a fee
Gcm the label bitch you ain't heard bitch we getting cheese
I call lil mama kapernick I told her take a knee
She wanna be a bot for the gang so let her be
These hoes out her doing shit that I ain't never seen
I'm from the hood baby certain shit Amaze me
Posted in the yo like I'm Gotti shout out CMG
Go tell the opps I ain't hiding bitch they know where I be
You either catch me with red right there on cam street
He serving percs by the 10 come get em 10 a piece

I see yo baby daddy he a busta
He wanna be like me but he ain't got no hustle
Baby, I'm the type of nigga get it off the muscle
And I like to tote them stones ain't got no time to tussle
She wanna eat my chips but she can't get these Ruffles
I got it out the mud, bitch, check out my knuckles
You the type to get on one knee and tell her you love her
But I'm the type to take a nigga bitch and I'll fuck her
We do it under covers

Cruisin' down the streets in my stolo, jackin' these bitches, slapping the hoe
We on some street shit catch a opp put a tag on his toe
He said, pressure got a lighter 'cause we packin' the smoke