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Poled Up Lyrics by MaxThaDemon

Double Baccin

2018

[Intro: Max ThaDemon]
This how we rocking man
Double O in the booth Max ThaDemon in the booth
Gang (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: Max ThaDemon]
If he reach in his sweater, get holed up
If you see me then blow, cuz I'm poled up
Niggas talk on the 'net but don't blow none
Call Haze up one time and he fold 'em
If he reach in his sweater, get holed up
If you see me then blow, cuz I'm poled up
Niggas talk on the 'net but don't blow none
Call Haze up one time and he fold 'em

[Verse 1: Max ThaDemon]
If he reach then we bending him
When I spin through the opps, I'm gone clap like a gentleman
There's no beef that I'm settling
Put some shots in his face and then get low from the sentencing
Goofy niggas go to court just to pay fines
All my niggas got jammed doing state time
Get a trap flip a pack over state lines
No chest only heads, call 'em FaceTime
And I'm still doing drills with the same nine
Kev-Loc sending shots from the baseline
I don't miss, sending mine from the waist line
Doing drills don't rush they gone take time
When I spin its for real I'm gone shake the spot
Every grams gone count so I scrape the pot
Free B he upstate for a couple chops
If I run up get low cuz I'm taking tops
Head-shot, dead-shot now his brains spilling
Max-Loc cutthroat I'm a m8villian
Fuck a charge, take a charge, Imma stay drilling
Hella cars, playing hard ima play villain
Head-shot, dead-shot now his brains spilling
Max-Loc cutthroat I'm a m8villain
Fuck a charge, take a charge, Imma stay drilling
Hella cars, playing hard ima play villain
Me and M-Dot go back to back
Bando we trapping that
Double O stay where the 'matics at
Don't spin where the Babies stay, raid where your lady lay
Shots at his head take is face away
I'm smoking the dead opps, you can smell all the souls on me
Run up keep a pole on me
And keep all them racks cause those niggas done told on me
Get caught I don't know homie
You ducking these shots
So I'm ducking these cops
If I shoot then you know he ain't coming back
Everybody they thumbing and scamming
I'm taking this chain and then run up a twenty pack
You ducking these shots
So I'm ducking these cops
If I shoot then you know he ain't coming back
Everybody they thumbing and scamming
I'm taking this chain and then run up a twenty pack

(Gang)

[Max ThaDemon]
You know how we rocking man
Kev Hundo with me
TMO shit, BBE shit
Got Haze with me

(Boom 5x)

[Verse 2: Kev Hundo]
Made it back off the re-up
Back to the trap cuz my piece had [?] up
On a block with a glee tuck
Make the wrong move you gone get your whole team touched (Boom 3x)
AP, gun on my hip got no safety
Never needed no help like Lil Baby
But shout out my mama she made me
Back on the strip was the factuals
Wanna beat gang then you gotta move tactical
Just copped me a two tone
[?] is my youngin, run through homes
Like what
Your a broke boy get-away
Dumb fuck I only got time to get payed
Ran a block on the opposition
Call bro two shots DOA now his mommy missing
Many men
Spin on your turf, get to injuring
Double O seven must spin again
Swear you niggas is sweeter than cinnamon
I don't care what you claiming what set you in
I just stick to myself shit I'll bend again (Gang)
Pockets stuffed up with that blue cheese
Walk in the spot everybody like who he
Cameras out cause they know its a movie
And my sections got bottles and groupies
In the streets they be screaming out two three
In the streets they be screaming out two three (Gang 6x)
None of you niggas don't know me, that was the old me
Twenty-three shots like I'm Jordan
Run up, I swish like I'm Kobe
Me and Ginóbili
Stay on the strip we be balling
TJ gone wet up his whole team
Put that on broski
All of my niggas important
I'll have you dead by the morning (Gang)
How can you hate on me
I waited patiently
Mindset was just to get back
On the court come and play with me I keep some cake with me
James Harden when I step back
James Harden when I step back

(Babies)

[Outro: Kev Hundo]
Try to tell me cinnamon ain't sweet
So how the fuck cinnamon toast crunch taste
How the fuck a honey-bun taste
Ain't that shit sweet nigga
Fuck outta here
TMO

About “Poled Up” by MaxThaDemon

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"Poled Up" appears on "Double Baccin" in 2018.

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