Yo Gotti, Lil Poppa & CMG The Label

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Pole

Yo Gotti, Lil Poppa & CMG The Label

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"Pole." - Yo Gotti, Lil Poppa & CMG The Label

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 01:40 am

Album: Gangsta Art

Track No: 08

Pole on me like I'm a stripper (Stripper)
Mama 'nem know I'm a hitter (A hitter)
They say I'm a gangster, they think I'm a killer (Killer)
They gon' pray for me 'cause I need some healin'
Any day can be the day
Convicted felon, got it anyway
Switches on it, it's touch and spray
Catch a case, none to say
Pole on me like I'm a stripper
Mama 'nem know I'm a hitter
They say I'm a gangster, they think I'm a killer
They gon' pray for me 'cause I need some healin'
My favorite room is the kitchen (Kitchen)
Pole on me like I been fishing (I'm fishing)
Gotti still feeding them trenches (I am)
Don't act up, get put on detention
And I put a ho on suspension (Bitch)
I'm on an opp like his grandma 'nem hit him with switches
I buy a bitch a Richard like this shit ain't expensive (Yeah)
And take this shit back when the bitch stop listening (Yeah)
Pole on me daily
Lately, I been feelin' sedated
Feel like the streets want me crazy
Two-hundred and eighty, that's a Patek for my lady
I gotta step for my babies
I gotta step for the gangstas
Lead be example, all of my shit done got handled
Pole on me like I'm in Magic City, in Atlanta but I'm in the back of a Phantom
Pole on me like I'm a stripper (Stripper)
Mama 'nem know I'm a hitter (Hitter)
They say I'm a gangster, they think I'm a killer (A killer)
They gon' pray for me 'cause I need some healin'
And this codeine ain't no liquor (No liquor)
Double cup, sippin', thinking 'bout my **** (My ****)
And double tape the clip at the bottom of the Drac' (Drac')
We been riding all day, tryna to find his vic' (This vic')
And she don't wanna wake up, I done fucked her face up
Now, I got makeup all on my pillow
You know everything fully, we back on our bully
Youngins put switches on all of them pistols (Switches on all of 'em)
Bag on my head, we gon' call it a big one (A big one)
Lighting shit up, we been calling it Christmas (It's Christmas)
This the shit I live, they just rapping about it (They rapping about it)
Pole on me like Junior bachelor party (Bachelor party)
Know some **** made jack and a half (And a half)
Still, five star hotel, sell crack in the lobby (Crack in the lobby)
Catch a body, don't tell nobody (Don't tell nobody)
Sit quiet, don't tell nobody (Nobody)
Pole on me like I'm a stripper (Stripper)
Mama 'nem know I'm a hitter (A hitter)
They say I'm a gangster, they think I'm a killer (Killer)
They gon' pray for me 'cause I need some healin'
Any day can be the day
Convicted felon, got it anyway
Switches on it, it's touch and spray
Catch a case, none to say

Writer(s): Mario Mims, Janarious Wheeler, Salomon Naar, Jack Richmeier & Henri Velasco.

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