(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, I'ma kill that motherf*cker type shit, know what I'm sayin'? For real
Haters and motivators (shit, shit)
Get some motherf*ckin' paper (shit, shit)
F*ck '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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah)
We get money 'round here, pussy nigga, so don't get this shit confused
Nigga be thinkin' we play with them tools
Like we not really playin' 'round with these blues
Nigga be steppin' on shit in the Loubs (steppers, rich steppers, rich shooter)
Tell 12 to get off my dick, ain't no stoppin'
Hate when these f*ck niggas be watchin'
Call these niggas 12, they like detectives
Nigga be plottin' and watchin', it's extra
Nigga be switchin' and bitchin', it's pressure
Nigga ain't shootin', ain't applyin' no pressure (bitch)
F*ck wrong with 'em? They cannot stop me, they know I'm too extra (nah)
Boy, you too broke and you talkin' '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, unknown shooter, I got him in Clayco (unknown shooter, I got him in, huh?)
I got some niggas on the west (yeah)
I got some shooters on the east
Who the f*ck? Slime ain't runnin' 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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah, nah)
Real deal Holyfield, niggas bologna (yeah)
They call me Glock, you can get it, you want it (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 drivin' in it, I own it (yeah, I own that bitch, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
These rap niggas jabronies, they cappin' and lyin' up on they dead homies
They cappin' and lyin' '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 (cutthroat)
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 lackin', 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)
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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah)
Young Nudy - Pot Roast Lyrics
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(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, I'ma kill that motherf*cker type shit, know what I'm sayin'? For real
Haters and motivators (shit, shit)
Get some motherf*ckin' paper (shit, shit)
F*ck '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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah)
We get money 'round here, pussy nigga, so don't get this shit confused
Nigga be thinkin' we play with them tools
Like we not really playin' 'round with these blues
Nigga be steppin' on shit in the Loubs (steppers, rich steppers, rich shooter)
Tell 12 to get off my dick, ain't no stoppin'
Hate when these f*ck niggas be watchin'
Call these niggas 12, they like detectives
Nigga be plottin' and watchin', it's extra
Nigga be switchin' and bitchin', it's pressure
Nigga ain't shootin', ain't applyin' no pressure (bitch)
F*ck wrong with 'em? They cannot stop me, they know I'm too extra (nah)
Boy, you too broke and you talkin' '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, unknown shooter, I got him in Clayco (unknown shooter, I got him in, huh?)
I got some niggas on the west (yeah)
I got some shooters on the east
Who the f*ck? Slime ain't runnin' 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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah, nah)
Real deal Holyfield, niggas bologna (yeah)
They call me Glock, you can get it, you want it (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 drivin' in it, I own it (yeah, I own that bitch, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
These rap niggas jabronies, they cappin' and lyin' up on they dead homies
They cappin' and lyin' '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 (cutthroat)
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 lackin', 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)
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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah)
Yeah, I'ma kill that motherf*cker type shit, know what I'm sayin'? For real
Haters and motivators (shit, shit)
Get some motherf*ckin' paper (shit, shit)
F*ck '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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah)
We get money 'round here, pussy nigga, so don't get this shit confused
Nigga be thinkin' we play with them tools
Like we not really playin' 'round with these blues
Nigga be steppin' on shit in the Loubs (steppers, rich steppers, rich shooter)
Tell 12 to get off my dick, ain't no stoppin'
Hate when these f*ck niggas be watchin'
Call these niggas 12, they like detectives
Nigga be plottin' and watchin', it's extra
Nigga be switchin' and bitchin', it's pressure
Nigga ain't shootin', ain't applyin' no pressure (bitch)
F*ck wrong with 'em? They cannot stop me, they know I'm too extra (nah)
Boy, you too broke and you talkin' '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, unknown shooter, I got him in Clayco (unknown shooter, I got him in, huh?)
I got some niggas on the west (yeah)
I got some shooters on the east
Who the f*ck? Slime ain't runnin' 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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah, nah)
Real deal Holyfield, niggas bologna (yeah)
They call me Glock, you can get it, you want it (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 drivin' in it, I own it (yeah, I own that bitch, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
These rap niggas jabronies, they cappin' and lyin' up on they dead homies
They cappin' and lyin' '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 (cutthroat)
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 lackin', 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)
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 dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin', you dyin' (you dyin')
Disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that shit like committin' a crime, yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah)
Writer: Jordan Jenks, Quantavious T. Thomas, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC