potiøn Lyrics

She wanna talk on the phone

12 look at me what's that purpley shit in your foam

I got this big ass chopper its ready to blow

His bitch she with me, yeah

Had to crack her and tell her to go, yeah

I'm getting rich, you getting mad

He talking shit we gone blow at his ass

They look at my crystals like boy what is that?

I'm sonning these niggas I should be your dad

Finessing these niggas I go get a bag

I'm in that vette and i'm going too fast

Digital shit on my d-d-d-dash

With your bitch and she shaking that

Nah i'm just playing but your bitch a fan

Boy I got choppers but not on the gram

Spray at the oppers while we in the van

Too many drums feel like we in a band

Don't worry bout what i'm accomplishing man

You act like you rich you got negative bands

And i'm with your bitch she gave neck in a Benz

If she was with you why she texting me then?

I'm with my big dog nigga like Beethoven

We finna cook him, like easy bake oven

She think she riding with me but she ain't coming

Had that bitch pull out my dick and she ate on it

We got choppas

Self-defense they try to mop us

It's self defense if they try to mop us

Don't fuck with you cause you fuck with the coppers

And i'll shoot at you if you try to stop us

And don't run up on me I keep me a glock tucked

She wanna talk on the phone

12 look at me what's that purpley shit in your foam

I got this big ass chopper its ready to blow

His bitch she with me, yeah

Had to crack her and tell her to go, yeah

She wanna talk on the phone

12 look at me what's that purpley shit in your foam

I got this big ass chopper its ready to blow

His bitch she with me, yeah

Had to crack her and tell her to go, yeah