Pots and Pans (feat. The Cool Kids & Shorty K)

Where we at with it
 Let's get it
 Short
 SK, niggas said they Heffin', but they jeffin' (Yeah)
 Original Coolio concrete, yeah, two-two-seven (Yeah)
 The Legend of Zelda, me and Rocks was the first ones
 For the lunatics, dropped a song 'bout them Force Ones
 I was rockin' Unos (Ayy), fresh up out the youth homes
 Charged me as an adult, since then I been too grown (Uh)
 Nobody couldn't tell me I was headin' up the wrong road
 Drug dealin', thuggin', young nigga with a old soul
 Rose gold wires, hoppin' out the Panamera
 Two twin Glocks with thirties, call 'em Tia and Tamera
 Fours on the Riviera (Skrrt), VLONE in the Carrera
 Leone, that Sierra, couple whole ones in the spare
 Caught your baby in the mirror puttin' on her mascara
 Couldn't tell her we was dirty 'cause I didn't wanna scare her
 This the reason I was spirit, told her keep me in her prayers
 We be wreakin' all the havoc, we be bringin' all the terror
 (I am the one)
 I flipped a file cabinet in my meeting with the execs
 I need another advance, I need it ASAP
 Formula One, Maseratis and race tracks
 Form an opinion on us, just take a breath
 Boldy house keep us in the neck when I'm depressed
 Holla at a nigga, break bread, throw it back my way
 We down in Miami, my bitch said, "Dale"
 Jacuzzi with the shottay, don't hop out your body
 Hunnid dollar sangria, Santa Maria (Yeah)
 They think we doin' black magic whenever we re-up
 Kiwi color 'Ghini truck, niggas see we up (Damn)
 Athletic niggas better get they Wheaties up
 M-16, no BB gun, never see me run (Uh)
 Me and Chuck the new DMC and Run
 Pimp C and Bun, brodie got the Ruchis
 We be like, "Hell yeah, we finna do well there"
 Long as there's a scale there, yeah
 Have 'em waitin' in line like they in welfare, yeah
 Trap rollin' like a wheelchair (Right, right)
 The dope so good, that drug be still here, yeah
 Do the dash in a Porsche 'til the engine sound hoarse (Yeah)
 Spent fuckin' up a check, never gave it no remorse (Hah)
 Used to run that A-Z just to bring 'em back North (Yeah)
 I was paranoid as Hell with them pictures in the door (Yup), for real
 My right hand turn left and squeal
 Put my shooters on his momma, better give her a shield
 Hit her at the stop sign, car came to a yield
 One call turn his whole life to Amityville, yeah
 Y'all don't play how we play (Nah)
 Spendin' bands back to back, no DJ
 I been in my bag since potato sack relays
 Only difference now is pissin' off the DA (Uh-huh)
 Yeah, she know the whip a hunnid thousand (Thousand)
 Big shoes on the whip, the coupe's clownin' (Coupe clownin')
 No cap, what I look like, Steve Stoute? (Steve Stoute)
 All this water on my neck, my shit a fountain
 Homie made football, shit gone and I took off
 Truck of niggas pushin' chinstrap through the toolbar
 Never been a cue ball, yeah, I knock a few off
 You could have the stripes, I keep the solid like a two-ball
 Off the corner, in the pockets, that's how I aim and shoot
 Line this pool stick up and make sure I follow through
 Off the break, finna skate off a plate, that's a eight
 Bring another case, you better pay me my rate
 So tell me what you want
 I'ma tell you what you don't
 I need you run that dishwasher, put the dishes up
 And I really 'preciate it, used a coaster for that cup, nigga