Pot of Gold (1zip) Lyrics

I said the moment my alarm go it’s Rob hoe

Gotta wipe the crust up out my eye n grip the zip I got a night ago

Aight I know but that’s the kinda movie that my life is though

Packed a couple grams into a palm and watch the title scroll

Pot of gold rolled a 3.5 through all my classes I was honor roll

Chunked the deuce to shawty let me smash but I won’t call her though

Bumped into some karma fought the common cold

Crew said what it do let’s hit the stu said patna vaminos

A solemn soul I spit a dissertation shit was abstract

Bake the bread and broke the shit and half and then I passed that

Pull up round the corner where the homies playin madden at

Player 2 was broken niggas hoed me with the mad katz

This the type a shit that I be talking bout told em that’s it’s 21 I’m walkin em' out

But we was past that

Everything is funny till it’s money on the cash app

Dropped another eighth cause obj can’t catch no damn pass

Facts damn shit done blew high I hit the damn stash

Put 2 rotation then forgot what I was mad at

Brodie said to innovate to make it fuck the damn plans

Life a game a poker but the joker get the last laugh

Threw the man some dap and hit the track I had to dash man

Federalies got me rollin slow to duck the dash cams

Homie hit my line n said I heard you got the gas man

We pullin up on hoes I’ll put u on and sent the address

Forreal tho shawty 5’10” n she a nympho

Word round town shawty suck it with her lips closed

Tell the homie lying but you know how niggas get though

Told em I’d pull up but I reserve the right to dip though

Broke down an eighth on the way to the way to the crib

Lost a gram tryna roll a backwood while I steer

Bumpin 25 lighters while I light up the spliff

Tryna keep my mind on form while I swang bumpa grills

Hop out whip head to the venue throw the roach in the bushes

Knocked on the door slid em the eighth and took a look at miss cookie

Won’t speak her features but seen my nigga apologized to me

Started talking while shawty waddling walkin up to me

And she said

I aint know you had gas like this

It ain’t that but i can match like this

You let me hit it baby

then after that well then I think you can get it

I told lil shawty this a percy then I hopped in the whip

Rollin back on 20 I ain’t stoppin for shit

Cause I’m noticing my produce isn’t stocked to the lid

And then my homie told bro just take 7 grams out the zip

I know this shawty makin brownies with the chocolate chips

Knocked on the door up at the addy spot a chocolate chick

She said the banger slanger told me you would stop for a bit

I got the batter and oil but yo it’s all in the fridge

And it’s gone take a bit to bake so come and settle on in

She got to preppin for a second set a timer on her ringer

Stopped to speak about the the moona and the Juna and the springa

Got to rollin sit and spoke about the jokers and the dealers

Said she learned to only focus on the golden and tequila

She Said what you doin for the rest of the night

I hope this eighth gone last the rest of the night

She said the cakes gone have to rest for the night

So baby you can gone and rest for the night

Said I could do this for the rest for my life

But yo this eigth aint finna stretch through the night

Said Baby you can gone and rest for the night

Asked what I’m doin with the rest of my life