Izaya Tiji
Po It
[Intro]
(We might just give him a lil shot)
Pew, pew
(We might just give him a lil shot)
Phew--

[Verse]
We might just give him a lil shot
Just pour me up, po' it (Po' it)
Got them racks? Then show it
Pour me up, I love it
She fuck me up, I love it
Tell me that she love me
I think she off that--
I think she off that thing, this bitch just talkin'
Told her to fuck me, bitch, then walk it
Told her to fuck, bitch fix your posture
Walk out of Neiman, don't care what it cost
That was your bitch, n***a, but you lost her
Fuckin' up my heart, throat keep lockin'
Spin around three times, then get to choppin'
Spin around four times then we take off
I don't got a X, do I look like a cop?
Giving him three bands to do the job
Said you was a hard ass n***a, you soft
Just plugged in, n***a don't call it
I'm with my dawgs, they go roof
I got the plug, he named Paul
Lil' bitch servin' the Wock'
N***as tryna get free sauce
We in the Prada, and n***a gettin' Crocs
Red beam give a n***a pox
We blow your car, you leave in park
Kel-Tec leave him in the dark
[Outro]
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Oh, oh
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