Potty Mouth ft. HunnidBall, Swayshon, Que Money & Deanoboyyoucrazy Lyrics

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that

I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax

Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max

Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth

Big Poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher

Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself

Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell

Drunk off that Paul, bitch, you know that I'm groovin'

I'm off of a bean, ooh, you know I'm pursuin'

Ain't no one like me, but care how I'm movin'

The way that I talk, bitches love how I do it

Do it, she steady choosin' the way I fuck her so good

She be comin' through and gettin' dicked down

Plenty rounds, she nasty, way, she always make sounds

She only with me cause she see me in my lane now

Hey now, wait, just watch how I bang out

Where was you at, shit, you all in my face now

Askin' these questions, informants, you stay round

Ain't do no talkin', I'm callin' my fade out

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that

I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax

Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max

Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth

Big poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher

Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself

Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell

She was down to fuck, I'm the type to push my luck

If rap don't work, then we back to sellin' drugs

Remember them days when they'd never showed me love

Gary Payton, with your bitch, I had to wear a glove

I ain't worried bout relationships, I need my money

I hit the game winner like my name Robert Horry

I'm in this girl house everyday like I'm Cory

She my bottom bitch, she just bring me back the money

Whoa, need another bitch like I'm Deano

I'm up late night, but this ain't Jay Leno

She was livin' in Sac, now she strippin' out Reno

Cashin' out the checks, boy, you know I got the cheat code

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that

I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax

Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max

Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth

Big Poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher

Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself

Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell

I'm not a playboy, but I need a Cardi

Fuck a Jag, I'ma pull up in a Rari

Bad bitch, and she ride me like a Harley

Shootin' movies in Sac, Rob Marley

Caught him lackin' on live, iCarly

My white boy wanna beam, it makes him gnarly

I'm gettin' money, I'm not comin' to your party

Bruh, still makin' music, bitch, you sorry

Yeah, you really suck

I'm done playin' with you niggas, y'all ran out of luck

I need a Rari, but I also need a Bentley truck

Stand up like I'm Chris with my heater tucked

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that

I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax

Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max

Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth

Big Poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher

Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself

Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell

Ooo wee, goddamn

You already know, gettin' money the plan

Like Swayshon said, you bitches all been a fan

Young TiLT made the beat, so you know it's gon' cram

If you need some money, hit Que and follow his steps

Cause we all about the green like we play for the Jets

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' it now

Bitch, I'm a king, so you gotta bow down

She said, Deano, you it, but not the clown

Music Like Verizon, lil bitch, you hear me now

Been quiet for way too long, gotta show out

Fuck with the real, you squares gotta move around, lil hoe

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that

I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax

Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max

Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth

Big Poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher

Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself

Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell