Potholes

Lyrics

[Intro: Bruiser Wolf] Yeah, gang Yeah, phew, uh I'm killing every fuckin' thing, I don't give a fuck [Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf] Listen, customer service is everything Like a computer, you gotta know your user name So we chatted, 'till the Uber came But if I told you not to be on that pimpin' shit My nigga, I'd be a hypocrite 'Cause I'm clockin' hoes back and forth like a hypnotist Whores and chores Blowjobs came with benefits But be careful who you share your vision with Brace for the hate, it's gonna add up like arithmetic Sex parties, grown shit BYOB: bring ya own bitch Crack vials in her birth canal Strap her with pounds, look like she birthed a child She united my drawstring Swallowed my offspring like a soft drink People was eyeballin' me, that was weird But when you're on a different level, you gotta take the stairs Dope game stupid, Momma I made it! Gotta delete the old tweets now that I'm famous How much shit can go wrong in one day? Fixed one problem, another on the way One bitch say she pregnant, the other one say she late One fiend want a quarter, the other one want an eighth I ain't got enough work to last through the day My plug won't answer the phone, he in L.A But when you're from the village of slums Everyone's a dealer like J [Chorus: J.U.S] We came so far that we can't go back, we can't go back We had to swerve to miss the pothole, another bump in the road Another pothole, goin' flat ain't part of the plan We came so far that we can't go back, we can't go back We had to swerve to miss the pothole, another bump in the road Another pothole, goin' flat ain't part of the plan [Verse 2: J.U.S] I was in the book store, for real, I was in the club Pourin' up shots is my language of love Smoke out my pack, you can roll up my bud Don't be a pothole, don't try to slow up the plan Did a meet and greet and parlayed of my fans Don't be a nacho, only good when it's cheese on it Love talkin' crazy, that's the double Bs for you I'm on a ten and a double shot Casamigo, Añejo, I don't drink Cîroc The bitch at the bar looked good, but her feet is shot Agony of defeat in her eyes once she seen my watch It was the apple boy No Rollie, she assumed I had no chicken She turned into Eve and the apple was bitten Seen me starin' at her tits, assumed I was smitten Rubbin' on my leg, she assumed I'm a kitten Nah, I just roll with some ill cats Standin' in the ally on the fence spittin' real raps I try to tell her I'm a class act I love doin' hood rat things when I run with the pack [Chorus: J.U.S] We came so far that we can't go back, we can't go back We had to swerve to miss the pothole, another bump in the road Another pothole, goin' flat ain't part of the plan We came so far that we can't go back, we can't go back We had to swerve to miss the pothole, another bump in the road Another pothole, goin' flat ain't part of the plan [Outro] I told you what's up! The spirits is in this bitch, nigga, and they say you ain't ready for that! Y'all think it's a game in here, keep playin' with God, nigga Hey Google He's gonna show you what it's about! Hey Google Hey Google Quit playin' with God, Hey Google ain't even talkin to you right now No? Hey Google! [...] every [?] in the world [...] Can't nobody get—Hey Google, Hey Google