Stress Relief
Polo G
GENRE
[Intro]
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
You don't know what, uh, it takes to be a king
Pop out the cut, uh, you know that Glock gon' sing
Don't give no fuck, uh, just shoot up everything
Roll up a blunt, uh, just for the stress relief
[Verse]
Uh, glizzy got a flashlight, uh, out in traffic, four deep with five pipes
And this shit for his homie, that's who he die like
Uh, I hope my son good, the day I rock my last mic'
Uh, heck a nigga temperature, I'm in this bitch with gang 'nem and we gon' send it up
And if we pop out at your club, we got 'em blickas tucked
I got that pump like gas stations, we gon' fill em up, bullets rip 'em up
In the mean talkin' millions with my hoodie on
[Chorus]
You don't know what, uh, it takes to be a king
Pop out the cut, uh, you know that Glock gon' sing
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
You don't know what, uh, it takes to be a king
Pop out the cut, uh, you know that Glock gon' sing
Don't give no fuck, uh, just shoot up everything
Roll up a blunt, uh, just for the stress relief
[Verse]
Uh, glizzy got a flashlight, uh, out in traffic, four deep with five pipes
And this shit for his homie, that's who he die like
Uh, I hope my son good, the day I rock my last mic'
Uh, heck a nigga temperature, I'm in this bitch with gang 'nem and we gon' send it up
And if we pop out at your club, we got 'em blickas tucked
I got that pump like gas stations, we gon' fill em up, bullets rip 'em up
In the mean talkin' millions with my hoodie on
[Chorus]
You don't know what, uh, it takes to be a king
Pop out the cut, uh, you know that Glock gon' sing
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