收聽Polo G的Chances (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Chances (Explicit)

Polo G2025年12月16日

Chances (Explicit) 歌詞

Chances (Explicit) - Polo G

Lyrics by:Taurus Bartlett

Composed by:Taurus Bartlett

Produced by:OZ/Slick The Third

Ayy Oz give me a motherfuckin' painkiller

Chances after chances

Chances after chances

Try taking my chain or watch promise you

I'ma be taking a mugshot

I'ma show you these slugs so hot

40 with a long nose don't blow snot

I used to come off the bench like a sixth man

Now I play for clutch shots

I just been writing the list for my hitman

I can't wait to come shop

My killers don't feel sorry

We just gangbang and bust Glocks

Free smoke for anybody like

We ain't already made enough opps

Since kids we played on rough blocks

It can only go one way when blood drop

We spend our days on rush clocks

Shootouts and ducking the cage and what not

Grinding like a slave for

What I got like I still ain't madе enough guap

They finally gave us props

Now I just get paid and fuck thots

She blew my mind got good brain

Swear I was amazed from her top

They've been plotting on taking my spot

Since the day my fame was unlocked

I was stuck at the bottom

Could only imagine a place

That I'm at with my view lord

But I charted up to the top

Niggas better be ready to get up or scoot over

'Rari truck I'm the new owner

Feel like I gotta get high when I'm too sober

Bonding over murders

What got me and my crew closer

That's the reason I feel like a true soldier

The type of decisions we making

You don't get a do-over

Karma is a bitch if we wait

And I hate that I do know her

Only judging from things that you show us

Your life stay on high speed

When you hang with a few vultures

But this cup full of lean what's making me move slower

I might pour a whole pint in my new soda

Change the score for the culture

Run up and dump on him lackin' now you got a poster

We killing whoever ridin'

They in that black truck

Then we gon' shoot at the chauffeur

Masked up like it's October

Hot seat I'm in the back like Rosa

Head-taps when he catch two out the toaster

Kill shit what we do

My killers don't feel sorry

We just gangbang and bust Glocks

Free smoke for anybody like

We ain't already made enough opps

Since kids we played on rough blocks

It can only go one way when blood drop

We spend our days on rush clocks

Shootouts and ducking the cage and what not

Grinding like a slave for what I got

Like I still ain't made enough guap

They finally gave us props

Now I just get paid and fuck thots

She blew my mind got good brain

Swear I was amazed from her top

They've been plotting on taking my spot

Since the day my fame was unlocked

Chances after chances

Chances after chances

After chances

Chances after chances

 

Chances after chances