Lyrics:
like Hokey Pokey
Out the pot I got that OG
Out the lung I am unloading
Smoke is flowing, barbaco-ing
Barbecuing, world is slowing
Getting baked
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
Django
Likened by white powder, John Stamos
Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Been a shooter, you can look it up (look it up,
You've got the Tools
That you need to Survive
Black Man I man I know they made it hard
But were created in the image of oUr God
We got by through
a truce (He gon' want it)
Get the pack and ship it off by the afternoon (By the afternoon)
When I'm out in public bitch I gotta keep a tool (I keep a tool
him he be right under they nose
I can't let 'em notice all my moves
Bought a BMW navy blue
We was ridding four deep my lil brudda had that tool
Ain't no
coffee pot
I might be off my dot
But I want a proper cuppa coffee from a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots (and tin coffee pots)
They're no good to me
If
Well, they don't call me a higher power for nothing
Oh my god, were you stalking me?
No-no, god wasn't stalking you
Eugh
Just light me up
Smokin' pot
cars under
We'll leverage is a tool start from it
If your jewels out weigh you
Then you too far under the debt line
The get by any means necessary
Be
hop the German
Keep it peak cos these opps are lurking
Got my tool and now an opp be hurting
These mad bars having Lincoln burning
I get paid I’m a big
a phone I use
I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools
got me under pressure like the instant pot
But it’s no sweat see your Man’s Not Hot
I can’t stop, never stop
As I sever tops of the double negatives
got me under pressure like the instant pot
But it's no sweat see your Man's Not Hot
I can't stop, never stop
As I sever tops of the double negatives
she like progress
Blowin' hella pot's how I handle stress (Loud)
Talk lots, but her angle's bent
Yeah, she talk lots, but her angle's bent
[Verse 1]
(stretch)
Ride by Georgia Tech with a TEC (TEC)
Prescribing that lean, percs, and Xanax (lean)
Slime nigga, I got shades on my neck (slime, YSL)
I rock
want to rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo
Goin' off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at your ass
So give it up
to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no
Hey yo, let's take it to the street (word up)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessing
Cause I don't give
to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no
irregular
Whip so good Jay had to run it back
Stand in yo hoe from da back got her running back
I got a trap and it dance like its on TicTok
I beat da pot til
Pull up she ask me the fragrance, say Mary Jane by the pound
Goons unruly they rude
Shoot you then lay low in boom, niggas ain't bob with the tool
paguan moving the trap
Coolest of cats tool inna strap
Really good dude but a prolly
Put 2 in ya back moving a pack
Used to a stack only got ghost cause
goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they want to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off
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