MY POTNA

Lyrics

[Intro] (Who do I trust?) Woah-woah (Rock) Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah, woah-woah [Chorus] Glocks in the attic, you know that we stashin' Don't ask for my blunt, nigga, no, I'm not passin' I stay with my fye, nigga, why is you askin'? Put that fye on his ass, nigga, why is you askin'? (Why is you askin'?) Play with this shit, put niggas in caskets My partner, he get it remixed and repackaged My pocket big, it fold like a fat bitch Nigga fake throw, he don't act shit (Haha, fake throw) My partner, he creepin', he clap shit They fold that boy up like a napkin [Post-Chorus] Punch in, punch out, don't need a pen Work in, work out, nigga gettin' it in (Gettin' it in) My partner bool with FNs Some L's, I took 'em to the chin Somehow I just keep comin' out winnin' That shit that you droppin', nigga, know it finished (Know it finished) [Verse] We reel the opps in like we fishin' I pull up with gang-gang, know we spinnin' Like a bottle top, all my Apes spinnin' She want somethin' to еat, took that lil' bih to Denny's (Lil' bih to Denny's) Four Glocks, four sticks, nigga, this shit with us You ain't work for shit, you ain't gettin' a pеnny Bitch, I stay drippin', nigga, know that I'm in it Yo' bitch at the spot, nigga, know that I'm in it That shit you talkin' 'bout don't faze me My trap talk brazy, you gotta fade me Perc' got me scratchin' just like rabies Had to kick the ho out, she tryna leech on me (Get out, get out) Dump the mag, his car on E Young nigga hop out and pop out on feet You ain't ever tell the big boy he can't eat One shot to his stomach, now his guts on his feet (Buh, buh) [Chorus] Glocks in the attic, you know that we stashin' Don't ask for my blunt, nigga, no, I'm not passin' I stay with my fye, nigga, why is you askin'? Put that fye on his ass, nigga, why is you askin'? (Why is you askin'?) Play with this shit, put niggas in caskets My partner, he get it remixed and repackaged My pocket big, it fold like a fat bitch Nigga fake throw, he don't act shit (Haha, fake throw) My partner, he creepin', he clap shit They fold that boy up like a napkin [Post-Chorus] Punch in, punch out, don't need a pen Work in, work out, nigga gettin' it in (Gettin' it in) My partner bool with FNs Some L's, I took 'em to the chin Somehow I just keep comin' out winnin' That shit that you droppin', nigga, know it finished (Know it finished)