Letra de Pose

[Hook: Yatta]
Bust a hole in his shit
Leave some holes in your whip
You niggas ain’t eatin’ it’s a hole in your lip
Let the feds find this load they prolly pose wit the shit
My pops money im lil’ money
Got a nose for this shit
[X2]


[Verse 1: Yatta]
Niggas ain’t kill shit
Nigga pipe down
Claimin’ shit you ain’t did, got him knocked down
Police search the school house, had to drop out
If you was in my shoes you’d prolly cop out
Hop out, bodies drop everytime we pop out
Loud mouth, talking shit that you is really not bout
Where was dude, the homies knocking on the door locked out
The homie told on the homie came in the bullpen got socked out
Bitch pay me, bitch pay me bring the guap out
Lane changin’, wit an asian getting topped out
Chain swangin’, we misplace em and not found
It ain’t gravy, it’s the navy bring them chops out

[Hook X2]


[Verse 2: Gval]
I got a nose for this shit, you exposin’ the hit
Tellin hoes about the lick, aye fosho you gon’ snitch
He bought a strap for 1K just to pose wit the shit
Taking pictures on the gram wit no shells in his shit
I need 3 bands, 3 bands for me to pop out
Big bands, big bands bring yo crop out
Move it in, move it out, we don’t see a drought
Real hectic, we got cameras when we backin out
He got cash, he get work, yea he bring it out
Hit my zone, don’t hit my phone, we don’t talk alot
Sayin names will get you kilt
Its the same game, same world, different hood, its the same thing

[Hook X2]