Hot Potato

What you said, bitch?
That's right
We back, you know it

Uh, most of these tough fucking rappers, they be fruity gay
I'm still ballin' on these scrubs like Rudy Gay
Still playin' hot potato, move a few a day
Smokin' this back to back, I blow two a day

Different strands in my vain, you know I blow the best
I'm puttin' these well strands everywhere, it's goin' wreck
While they was doin' all that high cappin' on the neck
We was movin' up flights on them on the steps

Shout out to Gritters and the Penn, and they're doin' raps
With this motherfuckin' mob shit in the deck
Sellin' deals mainline when they gettin' wrecked
Doin' time for respect for the fuckin' sex

Hot speed since a kid, now I'm a vet
If they try me, I'ma step on it up the spec
Can't do the light with my front end lippin' up
A tight gun, don't hit me about that lil' stuff
Yeah, that's right

Uh, haters hate me, jealous niggas can't take me
The grittest think me, safe house, I swank
These pinky fingers on my hands, worth a nigga's life
And I can go out any night and take a nigga's wife

She wasn't shit in the first place
Blew your whole check, tryna get you to first base
Bought a diamond ring, tryna get you to third base
Bought her a Bel-Air, could've fucked on the first date
T-L-4-H, get the fuck outta here, nigga
You smell smoke when I tip, outta here, nigga

On my way to the big bag
Stuff me when I hustle, won't fit in a bitch bag
Fat them bitches up, give a fuck if the chick mad
Couple pounds over when it come out the big glass
They've puttin' fatty whop on em, tryna fuck em up
We hit it with the proper cut, tryna run it up
That's right