Potty Trained

Lyrics

[Intro] Ha-ha Ha-ha-ha (Michigan Meech) Duh Shut up Hmm [Verse] Pockets shitty, pendants pissy, they think I ain't potty trained Pop the pussy, perping like it's smoke then turned them zotti strain Mike Amiri pockets fat as fuck, they might get body shamed Bitch, I play with pieces, I'm in-store using somebody name Them ain't the tires, I done made yo bitch screech in the Demon Might be a desert but I'm still looking sleeves out in Phoenix Drop out but when it come to game, I can teach, I'm a genius Worried 'bout my health, pockets obese and my pieces anemic Future bright as fuck, might blind a ho, I up a crystal ball All that fucking plan, bet militia put that shit on pause Doggy got the wackest jumper, sent some shots and brick them all Funny if I call my pits, I bet you don't get hit with paws I call doggy "Skip" 'cause I'm the reason he see bae less Ripped off my Amiris, I might give yo bitch a taste test I'm the type to beat the odds every time they place bets Brody strapped, he quick to pop a pussy, boy, that's safe sex Could pull a rabbit out my hat, bitch, I be working magic I might pull up, give him fifty like I'm Curtis Jackson This bitch want my all but she ain't worth a fraction We be shooting shit like Michael Bay, bitch, we prefer the action I be going through shit, I can't go around Mike Amiri, Marni got yo ho aroused Say it's up with us, you know it's on the ground I ain't fighting, with yo bitch the only time I'm going rounds Sitting back thinking 'bout my life, this bitch beautiful Must be dumb thinking I'm gon' fight, bitch, I'm shooting you You ain't sucking dick? You ain't my type, Bitch, it's toodeloo Members only, bitch, my circle tight like a hula hoop Bro gon' catch a opp and hit his bucket, we ain't shooting hoops Dogging out the 'Vette, they think I'm racing, how I do the coupe I thought he was plugged in with the source, he must've blew a fuse If I take off in this UFO, I'm going to the moon Fuck a tour, I'm giffy tripping, took a Sprinter coast to coast Tortoise and the Hare, remember when they said my motion slow All this fucking water on my neck, I might just soak a ho Rich as fuck, we tapping double cups, done made a toast to pros We got all this bread around, I think my baby's loafing though When Militia winning, they gon' act like they don't know the score I done made the wave around this bitch, I see 'em rowing boats Destined for greatness, I really feel like I was 'posed to blow [Outro] Bitch, Dog $hit Militia