No Recruits Lyrics by Polo G
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I don’t bap a lot (Uh-huh), but I’m with Capalot (Uh-huh)
Killin’ shit
Foenem in the, in the, in the, in the ‘yo puttin’ on (Yeah)
Glitches and switches and shit (Uh), on foenem, this shit gettin’ wicked (Uh-huh)
Wakin’ up on Sunday, I wasn’t gettin’ saved
We was wakin’ up on Monday, bondin’ out the cage (You know that)
In the trap full of roaches, bondin’ out from raids
‘Fore I let a nigga kill me, I’ll die from AIDS
Did this shit with ease, like Febreze, walk up and we spray (Let it spray)
God, please, forgive my evil, I pray every day
Like I’m puttin’ my kids to sleep, lil’ nigga play and he lay (He lay)
Keep me a gun on the waist (Waist), up it and point at your face (Face, bah)
Young nigga, feel like I’m Trae (Trae), I score a dub in the A (In the A)
Call up out like say, “Ayy-ayy,” we can pull up anyway (Hello?)
I ain’t never trippin’ about no money, I make like a hundred a day (Swerve)
We can slide up, all bulletproof trucks, or we can pull up with some K’s (Grr)
What we doin’? We not recruitin’ (We not recruitin’, at all)
What the fuck is we doin’? Who the fuck is we shootin’? (Oh)
Whole bunch of Chanel and Marni shit, it look like we lootin’
We ain’t runnin’ out this shit no time soon, we went and bought two of ’em
Niggas be talkin’ all this gang shit, you don’t even really be outside
I’m with the same ones that I came with, we had beef all of our lives
I thought this rap shit was what’s best for us, no more interviews, I’m tired
If we don’t make it out from this fame shit, just tell my mama I tried, uh
Soon as we get a lo’-lo’, they ridin’ four deep in that four-door
Like shots close range, but we’ll pull up on they block and shoot from the logo
I ain’t rockin’ his chain, every since I was new to the game, did all this dolo
Everybody out of options, so they passin’ out when they promise to Polo
SRT, that’s a Challenger, lil’ bro hop out the passenger
I come from the worst of the worst where the lil’ niggas just tryna see who savager
Too Turnt, I’m the ambassador
We hunt for blood like Dracula
Coolin’ with some thugs, I’m happier
Tweakin’ off them drugs, we clappin’ you
And that’s it, make opps call it quits (Yeah)
We like two, three, four, five, six, shit make opps call a blitz
I’m from up North, East Side connects, just pass the ball to Trench
Glock 19 with a switch on the back, it’ll have him fallin’ quick
If he in my lane, I’ll bang like Shaq and I’m too tall to miss
Why they always want everything we got when we took all the risks?
If it’s beef, we don’t diss like rappers, hit niggas all in they shit
Now we rich, nigga, it’s like crackers, cribs all in the Ritz
Uh, for real, uh (For real, for real, for real)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh (For real)
1300, 7900, Essex
I don’t even know how many members all with us
Grr, all we know is grr
American rapper born January 6, 1999, gained fame with “Finer Things” & “Pop Out.” Albums “Die a Legend,” “The Goat,” and “Hall of Fame” charted highly.