YSL Polo - E.O.T.T (feat. Hanz Honxho) Lyrics

Rising up like a phoenix, I mean Going hard, I'm a baller, Kareem
On the beat, I be spittin' shit Cause my brother told me never quit the shit
And my brother dead, cause he got laced If I see the plug, I'ma catch a case
They not like us, so I keep me a Drake 40 cal pop him and tear off his face

If the cops pullin' up, then I'll skipping through states
F*ck that shit, you can catch me at Rome Roman lil' bitches be givin' me dome
Arresting in Rome for havin' my chrome They did it to Jesus send blessings Shalom
Niggas, they hatin', they jealous of me They sinnin' they really be envyin' me

I know my son gon' be better than me I fell in love with the cheddar, the cheese
I put my DNA where she eats Your bitch wanna know me, we'll meet
I never been losin', I've always been winnin' Skinny nigga in the kitchen
Pot is goin' water, whippin' Grab the powder get to mixin

This 30 drums, got extensions Like a bad bitch
Yeah, I want that green, want that cash, bitch And I don't want that hoe if she plastic
My dick is big, Mr. Fantastic It's a whole new world like Aladdin
Yeah, she fell in love with my fashion And I'm at the top like a caption

I don't got time for the actin' I barely got time to be rappin
I barely got time to be trappin' I barely got time to be actin
I barely got time to be blastin
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Rising up like a phoenix on me Goin' hard, I'm a baller Kareem
On the beat, I be spittin' shit Cause my brother told me never quit the shit
Now my brother dead, cause he got laced If I see the plug, I'ma catch a case
They not like us, so I keep me a Drake 40 cal pop him & tear off his face

This shit bout a bitch She keep a knocker it came with a stick
Moving different, since I got a grip She movin' with me wherever I slide
Hop in the V, let's go for a ride This shit a boat, so I hope you can drive
Pass her the gun, so she can use it Love that bitch, bitch, she tried to abuse me

Became the opp for bumpin' this music Shit get wicked when I tap your Medulla
No bread, so I hit up a jeweler Shook him down with a big old ruler
She give head for eighth of some za-za know what we smokin', ain't smokin' no
Baba Speak on the gang, hit you with the grata

And he keep bleedin', I slide like Baraka Stood tall, since I was a Joey, A.R.P
With the name of your homies written on it So I did what I had to do
Lettin' it rip, I'm blastin' through Like dubstep, I grab the boom
Boomstick, it's back to you No chain, real classy, dude