Lyrics Be Polite - Tion Wayne , D-Block Europe

Yeah, straight Henny, no ice
Fuck good, take flight
Send a shooter on a bike
Buy bricks, chop white
I'll take you anywhere you like
'Member your manners, be polite
It's me and you just for the night
Can do whatever you decide

Yeah, keys, keys, keys
To the yard, to the cars, to the trap spot
I make you freeze, freeze, freeze
When I back my mash like a jackbox (yeah, yeah)

Wanna get even but they ain't got the fundin'
My nigga bought a new joint, it's soundin' like some thunder
Play with somethin' safe, got niggas that put you under
The way she spit and suck on it, can tell she got some hunger

I'm gang-gang straight to the core, ma
Bando baby 29, I run my corner
Had to calm down and think about my daughter
This the realest nigga story, I'm the author

Yeah, straight Henny, no ice
Fuck good, take flight
Send a shooter on a bike
Buy bricks, chop white
I'll take you anywhere you like
'Member your manners, be polite
It's me and you just for the night
Can do whatever you decide

Yeah, I know that it's hard for her
So, I'm pullin' out these cars with the roof in the stars
In the trench where it's hard to trust (ya dig?)
Since I stopped pourin' mud in a room full of niggas and I'm sure
Told my nigga, "It don't matter where we are"
Bring this tray everywhere when I'm steppin', it's a must (it's a must)
Figured out what it is, it ain't love (ain't love)
Figured out I don't need a fake hug

Yeah, straight Henny, no ice
Fuck good, take flight
Send a shooter on a bike
Buy bricks, chop white
I'll take you anywhere you like
'Member your manners, be polite
It's me and you just for the night
Can do whatever you decide (T Wayne from the...)

I just copped the skeleton AP, sorry if I brag a lot
Yeah, but I used to never have a lot
Young and left the poor life
Carti with me and the Glock
Ever touch the .9, bust, boom, bang, affi drop (boom)

Bang, broke figures had me figurin'
Damn, now this a picture I was picturin' (yeah)
Used to have a landlord, we were always bickerin' (facts)
Now my mansion (yeah), magnificent (come on)

Click, clack, the richest riff raff (uh-huh)
Just love the chitchat, just take his wig back
My babes know my mad past, we can't step alone (yeah)
So date nights, we be flyin' Rome (Italy)
Although we rich now, I can't even leave yet
T, come on, spin 'round, slap a couple eediats
Wizzy so 9 (so 9), uh-huh
You would think I miss crime (brrt)

Straight Henny, no ice
Fuck good, take flight
Send a shooter on a bike
Buy bricks, chop white
I'll take you anywhere you like
'Member your manners, be polite
It's me and you just for the night
Can do whatever you decide