Artist: → Polo G
{Intro}
Lil Capalot bitch, haha
{Verse 1}
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
Put a fuck nigga right on the pavement
He gon’ need a bodybag or a night sack
He a bitch, he will fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture, man, he ain’t really like that
Momma told me I don’t care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try you, better fight back
We’ll beat his ass if a nigga throw the folks up
What’s all that shit you was sayin’ like you was so tough?
They gon’ have to carry your mans if he approach us
Creepin’ and that glizzy’ll blam when we get close up
Rich ass gangster my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movement and this bitch go fah-fah
Nigga gon’ bе huggin’ Allah
I’m the G.O.A.T, I’m a thug, I’m a star
{Chorus}
Youngin tryna clear crowd with the hеat
When you ridin’ better keep a 40 cal. ‘bout to see
He was bangin’ wrong till they find him diseased
It’s a whole lot of evil rummin’ round in the streets
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin’ in the doorway
Tell me, Annie are you okay?
Screamin’ out “No way!”
Tell me, Annie are you okay?
{Verse 2}
Still on that bullshit MJ
Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape
All my life had to risk take
But if a nigga try me, 40 kick it ‘til my wrist break
Let anybody in this bitch play
I’ma have my c’s leave his ass in the ground with a stiff ache
Where I’m from all the killers turn hood legend
And they known through them blocks like(?)
Totin’ on some’ bigger than the great khali
30 shots’ll knock him down like Muhammed Ali
Do the race scratch off finna track opp g’s
Catch him lackin’ then it’s R.I.P
{Chorus}
Youngin tryna clear crowd with the heat
When you ridin’ better keep a 40 cal. ‘bout to see
He was bangin’ wrong till they find him diseased
It’s a whole lot of evil rummin’ round in the streets
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin’ in the doorway
Tell me, Annie are you okay?
Screamin’ out “No way!”
Tell me, Annie are you okay?