Polo G feat. Lil Baby – Be Something Lyrics | Audio

Polo G feat. Lil Baby – Be Something Lyrics

Told ’em I was gonna be somethin’
That broke s**t made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain’t had nowhere to go, n**ga, I was lost in them streets runnin’
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred

Just happy I did it, n**ga, nobody ever gave me nothin’
Flexin’ so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin’
Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I’m just gon’ keep dumpin’
Police get behind me, I’ma press the gas, I’m just gon’ keep stompin’
I’m just gon’ keep stompin’

Plottin on the come-up, we was schemin’
Now I hit the stage and they screamin’
I was tryna cope through them hard times
For them X pills, I was fiendin’

Got a bad b**ch, honey skintone
Pretty long hair, she Belizean
Tryna tell you, girl, I can’t love you
I’m a cold-hearted lil’ demon
Dysfunctional, I can’t show affection
Might bug out for no reason
Really you don’t even gotta be here
I done got so used to people leavin’
You was ridin’ for me, then you switched up
Now it’s f**k you and I mean it

Couple situations left me traumatized
Now I say less ’cause I’m speechless
If my brother need it, then I got him, man
The whole gang know how I’m bleedin’
Tryna wake up from them nightmares
Devil in my ear while I’m dreamin’
In my past life, did some bad things
I know karma tryna get even
Tryna get away from all the drama
Hopped in the Benz, now I’m speedin’

Told ’em I was gonna be somethin’
That broke s**t made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain’t had nowhere to go, n**ga, I was lost in them streets runnin’
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred

Just happy I did it, n**ga, nobody ever gave me nothin’
Flexin’ so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin’
Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I’m just gon’ keep dumpin’
Police get behind me, I’ma press the gas, I’m just gon’ keep stompin’
I’m just gon’ keep stompin’

Goofy tried stealin’ my phone
Look, these n**gas corny, these n**gas can’t come on my corner
I’m the one do what I wanna
I made the guys spin that b**ch every day like a carnival
Bought her a Patek Philippe ’cause she wanted one
These n**gas nothin’ like me, I am one of one
Take the Bentley, four hundred, I pay the bond
You ain’t scarin’ no one with no gun in this b**ch
Everybody go dumb in this b**ch
N**gas h*es and they mama a b**ch
In the hood like Obama and s**t
Presidential tint, no tellin’ who in it

Ask around, I bet they tell you we winnin’
Different foreign cars, ain’t none of ’em rented
Hundred million cash, I’m comin’ to get it
Out in Cali’, but my mind in the trenches
I advise the boy to play his position
Run it up and show love to my city
Never leaνe ’em, I’m bringin’ ’em with me
Keep a glizzy, it’s goin’ in with me, I can’t let ’em get me
No time for bulls**t, I’m sorry, I’m busy
I’ma go hard ’til I’m forty or fifty
n**gas be talkin’, but they never do s**t
So if it ain’t money, I don’t even listen

Told ’em I was gonna be somethin’
That broke s**t made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain’t had nowhere to go, n**ga, I was lost in them streets runnin’
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred

Just happy I did it, n**ga, nobody ever gave me nothin’
Flexin’ so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin’
Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I’m just gon’ keep dumpin’
Police get behind me, I’ma press the gas, I’m just gon’ keep stompin’
I’m just gon’ keep stompin’…

➤ Written by Resource, Lil Baby & Polo G
Album: THE GOAT
Produced by Resource
Polo G | Lil Baby | 2020

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