LPB Poody – D To The S lyrics

[Chorus: LPB Poody]
Once again free Tracy, let him out the county
We was ducked off in the shed 'til them crackers found me
I put money on your head like a fuckin' bounty
I be swimmin' in that pussy, hope she don't drown me
I'm all in, turn her belly button to an outtie
And if it ain't real, keep that fuck shit from 'round me
Sharp shooting, ain't no missing 'cause I'm rebounding
Step-back, and-one 'cause these pussies fouling
Once again free Tracy, let him out the county
We was ducked off in the shed 'til them crackers found me
I put money on your head like a fuckin' bounty
I be swimmin' in that pussy, hope she don't drown me
I'm all in, turn her belly button to an outtie
And if it ain't real, keep that fuck shit from 'round me
Sharp shooting, ain't no missing 'cause I'm rebounding
Step-back, and-one 'cause these pussies fouling

[Verse 1: GlokkNine]
He want smoke with who? he want what with us?
How I finger fuck this nina, thought I bust a nut
Aquafina water boys, we aimin' at your skut
Fuck a belly button, Lil Poody posted in the cut
Lil hot done woodie-woo, he all off in the gut
And I get that first squeeze then you out of luck
Semi tucked, choppers in the trunk, bitch light 'em up
Tellin' on your nigga, talkin' codes, foolie wired up


[Verse 2: LPB Poody]
LightPole Baby, I was walkin' with my pole out
My wrist froze now, keep my pockets on swole now
Blacky goin' in, yeah you know we like to show out
Wishy washy bitch, you know I make her take the clothes off
Switcharoo, call it alley-oop, she gettin' thrown out
D to the S so you know the streets sold now
Rob him for his beat so you know this bitch a stole now
Silly rabbit, them ain't real karats, take them golds out

[Verse 3: GlokkNine]
Ran down on him, oh wait, but this bitch stop
I ain't from the north but I gotta keep a pole got
Hollow stole hot, fuck a clique, I want an empire
Youngin from the drive, bend the curb, you need lots of iron
Still be smoke, I'm blowin', jit don't fuckin' choke
Whack a duck, if the pistol tryna quack it up
Mercedes truck, one-sixty, that bitch ain't fast enough
Bend your block, like a trashcan we gon' dump

[Verse 4: LPB Poody]
If it's smoke in the city with my niggas, better call it out
We buckin' too just like the chopper, we flingin' buckshots
Red bitch, she gon' fuck the city 'til she fucked out
Cougar bitch, she gon' suck a nigga 'til I'm sucked out
I'm up now, I don't really give a fuck now
We hit for ten bands, I don't know, I might just buck now
Cold world, we givin' cold cuts, you might get cut now
We all in the field like down, get set, hut now


[Verse 5: GlokkNine]
Rottweilers, 'til you babies ask for wahwah
I was servin' molly rocks, finessin' out the wahwah
I'm just tryna hit, DB stabbed this bitch, haha
I really like Carmelo Anthony's bitch, yeah, LaLa
Robbed the boy and made him walk home in his damn socks
Yeah I came from shit, lot of shell catchers and headshots
Red dots, made the pussy wish he never ever tried
Bless not, shots from the nine made the rest stop

[Verse 6: LPB Poody]
Fresh out of the juvie, hit the booth and now I'm bootin' up
Late nights makin' powerplays, they got me shootin' up
Had to rob the pussy 'cause the fuck nigga was gook as fuck
Maneuver all around these hoes, they wanna move with us
Leave the nigga that you with, I know he turned you off
Put a nigga on then a pussy wanna turn you off
All my niggas in for the win, we never took a loss
Dead flies on the beat so I told Teezy to turn it off