Pot Roast Lyrics

Man I feel like Fulcrum, faded than a hoe

Flexing all your bands, I keep mine on the low

They don't need to know, but my cash flow

She gon' gimme throat like Ash Kash she the goat

Every time I hear my own beats I just float

Get up in her water I be jumping off the boat

Smoking on some pot, not no roast

Swear I'm too sick, yeah I'm gross

I got these hoes jumping out they clothes

Pouring up with gang, make a toast

Hop up on the dick, she gon' pose

Shawty she gon' do what she 'posed to

I keep bands on me, yeah they close dude

Got yo hoe on my dick, cause she chose on you

Pockets in the NHL, St. Louis Blues

If you is my enemy we can not make a truce

Shawty got that Pink she gon' break it off like Pantheress

I'm up in her walls, ay I'm stuck up in her labrynth

Get that lil bitch wet, yeah I feel like Percy Jackson

Got no competition, yeah you know that I be waxing

Yah, Imma mop up the floor with that pussy boy

Clear the racks on the store, but I'm not employed

Spend these racks when I want, man it bring me joy

Got my shawty shaking ass, yeah she look like Coi

Pour up in the Baja blast, man I'm turning up

Funny when you going up, they gon' show you love

Yeah these hoes be switching up, like some fucking scrubs

Man I feel like Fulcrum, faded than a hoe

Flexing all your bands, I keep mine on the low

They don't need to know, but my cash flow

She gon' gimme throat like Ash Kash she the goat

Every time I hear my own beats I just float

Get up in her water I be jumping off the boat

Smoking on some pot, not no roast

Swear I'm too sick, yeah I'm gross

I got these hoes jumping out they clothes

Pouring up with gang, make a toast

Hop up on the dick, she gon' pose

Shawty she gon' do what she 'posed to

I keep bands on me, yeah they close dude

Got yo hoe on my dick, cause she chose on you

Pockets in the NHL, St. Louis Blues

If you is my enemy we can not make a truce