Up Them Poles lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Ballout, roll that dope up, man
Hey, Jessie, man, pass me the mollies, man
Turn up, man
f*ck wrong with these f*ck n*ggas, man?

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
See, Fredo be that n*gga (Fredo), just to let you n*ggas know (What?)
f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these hoes (What?), see, my money come first (Bang)
Have my youngins kick a door (300, 300), lay you on the floor (Grrah)
For that bag, for that money (We need that), you ain't got it, gotta go (Where it's at?)
See, that kush is what I smoke, you want beef? You get smoked (Bang)
See, your b*tch she a sl*t, she just suck and hit the door (I only want top, baby)
I'm that n*gga, thought you know (What?)
You ain't know then now you know (That n*gga)
If it's that, we up them poles (Bang)
If it's that, we up them poles (Grrah)

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
You turnt down, I'm turnt up (Turn up)
Play with me, you getting burnt up (bang)
My whole team got 30's (30's), two keys for the forty (40)
Smoking dope got me coughing, you play with me, you in a coffin (Bang)
I don't f*ck around with no goofy n*ggas (No), them n*ggas belong in the circus (clowns)
I wish a n*gga would put they hands on me (What's gon' happen?)
I bet he won't never see his damn family (What?)
'Cause all my n*ggas, they killas (What?), savage life I'm living (Bang)
I'm out here drug dealing (cocaine), just tryna make a living
Big ass crib but I only use the kitchen (Skrrt)
I don't trust n*ggas, they snitching (Feds)
Tripping over these b*tches (Hoes)
b*tches loving my pimping (Smack 'em)
f*ck a b*tch, get missing
I'm with the sh*t and you isn't (Nah)
So stop all that pretending (Grrah)
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
See, Fredo be that n*gga (Fredo), just to let you n*ggas know (What?)
f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these hoes (What?), see, my money come first (Bang)
Have my youngins kick a door (300, 300), lay you on the floor (Grrah)
For that bag, for that money (We need that), you ain't got it, gotta go (Where it's at?)
See, that kush is what I smoke, you want beef? You get smoked (Bang)
See, your b*tch she a sl*t, she just suck and hit the door (I only want top, baby)
I'm that n*gga, thought you know (What?)
You ain't know then now you know (That n*gga)
If it's that, we up them poles (Bang)
If it's that, we up them poles (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Ballout]
If it's that, we up them poles (Bang), forty to his nose (bang)
I got gold, you ain't know, b*tch, I got rolls (Rolls)
Ridin' on Forgiatos (Skrrt, skrrt), Stunt on them hoes
Been with it from the go (go), 300, all I know (All I know, man)
Smoking dope, rolling stank (L's), trying to hit a stain (Stain)
If he got to kick his door (Door), Fredo gon' blow (Bang)
What y'all don't know, all us gon' blow (Bang)
Lotta guns, gun show (Bang), I swear these n*ggas hoes
Out here on the block (Block), b*tches swear we duckin' opps (Opps)
b*tch, we is selling rocks (Rocks), on the block, toting Glocks (Glocks)
So please, don't get shot (Bang), so please, don't get shot (Bang)
'Fore we put you in a box, 'fore we put you in a box (Grrah)
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
See, Fredo be that n*gga (Fredo), just to let you n*ggas know (What?)
f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these hoes (What?), see, my money come first (Bang)
Have my youngins kick a door (300, 300), lay you on the floor (Grrah)
For that bag, for that money (We need that), you ain't got it, gotta go (Where it's at?)
See, that kush is what I smoke, you want beef? You get smoked (Bang)
See, your b*tch she a sl*t, she just suck and hit the door (I only want top, baby)
I'm that n*gga, thought you know (What?)
You ain't know then now you know (That n*gga)
If it's that, we up them poles (Bang)
If it's that, we up them poles (Grrah)