Meek Mill - Polo & Shell Tops lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Polo & Shell Tops lyrics]
Yeah, yeah i remember
I remember nights I used to sell rock
Posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket to a cell block
Just to get some Polo and some shell tops
Cold world and they say hell's hot
But it ain't hotter than that
Choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that block
And get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I
Was back by twelve o'clock
Tryna get it, Dickies on and my fitted
Gun in my draws, ducking the law
I'm all with it money, cars and clothes
I wanted 'em all nigga
I never was good at hoopin'
I wanted to ball nigga
Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese
Coppers lock me
Beat me down like I was Cochise
Old fiends coppin' work through
Their old dreams they got shattered
It ain't matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas serving niggas moms just
To make a flip
Homies murder other homies just
To make a brick
Most my niggas done got busted
Tryna take a hit
The feds were lurking, we was serving
They was taking flicks
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot
Before they could rumble cops rushing
They gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better
Hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and
Start to use dope
I used to load my gun before
I went to school first
It's crazy niggas wanna kill me
We was cool first
And when it comes to friends you
Can't let 'em too close
That's why they call 'em close friends
You turn your back they move first
And I just bought a new Ghost
And a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla
Running from the law, scuffing up my Pradas
Crack all in my draws, tryna make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and
Some Polo for my closet, awhhh
Drug money, turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that'll
Take a slug for me no matter what it is
I'ma pay that bail money
To get my niggas right, my niggas for life!
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot
Before they could rumble cops rushing
They gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better
Hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
I remember nights I used to sell rock
Posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket to a cell block
Just to get some Polo and some shell tops
Cold world and they say hell's hot
But it ain't hotter than that
Choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that block
And get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I
Was back by twelve o'clock
Tryna get it, Dickies on and my fitted
Gun in my draws, ducking the law
I'm all with it money, cars and clothes
I wanted 'em all nigga
I never was good at hoopin'
I wanted to ball nigga
Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese
Coppers lock me
Beat me down like I was Cochise
Old fiends coppin' work through
Their old dreams they got shattered
It ain't matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas serving niggas moms just
To make a flip
Homies murder other homies just
To make a brick
Most my niggas done got busted
Tryna take a hit
The feds were lurking, we was serving
They was taking flicks
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot
Before they could rumble cops rushing
They gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better
Hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and
Start to use dope
I used to load my gun before
I went to school first
It's crazy niggas wanna kill me
We was cool first
And when it comes to friends you
Can't let 'em too close
That's why they call 'em close friends
You turn your back they move first
And I just bought a new Ghost
And a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla
Running from the law, scuffing up my Pradas
Crack all in my draws, tryna make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and
Some Polo for my closet, awhhh
Drug money, turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that'll
Take a slug for me no matter what it is
I'ma pay that bail money
To get my niggas right, my niggas for life!
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot
Before they could rumble cops rushing
They gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better
Hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops