Pot Roast (feat. Key Glock)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, kill that motherfucker talkin' shit, y'all know what I'm sayin'? For real

Haters are motivators (Shit, shit), get some motherfucker paper

Shit, shit (Fuck 'em), for real

Shit, shit, 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 shit'll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you **** 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 shit 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, pussy ****, so don't get this shit confused

**** be thinkin' we don't play with them tools, like how I'm playin' 'round with these blues

**** be steppin' on shit in the Loubs (Steppers, haha, rich steppers, rich shooters)

Can 12 get off my dick? No stoppin' (Yeah)

Hate when these fuck **** out here be watchin'

Call these **** 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 (Bitch)

Fuck 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 **** on the West (Yeah)

I got some shooters on the East, who the fuck? 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 shit'll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you **** 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 shit 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, **** 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 (Bitch, what's up? Uh)

Short lil' thick bitch, 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 bitch, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

These rap **** 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 ****, 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 shit'll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you **** 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 shit 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)