Unapologetic lyrics

[Polo G:]

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, mmm (Southside on the track, yeah)

Uh, uh, uh

Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons

Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic

My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it

Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend

[NLE Choppa:]

I was taught to drop an opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss)

Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (Come get your shit)

Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix

Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (Brr, brr, brr)

Pass the Glock, a give and go, shoot it with me when I blow

At your top, we hit your throat, I call that hangin' from a rope

Niggas know how I be gettin' too wicked, two titties on semis

My glizzies got jimmies, no jammin', knock the jelly out biscuits

Boy, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)

Bitch, you know you lucked up (You know you lucked up)

Caught him out in traffic, hit the car but he duck, duck (Come here, boy)

A goose better get loose

Shooters comin' after you, and all of your troops (All of your troops)

What you gonna do when this fire get to lettin' loose? (When that thing get to lettin' loose, brr)

Lock him in the trunk (In the trunk)

Take the emergency exit off so he can't run (Ayy, he can't run from us)

Doin' donuts, havin' fun (Ayy, havin' fun)

This his last ride before he meet my fuckin' gun, nigga (Come here, come here, brr)

[Polo G:]

Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons

Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic

My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it

Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend

[NLE Choppa:]

I was taught to drop an opp before I go and drop a diss

Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit

Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix

Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (Uh, uh)

[Polo G:]

Dracos, we'll dump him, slump him like he sippin' purple lean

Broski shoot your mans all in his shit to get his hurt redeemed

Knock him off for snitchin', better act like you ain't heard a thing

Better pray you miss that FaceTime when that burner ring

Body bag, zip him up, it's a murder scene

Left him with a tag like he tryna show his Purple jeans

Deep textin' and decoys to the hood, we servin' certain fiends

I know the feds listenin', tryna figure out what my verses mean

Out the window, dreads shakin', trappin', duckin' fed cases

Dough boy, I was bread chasin', pocket full of dead faces

I'm best friends with Ben Franklin, addies got my head racin'

Problems got me med takin', models in my bed naked

Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons

Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic

My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it

Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend

[NLE Choppa:]

I was taught to drop an opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss)

Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (Come get your shit)

Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix

Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (Brr, brr)

• Artist:Polo G
• Album:Hall of Fame 2.0 (2021)