Ab-Soul - Short $ermons lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] Polo Sporting Goods... [Verse 1: RetcH] Seduce dykes in the moonlight, I move like Them cats that wear two strikes, at night I blew dice Cee-lo, you know he 'Lo like a hero Turn zeros into C-notes f**ing with Nino A tree blow in the beam-o on the lee-low The grill is looking like it's cheesing, so appeasing Catch me leaning, leather seats is heated Jump out the zenith, that's a naked skeezer She with whatever, predict the weather Distressed leather under vintage sweater Resemble cheddar, the centerpiece is clever The endeavors of a young cadaver I roll the reefer with a prison letter Free my mans [and them] [?] with the Jordans with the sand in them I'm on the premises with pouches with the grams in them 'Lo socks, boxers with the dick-hole The tea was fresh up out the kettle, so I sip slow, whoa Polo Sporting Goods [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Black lip pastor, don't know if my raps or a gat spit faster The horror in my oral vernacular'll collapse ya fel**tio in the Uber if the driver's cooler We got it in, she's no Karrine, but the head was super Intended for it to be intricate for me to lose her But she in love with a loser My b**h friend snooping through my Instagram When I'd much rather crack a Backwood and twist a gram Me and 'Lo God we both gods below God Pick up line for divas that I'm Jesus with a bigger penis Shout out to Lord Legend, shout out Apostle Agent The games Nebuchadnezzar and I'm just Daniel dreaming Or maybe David in a lion's den, with a plate of steak Don't make the same mistake, I'm blowing dumb trees State to state and out the country Accidentally ashing on my Polo, getting dome from yo' ho Soulo [Outro: RetcH] Polo Sporting Goods