Pot Roast Lyrics – Young Nudy (feat. Key Glock)
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, *** that *** talkin’ ***, y’all know what I’m sayin’? For real
Haters are motivators (***, ***), get some *** paper
***, *** (*** ’em), for real
***, ***, yeah
How many times we gotta come do it? How many come bust they wig? (How many?)
How many of them live? How many of ’em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty)
This ***’ll get real, this *** is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don’t play in the field (Don’t do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don’t pump-fake, and don’t you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot ’em, I make sure they dyin’
They know that I’m ridin’ (Yeah), they know I’m 4L, I’m slime for mine (4L)
***, you tryin’, you dyin’ (You dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that *** like committin’ a crime (Yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin’ whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (Nah)
We get money ’round here, *** ***, so don’t get this *** confused
*** be thinkin’ we don’t play with them tools, like how I’m playin’ ’round with these blues
*** be steppin’ on *** in the Loubs (Steppers, haha, rich steppers, rich shooters)
Can 12 get off my ***? No stoppin’ (Yeah)
Hate when these *** niggas out here be watchin’
Call these niggas 12, they like detectives
*** be plottin’ and watchin’, it’s extra
*** be switchin’ and bitchin’, it’s pressure
*** ain’t shootin’, ain’t applyin’ no pressure (***)
*** wrong with ’em? They cannot stop me, they know I’m too extra (Nah)
Boy, you too broke and you talkin’ ’bout pressure (You broke)
Got a new shooter, I’m ready to test you (Shooters, I got ’em), for real
Got so many, they do what I say so (Got so many they do what I say so), for real
Unknown shooter, I got him in ClayCo (Unknown shooter, I got him in, huh?), yeah
I got some niggas on the West (Yeah)
I got some shooters on the East, who the ***? Slime ain’t runnin’ these streets
How many of them live? How many of ’em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty)
This ***’ll get real, this *** is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don’t play in the field (Don’t do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don’t pump-fake, and don’t you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot ’em, I make sure they dyin’
They know that I’m ridin’ (Yeah), they know I’m 4L, I’m slime for mine (4L)
***, you tryin’, you dyin’ (You dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that *** like committin’ a crime (Yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin’ whoever, everybody steppers (Everybody steppers), no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (Nah, nah)
Real deal Holyfield, niggas bologna (Yeah)
They call me Glock, you can get it, you want it (Fah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I keep it on me, show me my opponent (***, what’s up? Uh)
Short lil’ thick ***, My Little Pony (Yeah)
She tryna ride this thing like Coney Island, if I’m drivin’ in it, I own it (Yeah, I own that ***, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
These rap niggas Jabronies, they cappin’ and lyin’ up on they dead homies
They cappin’ and lyin’ ’bout everything they do (They do)
I dare you to reach for these jewels (Jewels)
I pop your ass just like a pimple (Bah, bah)
I make the situation cool (Cool) down
Then turn around and spin ’em, yeah (Bah, bah)
Shrimp ass niggas, I grill ’em (Grill ’em)
I don’t play by no rules
Hell nah, these racks won’t bend up (Bend up)
Hell yeah, these hoes gon’ choose (Choose)
Hell yeah, I keep that tool (Tool)
Hell nah, can’t go like that (Like that)
No lackin’, I can’t snooze (Can’t snooze)
Ayy, ask yourself this question
How many of them live? How many of ’em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty, back to they kids, huh)
This ***’ll get real, this *** is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don’t play in the field (Don’t do it, nah)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don’t pump-fake, and don’t you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot ’em, I make sure they dyin’
They know that I’m ridin’ (Yeah), they know I’m 4L, I’m slime for mine (4L)
***, you tryin’, you dyin’ (You dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that *** like committin’ a crime (Yeah, yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin’ whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (Nah)