POTATO

Lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA] That's you, that's you, that's you Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Uh [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] How you rappin' all your life and you ain't profit? (Yeah) How you claim to be a punk and you ain't moshin'? (For real) How you tryna book a tour but you ain't poppin'? (Yeah) Nigga think he Steph Curry (Yeah), boy, you Ilgauskas (Yeah) Pop filter, bump stockin' One shot turn Steve Bannon into ***** ******* (Yeah) R. Kelly, gigolo, I'm dough pilin' But I don't fuck with little kids, bitch, I ain't Woody Allen (Hm) Now how you let a nigga run you out your own city? (Hm) How you never catch a win, but you catchin' feelings? I ain't tryna have debates, I just bait bitches (Yeah) Put a price on your head, send my niggas fishin' Boy, you really Craig Mack but you think you Diddy Put this fuck nigga in a bag, he the new Missy (Haha) How you let a **** nigga call you nigga? [Break: JPEGMAFIA] That's you, that's you, that's you (Hahaha) That's you, that's you, that's you, that's you [Verse 2: Freaky] How you let 'em tap dance up around your feelings? How you let him act mad? Really, he indifferent How you check the NASDAQ, but can't split the chicken Alright, let me start it over, uh How you let 'em tap dance up around your feelings? How you let him act mad? Really, he indifferent How you check the NASDAQ, but can't split the chicken Smokin' on... Uh, okay How you let 'em tap dance up around your feelings? How you let him act mad? Really, he indifferent How you check the NASDAQ, but can't split the chicken Smokin' on that back bag, this is not my chicken Swear to God that Baghdad, four points, I'm so dippin' Why the fuck he act like that? Tell me what he sippin' Tell that boy that bag back in his fuckin' feelings Tell me why he act like that in the feelin' ceilin' Came through with that patty pat no matter what I'm spittin' To where as though the fact that, that boy, yeah, he gifted Smokin' on that, yeah, yeah, that boy, he lifted All your raps is "Yeah yeah", all I hear is "Uh-uh" [Break: JPEGMAFIA] That's you, that's you, that's you, that's you Fuck [Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA] How you wanna be the Fry but you really Bender? (Yeah) I'm a Pretty Little Liar but I'm really Spencer (Yeah) No other mentors (Psh), we the private dancers Magic Mike and pretty Peggy with the fake splendor I'm a big spender, also a big 'tender Little thang in the boot, young Dutch van der Self-harm, self-taught Shit, I'm fuckin' this shit up (That's you, that's you, that's you) Uh (Hol' up, man) Uh How you wanna be the Fry but you really Bender? (Yeah) I'm a Pretty Little Liar but I'm really Spencer (Chyuh) No other mentors (Uh), we the private dancers Magic Mike and pretty Peggy, fake splendor (Damn, Peggy) I'm a big spender, also a big pretender Little thang in the boot, young Dutch van der Self-harm, self-taught, self-soothed (Self-soothed) Got a list last night 'cause of 'shrooms (The 'shrooms) High stakes, big shotty, it's DOOM (Yeah) (Uh, I got a pussy line) High stakes, big shotty, it's DOOM [Outro: JPEGMAFIA] Motherfucker (Nasty) Had to put that nasty in there for the ladies Nasty Wait, lemme do it, lemme do it one more time Say, uh, hard