P.O.T.S Video (MV)

POT ON THE STOVE, oh no
POT ON THE STOVE, POT ON THE STOVE!

POT ON THE STOVE, Whipping it hot, shocking it cold
Trap took his soul, he just heard pop, Clip emptied whole
Now I got foes, Yeah they sending shots, But we can send more
But that's how it goes, You touching my bloody you starting a war

Trippity Trap House, Look at these Stacks, Straps, Straight flipping these packs out
Dip in these racks now
Drippity Splash House, Diamonds they splash, Flash, WAIT!
Did he just cash out? Dripping and Splash now!

Ouu, Shawty like what's THAT?
That's A Shotta in my PANTS
She grabbed my Shotta let it dance, dance, dance

Ouu, Shawty grabbed a Stack, pulled up one me with them bands
Just to show me I'm the man, man, man!

He sold the pole, by buying a stick, you sold your soul
Stickman, don't talk on mobile phones
Drip man, diamonds and gold I'm froze

He learned it all, he wanted a stick he said pass the ball
He shoot and he passed it like basketball
Took them racks from the trap and surpassed them all!

POT ON THE STOVE, Whipping it hot, shocking it cold
Trap took his soul, he just heard pop, Clip emptied whole
Now I got foes, Yeah they sending shots, But we can send more
But that's how it goes, You touching my bloody you starting a war

I don't flex no bands or no bricks, b***h I only flex my stick
40 Kick back like my Kicks, kicks, kicks
Me I want them bands for the low, I want diamonds I want gold
It all started off the bold, they can't stop me from my goal

Bands was the plan, I'm the man
Shoot him like that from the GLOKKA cannon
Damn aint no hands understand
Do him like that, when it splash, You aint standing

Trip over money, its funny how money can make niggas funny
You think I'm a dummy? This choppa it spray and it sound like a drummy

Like noses you runny, like Moses I'm splitting the sea on a mummy
He sipping lean, yeah he feel like a mummy
"I'm leaning, I'm leaning"
He's saying it's muddy

He lived the fast life, He needa slow down
Gone in a flash like a flashy picture, Dawg had a mask that's a nasty mixture

Bands in the safe, funny how bloody money in a safe
Hands aint the case, this Glokka pop and send yo ass outta space!
I'll tell you a story, it starts with a 40 it ends with your homie
Oh, he didn't know me?
My shooters then clutch in the 4th like they Kobe

I'll tell you my vision, these 2 clips hold 20 my sight holds precision
I been on a mission, to the highest position, Desires I'm wishing

40 GLOKKA or the Smith&Wesson
Slide on us and you won't live to learn a different lesson

They shot bloody in The Dot, but they failed
Bullets? Broski ate like 12, so on yo block I'm raising hell
They shot cuzzo in The Lot, and he fell
God just saved him like a bell, Fake ol' Hitta won't prevail

Blunt make me go kickback like this four-five
Niggas say they gunna slide but they ain't gon' slide

Flow so toxic, need the mop stick
I be singing from the choppa call it Pop shit
Pistol packing, pistol action, guns blazing in the trap this aint for fashion

He wore glasses, glizzy popped and made that niggas frame drop
I don't name drop, his top got knocked off on the same block

Aint no brickman, but Up North we was whipping up them bricks
Aint no stickman, but I be always sliding with them sticks

I'm the shit man, tell me anyone that's lit man
Like this man (S3VO LIKE DAT)

POT ON THE STOVE, Whipping it hot, shocking it cold
Trap took his soul, he just heard pop, Clip emptied whole
Now I got foes, Yeah they sending shots, But we can send more
But that's how it goes, You touching my bloody you starting a war

Trippity Trap House, Trippity Trap House
Drippity Splash House, Drippity Splash House
Trippity Trap House, Trippity Trap House, House

POT ON THE STOVE... Pot on the, POT ON THE STOVE
POT ON THE STOVE (Shocking it cold)
POT ON THE STOVE, POT ON THE STOVE