Correction Lyrics Start Up Again by Polo G

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Uh
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I got killers in the motherf**kin' cut, b*t*h
Gang
Uh, uh

I be with savages, they is not havin' it
If it's ever a problem, we tackle it
Switch on the chopper, that b*t*h get to rattlin'
Really hate him, gon' shoot up the candlelit
Lil' mama thick, but just watch how I handle it
Beat up the pu**y, I damage it
Pa**port stamp, f**k the ref, how I'm travelin'
Louis by Virgil, my drip is immaculate, uh
Give me a beat, I'm attackin' it, uh
Might catch a B when I'm clappin' it
Opps, they some b*t*hes, we beefin' with actresses
Post in the trap, we got D in the cabinet, uh
She get on hеr knees when she gaggin' it
Might cop a 'Cat 'cause I bеat all them challenges
Hundred twenty a show, what I'm averagin'
On the ropes, I ain't fold, I wasn't panickin'
Uh, uh, start up again
She over with, now I'm all in her friends
Two hundred shots, they gon' ball up your mans
Lil Jo keep cappin', he noddin' off Xans, uh
I'm Euro steppin' in France, uh
Drip check, Amiri my pants
Glock a guitar, we gon' rock out like bands
Spin through they block, he get killed where he stand
I ran up some change, then bust down a chain (Go)
Benjamin, Grants, my pockets got names (Woah)
The Bentley cocaine, that look like the main
A brick of white Forces, same color them things (Thirty-six)
I just got booked to go somewhere in Spain (Gone)
F**k a fiancé, I married the game (I do)
It's really two hundred an occasion, man (Where?)
I'm on the jet eatin' Raising Cane's
They trippin', the gra** too high, I don't never be at the house in Memphis (Why?)
I done outgrew the city (Yeah)
Swapped out the digits, these n***as can't hit me (Nah)
Lil' box on the back of the Glock, we got switches (Phew)
Awful lot of cough syrup on my d**kies (Nope)
I'm so picky when it comes to these b*t*hes (Why?)
Bougie gangster chick tote my blicky (Got wifey with me, ayy)
I got a way with these words, I got a way with these hoes, I keep it too thorough (Raw)
Talkin' my sh*t on a whole 'nother level
I just was over there, I speak for the ghetto
Eight ounces of Wock' in the Faygo, I'm KO
These n***as fake, put together like Play-Doh (Ha)
Uh, uh, drillin' this new ho (Uh)
Ride like a horse, so I pa** her to Polo (Here)

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