Pot Lyrics

I got my hand in the pot

He tried to one up on me but i already peeped so i sent him to rot

Come take a look at my demeanor

Watch how i pop

I got a purpose so why would i stop

See all the serpents i look in they eye

If you play with my paper you playing with fire

If i'm losing my temper i gotta get high

I won't stress 'bout a bitch now it's making her cry

I'm with love with this money i'm tie'ing the knot

So many blue notes that cover my floor it turn to a pile

And we four deep in a four door

I rock a fit but no photos

Making her eat 'round my waist

That's a low blow

Don't start to move the wrong way

I go loco

You ain't my speed we can't kick it

I put some racks on his head on his fitted

We clean 'em up no windex

Cut that hoe cause she acting too kiddish

Put on some pressure they panic

I'm 'bout my business what happened

Wok in my cup this not brandy

Nun of my dreams are outlandish

Pass me the rock ima catch it

Ball out the gym like i'm Jordan not Paxson

Smooth criminal like i'm Jackson

I hit 120 in seconds i'm dashing

I'll take an upper to stay up for days

Fuck an oxy

I do this shit by myself

I don't need no praise

No paparazzi

I got my hand in the pot

He tried to one up on me but i already peeped so i sent him to rot

Come take a look at my demeanor

Watch how i pop

I got a purpose so why would i stop

See all the serpents i look in they eye

If you play with my paper you playing with fire

If i'm losing my temper i gotta get high