C-Sick - Up Them Poles lyrics

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C-Sick - Up Them Poles lyrics

[Hook: Fredo Santana] See Fredo be that n***a, just to let you n***as know f** these b**hes f** these ho's see my money come first Have my youngins 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 you b**h she a s*ut she just s** and hit the door I'm that n***a, thought you know You ain't know that now you know If we stack we up them poles If we stack we up them poles [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] You turned down I'm turned up Play with me you get burned up My whole team got thirtees 2 keys for the forty Smokin dope got me coughing Play with me you in a coffin I don't f** around with no goofy n***as Them n***as belong in the circus I wish a n***a would put they hands on me I bet he won't never see his damn family Cause all my n***as they k**as Savage life I'm living I'm out here drugdealing Just tryi'n to make a living Big a** crib but I only use the kitchen I don't trust n***as they snitching tripping over this b**hes b**hes lovin my pimpins f** a b**h get missin I'm with the sh** and you isn't So stop all that pretendng [Hook] [Verse 2: Ballout] If we stack we up them poles Fourty to his nose I got gold you ain't know b**h I got rolls Ridinin' on forgiatos Stunt on them ho's Been with it from the go 3hundred all I know Smoking dope rollin stank Tryin' hit a stain If he gotta kick his door Fredo gone blow With ya'll don't know All is gone blow Lot of guns gun-show I swear this n***as hoes Out here on the block b**hes swear we dunkin opps b**h we selling rocks On tha block tote Glocks Glocks So please don't get shot So please don't get shot For we put you in da box For we put you in da box [Hook]