Polo G – Be Something (feat. Lil Baby) Lyrics

Be Something

Polo G (feat. Lil Baby)

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"Be Something." - Polo G (feat. Lil Baby)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 05:50 pm

Album: THE GOAT

Track No: 11

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had no where to go, ****, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, ****, 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 bitch, 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 fuck 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 that drama, hopped in the Benz, now I'm speedin'
Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had no where to go, ****, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, ****, 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 formula
These **** corny, these **** can't come on my corner
I'm the one do what I wanna
I made the guys spin that bitch everyday like a carnival
Bought her a Patek Philippe 'cause she wanted one
These **** nothin' like me, I am one of one
Take the Bentley, for hundred, I pay the bond
You ain't scarin' no one with no gun in this bitch
Everybody go dumb in this bitch
**** hoes and they mama a bitch
In the hood like Obama and shit
Presidential tint, no tellin' who in it
Ask around, I bet they tell you we winnin'
Different foreign cars, ain't none of them 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 leave '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 bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm busy
I'ma go hard, till I'm forty or fifty
**** be talkin', but they never do shit
So if it ain't money, I don't even listen
Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had no where to go, ****, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, ****, 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'

Writer(s): Taurus Bartlett, Braylin Bowman & Dominique' Jones.

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