Too many poles Lyrics – Ken Carson

[Intro]
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
That’s that ganja, too much smoke (Yeah, yeah)
We got guns, too many poles (Yeah, yeah)
We got guns, too many poles (We got it, we got it)
Too many poles (We got, yeah)
We got guns, too many poles (We got, yeah)
We got guns, huh, too many poles (We got it, we got it)
Huh, too many poles (We got it, we got it)
Huh, too many poles, yeah-yeah (We got it, we got it, yeah)

[Verse]
This stick ain’t got no switch, but the glizz like one (Brrt, brrt)
He hate on a rockstar ’cause his b!tch like one (What the fu*k?)
Told you I wasn’t fu*king with ya, I ain’t acting like nothing (What the fu*k?)
‘Boutta shoot s*it out before I shoot the one (Yeah, yeah)
Tried to kick the b!tch out, but she wasn’t going for it (Get the fu*k out)
Dug in my pants, she tryna see my sword (B!tch, get the fu*k out)
Sang to her all the time, she think that I’ma poet (Yeah, yeah)
I got too much flav’, I know she know it, yeah
I got too much flav’, I know she know it (I know she know)
And I keep that fye like an asteroid (When I’m on go)
Can’t see my fye, don’t even ask me for it (B!tch, I’m on go)
Can’t even lie, I’m high, I’m doing s*it
Ready for war, we got too many blicks (We got too many, yeah, yeah)
Aim my d!ck at her face, I cannot miss (Yeah, yeah)
She never met a n!gga with taste like this (Yeah, yeah)
Kept the shades on when we fu*k, now she sitting with my kids (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t take the shoes, fu*k the b!tch in my Chrome Heart Ricks, yeah
She ain’t take her shoes off, I guess we swag fu*king, yeah
Copped you a new coupe, took you out that pluck, pluck it (Yeah, yeah)
Now I got the recipe, but I’m not a crab of Krusty (Yeah, yeah)
Them n!ggas broke, go to the Chum Bucket (Yeah, yeah)
Them n!ggas broke, they Weenie Hut Jr (Yeah, yeah)
Mad at my b!tch ’cause I ain’t meet her sooner (Yeah, yeah)

Come suck this d!ck, no, I’m not a gooner, yeah