Freaky, JPEGMAFIA - POTATO lyrics

That's you, that's you, that's you
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me uh

How you rappin' all your life and
You ain't profit? (yeah)
How you claim to be a punk
And you ain't moshin'? (For real)
How you tryna book a tour but
You ain't poppin'? (yeah)
Nigga think he Steph Curry
(yeah) , boy, you Ilgauskas (yeah)
Pop filter, bump stockin'
One shot turn Steve Bannon into (yeah)
R kelly, gigolo, I'm dough pilin'
But, I don't fuck with little kids, bitch
I ain't Woody Allen (Hm)
Now how you let a nigga run
You out your own city? (Hm)
How you never catch a win
But you catchin' feelings?
I ain't tryna have debates
I just bait bitches (yeah)
Put a price on your head
Send my niggas fishin'
Boy, you really Craig Mack but
You think you Diddy
Put this fuck nigga in a bag
He the new Missy (Haha)
How you let a nigga call you nigga?

That's you, that's you, that's you (Ha ha ha)
That's you, that's you, that's you
That's you

How you let 'em tap dance
Up around your feelings?
How you let him act mad? Really
He indifferent how you check the NASDAQ
But can't split the chicken
Alright, let me start it over, uh
How you let 'em tap dance
Up around your feelings?
How you let him act mad? Really
He indifferent how you check the NASDAQ
But can't split the chicken smokin' on
Uh, okay how you let 'em tap dance
Up around your feelings?
How you let him act mad? Really
He indifferent how you check the NASDAQ
But can't split the chicken
Smokin' on that back bag
This is not my chicken
Swear to God that Baghdad, four points
I'm so dippin'
Why the fuck he act like that?
Tell me what he sippin'
Tell that boy that bag back
In his fuckin' feelings
Tell me why he act like
That in the feelin' ceilin'
Came through with that patty pat
No matter what I'm spittin'
To where as though the fact
That, that boy, yeah, he gifted
Smokin' on that, yeah, yeah, that boy
He lifted all your raps is "yeah, yeah"
All I hear is "Uh uh"

That's you, that's you, that's you
That's you fuck

How you wanna be the Fry
But you really Bender? (yeah)
I'm a Pretty Little Liar
But I'm really Spencer (yeah)
No other mentors
(Psh) , we the private dancers
Magic Mike and pretty Peggy
With the fake splendor
I'm a big spender, also a big 'tender
Little thang in the boot, young Dutch van der
Self harm, self taught
Shit, I'm fuckin' this shit up
(That's you, that's you, that's you)
Uh (Hol' up, man) Uh
How you wanna be the Fry
But you really Bender? (yeah)
I'm a Pretty Little Liar
But I'm really Spencer (Chyuh)
No other mentors
(Uh) , we the private dancers
Magic Mike and pretty Peggy, fake splendor
(Damn, Peggy)
I'm a big spender, also a big pretender
Little thang in the boot, young Dutch van der
Self harm, self taught, self-soothed
(Self-soothed)
Got a list last night 'cause of 'shrooms
(The 'shrooms)
High stakes, big shotty, it's DOOM (yeah)
(Uh, I got a pussy line)
High stakes, big shotty, it's DOOM

Motherfucker (Nasty)
Had to put that nasty in there for the ladies
Nasty
Wait, lemme do it, lemme do it one more time
Say, uh, hard