Boldy James, The Cool Kids, Shorty K - Polansky lyrics

I'm locked in
The pot bubbling, I'm back in trouble again
My uncle with the gray stubble on his chin
Mixing up that pot tryna triple up his yen
Triple up the speed then he did the dividends

I'm out front in a double Benz
Blending in, all black tint, keeping it dim
Eyes checking for the rear view
Boldy hit my phone like
"Short, what's on the menu?"
Did Mikey bring that ten through?

Plug hit me back
"You get that box that I just sent through?"
Spot right off of Kendall
Serving out the side window
On the block
Late at night, pitching dimes of that brindle
Niggas' pops getting swiped
Niggas' lines getting swindled

It's Butter Baby
Got the trap spot stocked as hell
Keef worth a residue on the floor
If you mop it well

I'm rocking vintage Lagerfeld
It ain't hard to tell
Me and Asriel want all the
Blues like I'm Gargamel

Gotta show me the bag before
We start the deal
Run them blue strips through the counter
It's doing cartwheels

Down with the cartel from Harlow to Archdale
I'm Marlo
I'm Stanfield, I'm Avon, I'm Barksdale
On Hartwell with them
[?] jar sale
Double R
With the new car smell, looking like a Starfield