Pots and Pans (feat. The Cool Kids & Shorty K)

Where we at with it

Let's get it

Short

SK, niggas said they Heffin', but they jeffin' (Yeah)

Original Coolio concrete, yeah, two-two-seven (Yeah)

The Legend of Zelda, me and Rocks was the first ones

For the lunatics, dropped a song 'bout them Force Ones

I was rockin' Unos (Ayy), fresh up out the youth homes

Charged me as an adult, since then I been too grown (Uh)

Nobody couldn't tell me I was headin' up the wrong road

Drug dealin', thuggin', young nigga with a old soul

Rose gold wires, hoppin' out the Panamera

Two twin Glocks with thirties, call 'em Tia and Tamera

Fours on the Riviera (Skrrt), VLONE in the Carrera

Leone, that Sierra, couple whole ones in the spare

Caught your baby in the mirror puttin' on her mascara

Couldn't tell her we was dirty 'cause I didn't wanna scare her

This the reason I was spirit, told her keep me in her prayers

We be wreakin' all the havoc, we be bringin' all the terror

(I am the one)

I flipped a file cabinet in my meeting with the execs

I need another advance, I need it ASAP

Formula One, Maseratis and race tracks

Form an opinion on us, just take a breath

Boldy house keep us in the neck when I'm depressed

Holla at a nigga, break bread, throw it back my way

We down in Miami, my bitch said, "Dale"

Jacuzzi with the shottay, don't hop out your body

Hunnid dollar sangria, Santa Maria (Yeah)

They think we doin' black magic whenever we re-up

Kiwi color 'Ghini truck, niggas see we up (Damn)

Athletic niggas better get they Wheaties up

M-16, no BB gun, never see me run (Uh)

Me and Chuck the new DMC and Run

Pimp C and Bun, brodie got the Ruchis

We be like, "Hell yeah, we finna do well there"

Long as there's a scale there, yeah

Have 'em waitin' in line like they in welfare, yeah

Trap rollin' like a wheelchair (Right, right)

The dope so good, that drug be still here, yeah

Do the dash in a Porsche 'til the engine sound hoarse (Yeah)

Spent fuckin' up a check, never gave it no remorse (Hah)

Used to run that A-Z just to bring 'em back North (Yeah)

I was paranoid as Hell with them pictures in the door (Yup), for real

My right hand turn left and squeal

Put my shooters on his momma, better give her a shield

Hit her at the stop sign, car came to a yield

One call turn his whole life to Amityville, yeah

Y'all don't play how we play (Nah)

Spendin' bands back to back, no DJ

I been in my bag since potato sack relays

Only difference now is pissin' off the DA (Uh-huh)

Yeah, she know the whip a hunnid thousand (Thousand)

Big shoes on the whip, the coupe's clownin' (Coupe clownin')

No cap, what I look like, Steve Stoute? (Steve Stoute)

All this water on my neck, my shit a fountain

Homie made football, shit gone and I took off

Truck of niggas pushin' chinstrap through the toolbar

Never been a cue ball, yeah, I knock a few off

You could have the stripes, I keep the solid like a two-ball

Off the corner, in the pockets, that's how I aim and shoot

Line this pool stick up and make sure I follow through

Off the break, finna skate off a plate, that's a eight

Bring another case, you better pay me my rate

So tell me what you want

I'ma tell you what you don't

I need you run that dishwasher, put the dishes up

And I really 'preciate it, used a coaster for that cup, nigga