Izaya Tiji
Pots And Pans Freestyle
[Intro]
(Mingo, haha)
[Chorus]
He wan' shoot shit, he'll get shot down
Ridin' with them pots out (Lets go, lets go)
N***a could get cut down
Real runners, n***a, touchdown
Oh he ain't die? n***a lucked out
Tell that bitch, "Get the fuck out"
We in Beni's eatin' kung pao
And my n***as sell that bag; pound
And these Choppa bullets way louder
We might empty out a leg on 'em
Clip long like a pencil, boy we might just take a test on
Put a fuckin' stack on 'em
Put a fuckin' check on 'em
Then empty out that bitch then with my n***a do that dance on 'em
[Verse 1]
Oh you hot now? Hot now
Oh you with a lot now?
Ridin' with that top down
They don't wanna bust down (Lets go, lеts go)
Could go get a bust-down
Could go flip a bus now
Fin' go pop a bus now
Think my pockets fucked now (Think my pockеts fucked now)
Pockets thick as fuck now
Leave a n***a stuck now
What the fuck he talkin' bout? Might make the XD jump now (XD jump)
N***a lame as fuck, he wearin' khakis and some Chuck's now
Lets just buy her up, this shit almost get him shook now
Makin' money, money, money, and these n***as with no hoes
Do not let me pop no Perc', no n***a, might get profiled (Lets go, lets go)
KanKan in yo' profile, we might do yo' lil ass old style
Pop you with them toes out
We got sticks, like it's Lowes now
[Chorus]
He wan' shoot shit, he'll get shot down
Ridin' with them pots out
N***a could get cut down
Real runners, n***a, touchdown
Oh he ain't die? n***a lucked out
Tell that bitch, "Get the fuck out"
We in Beni's eatin' kung pao
And my n***as sell that bag; pound
And these Choppa bullets way louder
We might empty out a leg on 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Clip long like a pencil, boy we might just take a test on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put a fuckin' stack on 'em
Put a fuckin' check on 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then empty out that bitch then with my n***a do that dance on 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
SRT, all black n***a, it look like Obama
Could go set a bomb off
Moncler look like llama
In that 300 Cassandra
I don't know I forgot
All I know she sold that ganja
(Mingo, haha) And she suck my dick, she fuck me whenever I wanna
Keep a stick just like Osama
Fuck this bitch, but I don't wan' ha'
Diamonds on Moana
Finna cop some 1's
He wan' feat? Then it's gon' cost 'em
He wan' beat me? We gon' pop 'em
He wan' be me? He gon' copy
My bitch blacker than my coffee
Free him up just like a stalker
Can we smoke that boy? He stallin'
Put this bitch against the wall (Okay, okay)
Eat this bitch up like a dog
Hellcat jump like a frog, yeah
Tied up with them mobs
Pass me n***a, you can boss, yeah-yeah-yeah