Madden (Explicit)
Polo G"Madden (Explicit)" is a song by Polo G, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:44 long and contains 79 lines and 694 words.
Lyrics
0:11Uh uh uh
0:14'Member for new kicks sellin' raw
0:16I dropped a few bands on a show
0:18Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
0:20Swear in my new crib you get lost
0:22We still'll suit up and risk it all
0:24Yeah we gon' shoot to kill knock 'em off
0:25I shed a few tears for my dog
0:27I be up still wishin' you could call
0:29Fuck all the opps know I make 'em the maddest
0:31Like a strict teacher ain't giving out passes
0:33You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
0:35We love the field they should put us on Madden
0:37Hole in one we take his soul he done
0:39Tryna score like a shot through the basket
0:41Loadin' drums we leave your soldiers slumped
0:43Swear they empty out clips with a passion
0:44In the club I don't care if you here with your man
0:46I get high off the X then I'm grippin' on asses
0:48Niggas'll die 'bout a bitch 'til this four nickel hit
0:50And it turn his afro into ashes
0:52And we can go through a list all the hoes that we hittin'
0:54I swear that my bitch be the baddest uh
0:56Beat from the back when I bag it uh
0:58She gon' throw back like a classic uh
1:01'Member I was broke now I'm bad on my ass
1:02And that shit had me losin' my temper
1:04Swervin' in Cali' I come from the 'Raq
1:06Now it's drop top coupes in the winter
1:08No matter how far I go like this pain in me still be hard to get rid of
1:12No matter how far I go got the gang with me bitch I'm move with my killers
1:15'Member for new kicks sellin' raw
1:16I dropped a few bands on a show
1:18Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
1:20Swear in my new crib you get lost
1:22We still'll suit up and risk it all
1:24Yeah we gon' shoot to kill knock 'em off
1:26I shed a few tears for my dog
1:28I be up still wishin' you could call
1:30Fuck all the opps know I make 'em the maddest
1:32Like a strict teacher ain't giving out passes
1:33You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
1:35We love the field they should put us on Madden
1:37Hole in one we take his soul he done
1:39Tryna score like a shot through the basket
1:41Loadin' drums we leave your soldiers slumped
1:43Swear they empty out clips with a passion
1:45Lead on my hip I ain't packin' a pistol
1:47Don't make me let my lil' savages get you
1:49Won't hesitate when we clappin' them pistols
1:50Shots to his face they gon' fracture his dental
1:52Send 'em to God with this new Beretta
1:54He lettin' off shots from the back of the window
1:56Ride for the squad applyin' that pressure
1:58I bet he gon' fold like a Mac or a Kindle
2:00Uh survive in the trenches
2:01Hustle like 50 might die tryna get it
2:03I know the police be on me 'bout murders
2:05I love that the opps gon' deny that I'm with it
2:07You better watch who you let in that car
2:09'Cause he might drop it down boy you ridin' with a witness
2:11Racks to my slot used to post on the block
2:13But no I ain't never spent time in the kitchen
2:15'Member for new kicks sellin' raw
2:17I dropped a few bands on a show
2:18Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
2:21Swear in my new crib you get lost
2:23We still'll suit up and risk it all
2:24Yeah we gon' shoot to kill knock 'em off
2:26I shed a few tears for my dog
2:28I be up still wishin' you could call
2:30Fuck all the opps know I make 'em the maddest
2:32Like a strict teacher ain't giving out passes
2:34You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
2:36We love the field they should put us on Madden
2:38Hole in one we take his soul he done
2:40Tryna score like a shot through the basket
2:42Loadin' drums we leave your soldiers slumped
2:44Swear they empty out clips with a passion
Uh uh uh 'Member for new kicks sellin' raw I dropped a few bands on a show Now that young nigga don't care what it cost Swear in my new crib you get lost We still'll suit up and risk it all Yeah we gon' shoot to kill knock 'em off I shed a few tears for my dog I be up still wishin' you could call Fuck all the opps know I make 'em the maddest Like a strict teacher ain't giving out passes You better duck when that beam get to taggin' We love the field they should put us on Madden Hole in one we take his soul he done Tryna score like a shot through the basket Loadin' drums we leave your soldiers slumped Swear they empty out clips with a passion In the club I don't care if you here with your man I get high off the X then I'm grippin' on asses Niggas'll die 'bout a bitch 'til this four nickel hit And it turn his afro into ashes And we can go through a list all the hoes that we hittin' I swear that my bitch be the baddest uh Beat from the back when I bag it uh She gon' throw back like a classic uh 'Member I was broke now I'm bad on my ass And that shit had me losin' my temper Swervin' in Cali' I come from the 'Raq Now it's drop top coupes 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 bitch I'm move with my killers 'Member for new kicks sellin' raw I dropped a few bands on a show Now that young nigga don't care what it cost Swear in my new crib you get lost We still'll suit up and risk it all Yeah we gon' shoot to kill knock 'em off I shed a few tears for my dog I be up still wishin' you could call Fuck all the opps know I make 'em the maddest Like a strict teacher ain't giving out passes You better duck when that beam get to taggin' We love the field they should put us on Madden Hole in one we take his soul he done Tryna score like a shot through the basket Loadin' drums we leave your soldiers slumped Swear they empty out clips with a passion Lead on my hip I ain't packin' a pistol Don't make me let my lil' savages get you Won't hesitate when we clappin' them pistols Shots to his face they gon' fracture his dental Send 'em to God with this new Beretta He lettin' off shots from the back of the window Ride for the squad applyin' 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 ridin' with a witness Racks to my slot used to post on the block But no I ain't never spent time in the kitchen 'Member for new kicks sellin' raw I dropped a few bands on a show Now that young nigga don't care what it cost Swear in my new crib you get lost We still'll suit up and risk it all Yeah we gon' shoot to kill knock 'em off I shed a few tears for my dog I be up still wishin' you could call Fuck all the opps know I make 'em the maddest Like a strict teacher ain't giving out passes You better duck when that beam get to taggin' We love the field they should put us on Madden Hole in one we take his soul he done Tryna score like a shot through the basket Loadin' drums we leave your soldiers slumped Swear they empty out clips with a passion
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