Pot Roast

(アルバム： Gumbo - 2023)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, I'ma kill that muhfucka talking shit, y'all know what I'm sayin'? For real
Y'all need some motivators (Shit, shit), get some muhfucking paper
Shit, shit (Fuck 'em), for real
Shit, shit, yeah
How many times we gotta come do it? How many come bust they wig? (How many?)

How many of them live? How many of 'em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty)
This shit'll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don't play in the field (Don't do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don't pump-fake, and don't you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot 'em, I make sure they dying
They know that I'm riding (Yeah), they know I'm 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you trying, you dying (You dyin'), disrespecting the gang, you got to know, that shit like committing a crime (Yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killing whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothing phony (Nah)

We get money 'round here, pussy nigga, [?], shit confused
Nigga be thinking we don't play with them tools, [?] playing 'round with these blues
Nigga be stepping on shit in the Loubs (Steppers, rich shooter)
Tell 12 to get off my dick, hate when these fuck niggas be watching
Call these niggas 12, they like detectives, nigga be plotting and watching, it's extra
Nigga be switching and bitching, it's pressure, nigga ain't shooting, ain't applying no pressure (Bitch)
Fuck wrong with 'em? They cannot stop me, they know I'm too extra (Nah)
Why you too broke and you talking 'bout pressure? (You broke) Got a new shooter I'm ready to test you (I got 'em)
For real, I got so many, they do what I say so (Got so many they do what I say so)
For real, I know a shooter, I got him in ClayCo (I know a shooter, I got him in, huh?), yeah
I got some niggas on the west (Yeah), I got some shooters on the east, who the fuck? Slime ain't running these streets

How many of them live? How many of 'em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty)
This shit'll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don't play in the field (Don't do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don't pump-fake, and don't you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot 'em, I make sure they dying
They know that I'm riding (Yeah), they know I'm 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you trying, you dying (You dyin'), disrespecting the gang, you got to know, that shit like committing a crime (Yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killing whoever, everybody steppers (Everybody steppers), no fake steppers, ain't nothing phony (Nah, nah)

Real deal Holyfield, niggas bologna (Yeah)
They call me Glock, you can get it, you wanted (Fah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I keep it on me, show me my opponent (Bitch, what's up? Uh)
Short lil' thick bitch, My Little Pony (Yeah)
She tryna ride this thing like Coney Island, if I'm driving in it, I own it (Yeah, I own that bitch, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
These rap niggas Jabronies, they capping and lying up on they dead homies
They capping and lying 'bout everything they do (They do)
I dare you to reach for these jewels (Jewels)
I pop your ass just like a pimple (Bah, bah)
I make the situation cool (Cool) down, then turn around and spin 'em, yeah (Bah, bah)
Shrimp ass niggas, I grill 'em (Grill 'em), I don't play by no rules
Hell nah, these racks won't bend up, hell yeah, these hoes gon' choose (Choose)
Hell yeah, I keep that tool (Tool), hell nah, can't go like that (Like that)
No lacking, I can't snooze, ain't ask yourself this question

How many of them live? How many of 'em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty, Back to they kids, huh)
This shit'll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don't play in the field (Don't do it, nah)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don't pump-fake, and don't you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot 'em, I make sure they dying
They know that I'm riding (Yeah), they know I'm 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you trying, you dying (You dyin'), disrespecting the gang, you got to know, that shit like committing a crime (Yeah, yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killing whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothing phony (Nah)