Before I Put It In I Smack Her Lyrics

Song Info: Before I Put It In I Smack Her Lyrics. The song is sung by Polo G and the song name is Neva Cared (Remix).

Before I Put It In I Smack Her Lyrics

[Verse]
Before I put it in, I smack her a$$ (Smack it)
Pull out my iFeezy, hit record, turn on the flash (Haha)
We gon’ make a movie like Ray J and Kim Kardash’ (Bitch)
Put her on the block list, that’s if that pu$$y trash (Bitch)
I’m Polo G, stressing who? It ain’t a bit©h that I can’t smash (Smash)
Prolly fu©ked her too, it ain’t a bit©h that I ain’t had (Flex)
Man, this $hit is nothing, you the type to hit and brag
Run yo’ mouth too much, I’m starting to think you [email protected] fags (Fags)
Hard for me to slow down, I got used to living fast
Bitch, I love the gang, on granny, I’lla give them boys my last (Gang, gang, gang)
Only be with shootas, you can’t hang if you don’t blast
Please don’t try me like DeJ Loaf, I put them killers on yo’ a$$ (Boom, boom)
Always shouting out my block ’cause, bit©h, that’s where I started
Ahead of my class, yeah, I always been the smartest (Bitch)
Ain’t no competition even though they try they hardest
I know they be hating, but I’m in my bag regardless (Flex)
Give this $hit a year or two, let’s see who get the farthest
Don’t play in these streets before you turn into a target (Boom, boom, boom)
You could think you crazy but my shorties get retarded
If I call up CCB, they scoring like they can’t be guarded, bit©h
That AR be shooting, I call it G-Unit ’cause you know that bit©h stay with .50
Hair-trigger, just tap it, don’t pull it, ain’t saving no bullets, I shoot ’til it’s empty
Like a yoga trainer, we be stretching $hit
We come through with the TEC’s, sendin’ messages
Ain’t no talk it out, police chalk him out, only way that we think we can settle $hit
Had to cancel my old bit©h, she was choosing, I ain’t tripping, I’on miss her ’cause a thot gon’ be a thot (Haha)
Niggas from the other side dissing my homies, I ain’t tripping, just gon’ kill him ’cause a opp gon’ be a opp (Bitch)
Fuck that Wawa $hit, we don’t social beef, we grab Glocks
Spot News make reports when we speeding past blocks (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitch, it’s nighttime, so we bringing out them red dots
Got a long nose nine and this bit©h don’t blow out snot
Feel like Jordan vs. Utah, I’m deadly with that last shot (Bitch)
Back to poking [email protected], if I lose everything that I got
You keep flicking up with them rolls then we might have to enter yo’ slot
Put that barrel on yo’ head, take yo’ new chain and yo watch (Pussy)
I been T’d since I got that news my homie dead
Caught yo homie lacking- (Bop, knocked off his dread)
Just for satisfaction, we’ll come take off a [email protected] head (Haha)
Hollows like a deadly virus, bodies drop when that $hit spread
Explode in his flesh, make a mess, get ripped to shreds
Show no mercy for the enemy, nobody getting spared
Man, you [email protected] bit©hes, why the fu©k would I be scared?
Thirty shots up in my bomb, my momma told me, “Be prepared” (Ooh)
Heard the streets been talking, I know what they said
Capalot been gridin’, shorty gon’ get to that bread (Flex, flex)
Ballin’ like I’m Bryant, no, not Kobe, bit©h, Lil’ Ed (Bitch)
See, you could stay on the sideline, I’ma run it up instead, ayy, uh
I’ma run it up instead
See, you could stay on the sideline, I’ma run it up instead, bit©h
[Outro]
Lil Capalot in this bit©h man
Y’all know what the fu©k goin’ on, man
Long live twin ‘nem, 1300 twin ‘nem gang, man
TimTim gang $hit, man
You already know how the fu©k I’m rockin’, man

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