Get The Pot

Get the pot

I broke and we get the pot

I got some pen yolo

Can we get it washed

Can we cook it up

Can we let it lock

Can we let it drag

Can we get this guap

I thought that I told ya

From young I've been whipping this dinner up

I thought that I told ya

The judge needs to free all my **** up

I thought that I told ya

That none of my **** don't give a fuck

I thought that I told ya

I eat out in central with top straight up

I got some employees on the payroll

Now they'll calling me up for a stage show

They were hopping out on these fuck boys on the main road

And them cats do exactly as I say, bro

I got a young **** in here

With all that chitter chatter

Watch 'em jurors go out and splish and splash 'em

I'm in my trap spot

I mix whip and battle

And if you're talking blows that's a different matter

And these days, bro, I swear to God you can't count on ****

I got some hungry shooters

I'm about to jump a couple ounce on ****

I'm a big back, ride a jeep or she bounce a ****

No rapping, ****

I'm still in raps tryna clap a ****, run GD

And we don't squash beef that's knee deep

My young fool riding 'round with

That broomstick

And a street sweep that's no lie

And big man

You've been in the trap since like '05

And right now it's '016

And in your track you got no time

Get the pot

Ah, bro, can we get the pot

I got some pen yolo

Can we get it washed

Can we cook it up

Can we let it lock

Can we let it drag

Can we get this guap

I thought that I told ya

From young I've been whipping this dinner up

I thought that I told ya

The judge needs to free all my **** up

I thought that I told ya

That none of my **** don't give a fuck

I thought that I told ya

I eat out in central with top straight up

And I'm riding around with little Roo

Just came home

They talk about racks and tired then

I'm on high road drinking lemonade

And my shoe bought cherry ade

Can we celebrate

We taking risks

And if we ain't spending racks then we taping strips

I got it hard and I got it soft

You can take your pick

And if my shoes don't then my jewels

Is guaranteed to take your bitch

Shot them trap stars, kill them scammer ****

Just make me sick

They cheating it

And every week I'm on an op block moving devious

Shot my **** Mitch

New in town, steady squeezing it

When it comes to my phone, bro

I can't lie I'm a fiend for it

You came  in the game

Dancing and singing you're an idiot

That's on one of these

I used to have to go to school in some wallabee's

I was 12 when I learned I could turn them into kickers

From a robbery

Bro, life's mad

I was 15 with a wack tat

And mom see she didn't like that

So I had to go stay with my right hand

Get the pot

Ah, bro, can we get the pot

I got some pen yolo

Can we get it washed

Can we cook it up

Can we let it lock

Can we let it drag

Can we get this guap

I thought that I told ya

From young I've been whipping this dinner up

I thought that I told ya

The judge needs to free all my **** up

I thought that I told ya

That none of my **** don't give a fuck

I thought that I told ya

I eat out in central with top straight up