Madden Lyrics – Polo G

Read the full Madden lyrics by Polo G along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Polo G’s music, you can also explore Rent Due and Bars On I-95 Freestyle, two other songs by Polo G.

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Member for new hits, selling raw
I dropped a few bands on a show
Now a young n!gga don’t care what it cost
Swear in my new crib, you get lost
We still gon’ suit up and risk it all
Yeah, we gon’ shoot to kill, knock ’em off
I set a few tens for my dog
I be up still wishing you could call

[Chorus]
Fu*k all the opps, you know I make ’em the maddest
Like a strict teacher, ain’t giving out passes
You better duck when that beam get to tagging
We love the field, they should put us on Madden
Hole in one, we take it solely done
Tryna score like a shot through the basket
Lone drums, we leave yo’ soldiers slum
‘Fore they empty out clips on the pash show (Imminent)

[Verse 1]
In the club, I don’t care if you here with your man
I get high off the X, then I’m gripping on asses
N!ggas’ll die ’bout a b!tch, said it’s four nickel hitting
And turn his afro into ashes
And we can go through a list, all the hoes that we hitting
I swear that my b!tch be the baddest, uh
Beat from the back when I’m bagging, uh
She gon’ throw back like a classic, uh
‘Member I was broke, now I’m back on my ass
And that s*it had me losing my temper
Swerving in Cali’, I come from the rock
Now it’s drop top cruise in the winter
No matter how far I go, like this pain in me

Still be hard to get rid of
No matter how far I go, got the gang with me
B!tch, I’m move with my killers

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Member for new hits, selling raw
I dropped a few bands on a show
Now a young n!gga don’t care what it cost
Swear in my new crib, you get lost
We still gon’ suit up and risk it all
Yeah, we gon’ shoot to kill, knock ’em off
I set a few tens for my dog
I be up still wishing you could call

[Chorus]
Fu*k all the opps, you know I make ’em the maddest
Like a strict teacher, ain’t giving out passes
You better duck when that beam get to tagging
We love the field, they should put us on Madden
Hole in one, we take it solely done
Tryna score like a shot through the basket
Lone drums, we leave yo’ soldiers slum
‘Fore they empty out clips on the pash show (Let ’em)

[Verse 2]
Lead on my hip, I’m ain’t packing a pistol
Don’t make me let my lil’ savages get you
Won’t hesitate when we clapping them pistols
Shots to his face, they gon’ fracture his dental
Send ’em to God with this new Beretta
He letting off shots from the back of the window
Rock for the squad, applying that pressure
I bet he gon’ fold like a Mac or a Kindle
Uh, survive in the trenches
Hustle like 50, might die tryna get it
I know the police be on me ’bout murders
I love that the opps gon’ deny that I’m with it
You better watch who you let in that car
‘Cause he might drop it down, boy, you riding with a witness
Racks to my slot, used to post on the block
But know I ain’t never spent time in the kitchen

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Member for new hits, selling raw
I dropped a few bands on a show
Now a young n!gga don’t care what it cost
Swear in my new crib, you get lost
We still gon’ suit up and risk it all
Yeah, we gon’ shoot to kill, knock ’em off
I set a few tens for my dog
I be up still wishing you could call

[Chorus]
Fu*k all the opps, you know I make ’em the maddest
Like a strict teacher, ain’t giving out passes
You better duck when that beam get to tagging
We love the field, they should put us on Madden
Hole in one, we take it solely done
Tryna score like a shot through the basket
Lone drums, we leave yo’ soldiers slum
‘Fore they empty out clips on the pash show