P.O.T.S

POT ON THE STOVE, oh no POT ON THE STOVE, POT ON THE STOVE! POT ON THE STOVE, Whipping it hot, shocking it cold Trap took his soul, he just heard pop, Clip emptied whole Now I got foes, Yeah they sending shots, But we can send more But that's how it goes, You touching my bloody you starting a war Trippity Trap House, Look at these Stacks, Straps, Straight flipping these packs out Dip in these racks now Drippity Splash House, Diamonds they splash, Flash, WAIT! Did he just cash out? Dripping and Splash now! Ouu, Shawty like what's THAT? That's A Shotta in my PANTS She grabbed my Shotta let it dance, dance, dance Ouu, Shawty grabbed a Stack, pulled up one me with them bands Just to show me I'm the man, man, man! He sold the pole, by buying a stick, you sold your soul Stickman, don't talk on mobile phones Drip man, diamonds and gold I'm froze He learned it all, he wanted a stick he said pass the ball He shoot and he passed it like basketball Took them racks from the trap and surpassed them all! POT ON THE STOVE, Whipping it hot, shocking it cold Trap took his soul, he just heard pop, Clip emptied whole Now I got foes, Yeah they sending shots, But we can send more But that's how it goes, You touching my bloody you starting a war I don't flex no bands or no bricks, b***h I only flex my stick 40 Kick back like my Kicks, kicks, kicks Me I want them bands for the low, I want diamonds I want gold It all started off the bold, they can't stop me from my goal Bands was the plan, I'm the man Shoot him like that from the GLOKKA cannon Damn aint no hands understand Do him like that, when it splash, You aint standing Trip over money, its funny how money can make niggas funny You think I'm a dummy? This choppa it spray and it sound like a drummy Like noses you runny, like Moses I'm splitting the sea on a mummy He sipping lean, yeah he feel like a mummy "I'm leaning, I'm leaning" He's saying it's muddy He lived the fast life, He needa slow down Gone in a flash like a flashy picture, Dawg had a mask that's a nasty mixture Bands in the safe, funny how bloody money in a safe Hands aint the case, this Glokka pop and send yo ass outta space! I'll tell you a story, it starts with a 40 it ends with your homie Oh, he didn't know me? My shooters then clutch in the 4th like they Kobe I'll tell you my vision, these 2 clips hold 20 my sight holds precision I been on a mission, to the highest position, Desires I'm wishing 40 GLOKKA or the Smith&Wesson Slide on us and you won't live to learn a different lesson They shot bloody in The Dot, but they failed Bullets? Broski ate like 12, so on yo block I'm raising hell They shot cuzzo in The Lot, and he fell God just saved him like a bell, Fake ol' Hitta won't prevail Blunt make me go kickback like this four-five Niggas say they gunna slide but they ain't gon' slide Flow so toxic, need the mop stick I be singing from the choppa call it Pop shit Pistol packing, pistol action, guns blazing in the trap this aint for fashion He wore glasses, glizzy popped and made that niggas frame drop I don't name drop, his top got knocked off on the same block Aint no brickman, but Up North we was whipping up them bricks Aint no stickman, but I be always sliding with them sticks I'm the shit man, tell me anyone that's lit man Like this man (S3VO LIKE DAT) POT ON THE STOVE, Whipping it hot, shocking it cold Trap took his soul, he just heard pop, Clip emptied whole Now I got foes, Yeah they sending shots, But we can send more But that's how it goes, You touching my bloody you starting a war Trippity Trap House, Trippity Trap House Drippity Splash House, Drippity Splash House Trippity Trap House, Trippity Trap House, House POT ON THE STOVE... Pot on the, POT ON THE STOVE POT ON THE STOVE (Shocking it cold) POT ON THE STOVE, POT ON THE STOVE