POTSTICKERS Lyrics

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I just popped off now I'm ruthless I go insane

Ho bitch fuck your bankroll I'm slimy

Some say I'm grimy, that's just my life

Tho it's hectic

Bitch don't set trip I snatch yo neckless

I'm psycho, I drain yo fico go check your score, bitch

Who is you? I don't have a clue

That bitch my buggaboo, I'm a lover too

And a thugger too, she give a tugger too

Forty matte black with a big stick

She want big dick, lame-o

Swallow drain-o, I'm like sheesh

Ayy, woke up today and I felt like a beast

It's never an effort, I'm giving the least

I'm tired of hearing you've been in the streets

If you forty years old and still live on the lease

Nigga ain't had no assets now he sitting down where his ass at

Niigga better, hope he got life insurance

His Kids better call Affleck

If you look at my brain, I promise I'm sick

Only thing on my mind is a Glock with a switch

A grave with a plot, I shovel a ditch

I'm leaving you there, I ain't taking a risk

I ain't come to play no games

Bitch, I need the letters like Romaine

Bullets ball head and need Rogaine

And I always knew you was a ho, mainnn

I just put my blicky on the dresser

Ayy, 30 and it came with a suppressor

Ayy, these niggas be some artificial steppers

Let the blicky hit, I'm moving fresh and reckless

Ayy, drop this top now, he a cool

Ayy, she gon' slurp me up just like some soup

Ayy, she just blew my top, I got no roof

These niggas thought I couldn't rap, but here's the proof

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