Pyrex Pot

Lyrics

[Intro] Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane) Big Cat, LaFlare (Big Cat, LaFlare) Let's get it (Let's get it) [Chorus] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot) Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot) Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid) Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big) I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) [Verse 1] Uh, I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon Gucci Mane like Gotti, I'm the Dapper Don Uh, hundred G's in my Gucci bag So if you look at me wrong, I'ma do your ass Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter Run trap, sell crack, nigga, spread your hustle Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey Gucci Mane, I'm the baller of the fuckin' century Uh, iced out like Babe and them I can sell more records than Shade and them Uh, Gucci Mane, you's a cocky fella I make it rain, so you better get your umbarella Uh, and my watch is on another level Clusters of diamonds and they brush together Uh, why you talk so much shit? Uh, your bitch 'cause I'm so rich [Chorus] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot) Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot) Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid) Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big) I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) [Verse 2] Cocaine soft and white like Michael Jackson Bust the shit out the rubber, then I start to trappin' Gucci Mane got the lone ticket Run stack for the midget, nigga, fuck with me, uh Shawty say he short a couple stacks The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh Your money short like Spud Webb Man down, nigga broke, nigga need help, uh My money tall like Dikembe Gucci Mane, I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh More dope than CVS Still makin' moves, thuggin' with SYS, uh All my shows better be whippin' up J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh And me and Cad in a Humvee Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh [Chorus] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot) Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot) Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid) Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big) I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh) [Verse 3] Gucci got a plug for the square face Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wings Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens We got them X pills, we call 'em Skittles, man Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot Pour some cool water, it's too damn hot All I want for Christmas is the dope man knot Hustle harder, be smarter We gon' eat when I bring it out the water Thirty-six O's for the seventeen Five for the drive, seventeen-five