Make Em Say Ugh

[Intro: Polo G & YungLiV] Ayy Livvy man, what the fuck you on? You know the fuck, I'm on a whole lotta gang shit On gang, man You know how the fuck we bumming every time we link up, bitch We plug, we send hot shit Let's go [Verse 1: YungLiv] Throw a few shots out this MAC, my homie died, we gettin back I can't say much in them raps, just know them death threats got him wacked His backdoor where we met him at, he ran still got laid on his back All my vultures known for wreck, that's why they ain't been on the set We ridin' wit' two choppers, one of 'em stolen, can't be no statistics Ain't not one nigga in this city diss over mines, cuz consequences I fell victim to this shit when bro got caught without his pistol Seemed like the opps cliqued up and broke, since I blew up off of my Insta I'm so turned off this rapping shit, to be an opp on with minor privilege Off an X', turnt out my body, I dare a opp to like my picture We can link up, meet and greet, just know them blickies will be wit' 'em She said she love, but on my life, she fuck my homie, bitch is wicked [Verse 2: Polo G] Didn't them niggas learn from out there riding with they face down We gon' make this shit bounce off the glass, jus like a chase down I told lil bro, "Handle that" Then he like bet, load up, and spray rounds Wack em on the set, then catch a jet, lil bitch we A-bound Do my Glizzy dance We hit all his friends, what you gon' say now? Drums like a band, like a Drizzy fan, I love that Drake sound Swimming with them sharks, take off his head, we let that K growl Don't get too comfortable up in that water acting like you can't drown Smith and Wesson's spitting back to back like they on 8 Mile Hollows wash his facial, wet his shit up like a face towel Its a war out in the 'Raq so I been buying blicks thru' PayPal I fucked it off in Saks All Amiri from the waist down [Verse 3: YungLiv] Ayy, this hoe on dicks, she know we turnt, she won't do me on my hips Out on the set, with Benji, double cup of coolie got me trippin' All my rivals pissed, I sold my song and bought Glock for them killers We gon' spin 'em, ain't no missin' Fuckin' wit' 'em, hop out, get 'em Smash the opps every chance we getting Bro get up close like build a slop machine and shut 'em hollows in Don't let this music shit confuse you All my niggas known for killin' Go ask them niggas why they couldn't We had cash before the pandemic He gon' run and Glizzy spots gon' be the last thing he remember [Verse 4: Polo G] Put his ass right in the blender Make it cold like it's December But he gon' fall like it's November He a bitch, don't know his gender Turn pussy, Caitlyn Jenner We ain't rookies, been some winners Came a long way from beginners Shoot a video at the opps park, we will let 'em Glocks spark I'm the type to make his top drop, then hit the top charts Doctor said ain't no reviving him, this Ruger stop hearts Don't go tweakin', with lil two turnt'nem, lil boy, that's not smart Spin on shit at anytime, don't care if it's not dark Up North we dogging shit, the police knows it's us when shots bark Up top on Evergreen in Hudson, bitch that's where my block starts The G's flip thru Hill, we blowing shit, might leave his car parked [Verse 5: YungLiv] I fell off and run up them racks, gotta put my hood on the map Thursday, what's two opps? So Friday night, we spin back out the Lex Put on my mask, cut off my jam Slam back the van door, make a mess Before the fame, we stayed on Christian Street, biting more parkment states [Outro: Polo G] Make 'em say ugh, na-na, na-na That chopper rock, his partner drop Lil bitch I'm TTG and we got a lot of opps And I'm from 1300, bae, that's a baller block Bitch