"Po'ed Up" lyrics
From the dirt, but I'm the flower that rose, nigga
Huh
I'm still poed up, nigga
Put ya hoe up, nigga
I drop this shit
They texting Twizzy like, "Hol' up, Jigga"
I grew up quicker than any nigga
Couldn't hold my liquor
And ya bitch got Sam Cooked
I fucked her down by the—okay, look
Down by the road, she gon' do what she told
Told her I learned from an alien
Turn around and get probed
She said she feel it in her stomach
Dick gon' come out her nose — okay, I suppose
Get done, then she put back on her clothes
I'm back in that mode
From the dirt, but I'm the flower that rose
With power, it shows
Gas smokes, like it came off the stove
I live by the code, bitch die by the code
This ice on my neck too cold
It should've came with a coat
I'm freezing, baby
Anemic, baby
Pour the cup I drink it, baby
Honey pack, go freaky, baby
Back of the Lincoln, don't tease me, lady
Package illegal, like stolen cable
Load up the MPs, Glocks, and lasers
Nigga ain't seeing me, never been able
Pour up a Sprite and rip off the label — still
Poed up, nigga
Put ya hoe up, nigga
I drop this shit
They texting Twizzy like, "Hol' up, Jigga"
I grew up quicker than any nigga
Couldn't hold my liquor
And ya bitch got Sam Cooked
I fucked her down by the—okay, look
Out on the road, she throw ass 'round the globe
I spin that bitch and wherever her finger lands, we goes
Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' monster in gold
Got tired of just lookin' famous, had to switch up the goals
Okay, so here it goes — I'm here to pack up you trolls
Line 'em up, yeah, everyone will get fold
Swear everyone could get showed that I'm not playin', nor crackin' a joke
Like, "Knock knock, we at your door" — pop up on 'em like toast, still!
Poed up, nigga
Put ya hoe up, nigga
I drop this shit
They texting Twizzy like, "Hol' up, Jigga"
I grew up quicker than any nigga
Couldn't hold my liquor
And ya bitch got Sam Cooked
I fucked her down by the—okay, look
Down by the road, she gon' do what she told
Told her I learned from an alien
Turn around and get probed
She said she feel it in her stomach
Dick gon' come out her nose — okay, I suppose
Get done, then she put back on her clothes
I'm back in that mode
From the dirt, but I'm the flower that rose
With power, it shows
Gas smokes, like it came off the stove
I live by the code, bitch die by the code
This ice on my neck too cold
It should've came with a coat
I'm freezing, baby
Anemic, baby
Pour the cup — don't leave me, baby
Honey pack, go freaky, baby
Back of the Lincoln, don't tease me, lady
Package illegal, like stolen cable
Load up the MPs, Glocks, and lasers
Nigga ain't seeing me, never been able
Pour up a Sprite and rip off the label, bitch
Huh
I'm still poed up, nigga
Put ya hoe up, nigga
I drop this shit
They texting Twizzy like, "Hol' up, Jigga"
I grew up quicker than any nigga
Couldn't hold my liquor
And ya bitch got Sam Cooked
I fucked her down by the—okay, look
Down by the road, she gon' do what she told
Told her I learned from an alien
Turn around and get probed
She said she feel it in her stomach
Dick gon' come out her nose — okay, I suppose
Get done, then she put back on her clothes
I'm back in that mode
From the dirt, but I'm the flower that rose
With power, it shows
Gas smokes, like it came off the stove
I live by the code, bitch die by the code
This ice on my neck too cold
It should've came with a coat
I'm freezing, baby
Anemic, baby
Pour the cup I drink it, baby
Honey pack, go freaky, baby
Back of the Lincoln, don't tease me, lady
Package illegal, like stolen cable
Load up the MPs, Glocks, and lasers
Nigga ain't seeing me, never been able
Pour up a Sprite and rip off the label — still
Poed up, nigga
Put ya hoe up, nigga
I drop this shit
They texting Twizzy like, "Hol' up, Jigga"
I grew up quicker than any nigga
Couldn't hold my liquor
And ya bitch got Sam Cooked
I fucked her down by the—okay, look
Out on the road, she throw ass 'round the globe
I spin that bitch and wherever her finger lands, we goes
Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' monster in gold
Got tired of just lookin' famous, had to switch up the goals
Okay, so here it goes — I'm here to pack up you trolls
Line 'em up, yeah, everyone will get fold
Swear everyone could get showed that I'm not playin', nor crackin' a joke
Like, "Knock knock, we at your door" — pop up on 'em like toast, still!
Poed up, nigga
Put ya hoe up, nigga
I drop this shit
They texting Twizzy like, "Hol' up, Jigga"
I grew up quicker than any nigga
Couldn't hold my liquor
And ya bitch got Sam Cooked
I fucked her down by the—okay, look
Down by the road, she gon' do what she told
Told her I learned from an alien
Turn around and get probed
She said she feel it in her stomach
Dick gon' come out her nose — okay, I suppose
Get done, then she put back on her clothes
I'm back in that mode
From the dirt, but I'm the flower that rose
With power, it shows
Gas smokes, like it came off the stove
I live by the code, bitch die by the code
This ice on my neck too cold
It should've came with a coat
I'm freezing, baby
Anemic, baby
Pour the cup — don't leave me, baby
Honey pack, go freaky, baby
Back of the Lincoln, don't tease me, lady
Package illegal, like stolen cable
Load up the MPs, Glocks, and lasers
Nigga ain't seeing me, never been able
Pour up a Sprite and rip off the label, bitch
