Polo G – ON FYE (Original)

Polo G – ON FYE (Original) Lyrics

Artist: Polo G
Song: ON FYE (Original)

Uh, uh
Uh, uh
It’s Rich Youngin, b*t*h
Coast 41, n***a (Hollo)

Stupid #ss n***a (Ayy, Hollo, turn me up), f**k, ha, uh
She wan’ see how I live, so I’ma show her
B*t*h, I got the bag like I’m a grower
The clip extended, you know it’s showin’

I just popped some Perkys, you know I’m rollin’ (I’m rollin’)
Mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin’ (Keep me goin’)
Big Glock on my hip while I perform (Boom)
My n***as slide on your strip with them heaters on (Come here)

Stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (Uh)
Hot, b*t*h, I’m on fire
I’ma run this sh*t all the way up ’til I die (Cash)
Play with me, he better not try to (Uh)

Or you came to get hit with that fire (Yeah)
We deep like 300, Spartan (Yeah)
Spark sh*t like the Fourth of July, uh
Young n***a came from the apartment (On gang)

I was broke, but still had the glick on my side (I swear)
A n***a keep slippin’, get hit on my side
Try to spin on my side and we flippin’ the ride, uh (No cap)
He say he bustin’, he lyin’, he high

He a b*t*h, ain’t never slung iron (What the f**k?)
I won’t open my mouth, I’ma open fire (Boom)
Want smoke with us, commit suicide (b*t*h)
Put d**k down her throat, tell her, “Open wide” (Uh)

She a eater, the ho tryna chew the guys
I bang red, but I’m blue inside
Why you say that? Uh, my heart cold (Ice)
I’m ’bout my chicken like Roscoe’s (f**k)

Pressure on, they be tuckin’ they taco (Where you at?)
Marathon, I ran them racks up (Okay)
I’m f**kin’ that b*t*h with my strap and my ice on
Big slime, 4X a python

This n***a touch me and we slidin’ all night long (Ha)
She wanna see how I live so I’ma show her
B*t*h, I got the bag like I’m a grower
The clip extended, you know it’s showin’

I just popped some Perkys, you know I’m rollin’ (I’m rollin’)
Mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin’ (Keep me goin’)
Big Glock on my hip while I perform (Boom)
My n***as slide on your strip with them heaters on (Come here)

Stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (Uh)
Stuck in the trenches, got boosted in my hunger (b*t*h)
My big time, I’m rich youngin’ like Stunna
F**k a million new hoes every summer

Cougar b*t*h, she don’t care that I’m younger
Hit her once, then I’m blockin’ her number
B*t*h, my shooters ain’t lettin’ off jumpers
They ain’t playin’, they puttin’ you under

See, we tryna score like the Thunder (b*t*h)
In that field, we was young and rebellious
Can’t let that pressure get too overwhelmin’
Hit with that Glock, rock him out like I’m Elvis

Forty bullets gon’ knock off his helmet
Dump on a n***a like Ron at the [?]
Glizzy ringin’ this b*t*h, call it FaceTime
[?] on a b*t*h and her feelings are [?] down

Hittin’ this ho with a .40, we gon’ let it slide
She wanna see how I live so I’ma show her
B*t*h, I got the bag like I’m a grower
The clip extended, you know it’s showin’

I just popped some Perkys, you know I’m rollin’ (I’m rollin’)
Mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin’ (Keep me goin’)
Big Glock on my hip while I perform (Boom)
My n***as slide on your strip with them heaters on (Come here)

Stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (Uh)
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Polo G Lyrics – ON FYE (Original)

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From the album:
F9: The Fast Saga (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021