Pots and Pans (feat. J Rock)

Yeah, it's what I'm talking 'bout right here

Ah-woo, let's make this shit worthwhile to me, my ****

Triple C's

All I need is baking soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get up out the hood?

All I need is baking soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get up out the hood?

What started as a nickel rock took twenty two months

Now I'm tryna get a block, fuck football

I'm going down another path, couldn't pass a test

To tell the truth, I couldn't fuck with math

Did get a scholarship but I blew that

Uh, got high, got a ticket and I flew back

To the Hell zone, more straps than twenty shell toes

Get life on your cell phone

Quarter key, box of soda, Ross whip that

Career criminal for sure, Ross whip that

Had to pull my pants up, go and get them grands up

Daddy die from cancer, I never had the chance to

Tell him all my plans, to let him fuck a dancer

Smoking weed in Amsterdam with his grandson

While he pass on me, my last homie, I went and bought a bird

I want some cash, homie

All I need is baking soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get up out the hood?

All I need is baking soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get up out the hood?

I never rode a **** coattails

May have took a dope sale, fuck it, ****, oh, well

Smoking on that classified, rolling in that 'lac of mine

You know my mind stay numb to world half the time

Thinking 'bout Ram Rover , damn that was fucked up

Found him in a trunk with another dude, fucked up

The world fucked up, that's why I'm fucked up

Don't get fucked up, fuck with me, you're fucked up

Bitch, I'ma ride, bitch, I'ma die

When I holler 305, bitch, that's on my life

Got a forty in the car, a chopper in the crib

The grenade's down the street, you gotta get it how you live

I know **** turned one into two

And they do what they do, and boy, them things move

Fish-scale get the big nail

In a room full of work, taste the 'caine when you inhale

All I need is baking soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get up out the hood?

All I need is baking soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get up out the hood?

It's time for me to cash in

Laughing like Martin in the Aston Martin

When I park it, I could see your bitch heart beat

So roll out the red carpet

Roll up the purple shit, black Navigator flow

Gotta shut your fucking mouth, don't irritate the smoke

Thinking of a greater way to build a greater flow

I hope she got some great head, that's how I grade a ho

White Beamer in the hood, shining like a star

Flip this half a key, go to the club and I'ma buy the bar

Do it twice a week, fucking bitches on the other nights

Promise E-class, we don't ever miss another fight

Hunnid in the bag, five birds, I'ma grab

Turn 'em into eight, keep me a clean half

Baking soda and the work, works wonderful

You see your dreams come true, this I promise you, woo

All I need is baking soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get up out the hood?

All I need is baking soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get up out the hood?