P.O.E.T.

Lyrics

Let's pour a little out for my nigga Nut
 My nigga Nip
 Pour some more for Bankroll Fresh
 For Shawty Lo
 Rest in peace SQ, pour some out for him
 Matter fact, just pour that whole thing out
 It's Budda Beats
 For the real ones only
 Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
 We got weed but we gon' need more
 I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
 Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
 Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
 Flip the boy, get a reward
 I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
 I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
 Just a young nigga with no cosign
 Yeah, my mama and my daddy, yeah, they both fine, uh
 Grew up drug dealing, nigga, grew up drug dealing
 Sellin' dubs, mostly fifties, we ain't got no dimes
 Uh, nigga killed my family, now we both slidin'
 Uh, if you ever disrespect me then you gon' die
 Uh, long live Nipsey, I got love for the 60's
 Be with blood like I'm Billy, I fuck with both sides, huh
 Now I'm at they neck just like a bowtie, huh, uh
 Grippin' on that TEC just like your ho thighs, uh
 I know real savages, we used to pour Actavis
 When it come to whackin' shit, we done won championships, yeah
 Uh, catch a body, then go back and sip, yeah
 Why you got all them doves in that vacuum seal? Yeah
 I wonder why when you show love, they get mad still?
 I ain't gettin' the same love as I did last year, yeah
 Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
 We got weed but we gon' need more
 I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
 Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
 Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
 Flip the boy, get a reward
 I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
 I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
 Uh, rest in peace to my grandma Janie, yeah
 East to West, she was slangin' all that candy, yeah
 I was gettin' that money but I couldn't stack it, yeah, yeah
 But you know damn well I'm gon' hustle like my granny, uh, look
 I was on the curb with that package, huh, came for these
 If you tryna owe me, you can't have it, huh, best believe
 Fish and codeine, that's the recipe, yes indeed
 I was tryna eat, you know me, I'm from Trestle Tree, yeah
 Damn near 33, yeah
 We can send 'em in the air, send 'em through the mail
 You know if you wrap it right, then it'll never smell
 See, I can't fuck with lil' shawty, he used to tattletale
 Back when we was probably 12
 Damn, shawty 12, huh
 I'll probably never see a cell, take another L
 They prayed on my downfall but I never failed
 Remember I couldn't afford a car, now I got a V12
 I only got a three left, yeah, yeah
 Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
 We got weed but we gon' need more
 I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
 Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
 Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
 Flip the boy, get a reward
 I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
 I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
 Dramatic
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:03
Key
6
Tempo
158 BPM

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