Polo G - Clear My Throat

Really I be chillin', booker still get on some gangster shit
Foenem walk him down, wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Plottin' tryna face the brick, through my hood, we bangin' shit
I can't stop my lil wodies from drillin' so just pray they miss
Fuck the opps slide up to they grave, just to take a piss
Right on Hudson, that's where I was raised, since a fuckin' jit
If that shit don't equal 1300, it ain't makin' sense
We gon' paint yo' shit up, like graffiti, when we spray the nig'