Lyrics:
the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
don't live by the same code
I'm respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it's straight to the pot
the pot, made it hot then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air, helicopters
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yea a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk
ain't talking Nina's
That nigga he a bitch he ain't even keep his tool
If a nigga ever try me ima send him up to Jesus
Whippin Up Dope in the Pyrex Pot
a bag and a tool ooh
I'm coming with all of the juice you think Imma fall I refuse woo
I gotta have all that I choose the women the water the views yeah
I
wit' it), rock wit' it (rock wit' it)
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it (pot wit' it)
Microwave or we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop
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
kief that I can never ever save
I'm a pot head catch me scraping out my bowl
Smoking resin by my self cause I got nothing else to blaze
I'm a pot head I
Get your paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
Betta not
Get your paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
To much a pepper in she pot
I went up the road
To get some food by miss Rozy"s place O yeah
I stop in To get a little taste
Of what she had cooking
on runnin' with it
Yea I got soul
I was brought up by colored women
Shouts-out to queens that was
Raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside
tools (Ninjas Tools)
My ninjas on go take yo ass to school (Ass to school)
Whip in the pot like a whirlin' pool (Whirlin' pool)
Why you so scrawny
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
(Sosa on the beat)
I don't like lil' bets, I win whole pots
(fff beep, whole pots nigga)
I don't like lil' hoes I get old thots
(old thots bitch)
I
bad cyaa do weh everybody do
Mi guh hunt fi di food mi did affi look
Couldn’t time no pot weh nobody cook
An mi nuh know bout you
But mi nuh know
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
a duo on my own with instant
Classic, old school, Jurassic
That's it, my tool, elastic
Nen powers, I drop bombastic
Chrollo, Hisoka in the track it's
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
(rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake-off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with
Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco
in here, big burn
Gang rules in here, my bitch a souvenir
I keep a tool in there, yeah
I get you angst out
Hunnid gang, get you stretched out
Hop out
cop, it's redundant, you know how we rock
Put situations on lock, got the tool settin' up shop
He left in a box, but he pulled up to the drop
That's how
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