Fredo - Get the Pot lyrics

Get the Pot aye Bro, can we get the pot?
I got some Penn-Yola can we get it washed?
Can we cook it up? Can we let it lock?
Can we let it dry? Can we get dis' gwop?

I thought that I told you from young
"I been whipping this dinner up"
I thought that I told you
"The Judge needs to free all my niggas up!"
I thought that I told you that
"None of my niggas don't give ah fuck"
I thought that I told you
"I eat out in central wit dipper's tucked"
Bro it's Fredo!

I Got some employee's on the payroll
Now they calling me up for ah stage show
Still we're hopping out on deez'
Fuck-boys on da main road
And dem gyal do exactly as I say bro!
I got ah young nigga


And he ain't wit all dat chittah'-chattah'
Watch him draw his rambo
Out and splish-n-splash ya
I'm in my trap spot, I mix whip n' batter
And if you're talking "broke"
That's a different matter
And deez' days bro
I swear to God you can't count on niggas
I got some hungry shooters
I'm bout to drop ah couple ounce' on niggas
And my big batty gyal don't ride da G bro
She bounce ah nigga no rapping nigga
I'm still with waps tryna clap ah nigga
On GD!
And we don't squash beef, dat's neeky
My young bol' riding round wit'
That boomstick tryna street-sweep
That's no lie and big man
You been in the trap since like 0-5
And right now
It's 0-16 and in ya trap you got no pies

Get the Pot aye Bro, can we get the pot?
I got some Penn-Yola can we get it washed?
Can we cook it up? Can we let it lock?
Can we let it dry? Can we get dis' gwop?

I thought that I told you from young
"I been whipping this dinner up"
I thought that I told you
"The Judge needs to free all my niggas up!"
I thought that I told you that
"None of my niggas don't give ah fuck"
I thought that I told you
"I eat out in central wit dipper's tucked"
Bro it's Fredo!

And I'm riding round wit lil
Woo' he just came home
They talk bout racks and they're
Tatted and some 'cain rose
We're 'll selling weight
I'm on Ha'road drinking lemonade
And my shoe bottom like some cherry-aid
He got ah neck shot can we celebrate?
Cuh we taking risk
And if we ain't spending racks
Den' we taping strips
I got it hard and I got it soft
You can take ya pick
And if my shoes don't den my jewels
Is guaranteed to take ya bitch!
Shoutout dem' trap-stars cuh' dem scamming
Niggas just make me sick dere' cheating it
And every week I'm on
Ah opp-block moving devious
Shout my nigga Mitch
Out in Newtown steady squeezing it
When it comes to my phone bro I
Can't lie I'm a fiend for it
You came in the game dancing and singing
You're an idiot
'Dere some wannabe's (Ha ha ha)
I used to have to goto
School in some wallabees
I was 12 when I learned I
Could turn dem into kickers from ah robbery
Bro lifes mad! I was 15 wit ah white pack
And momzy', she didn't like dat
So I had to go stay wit my right hand

Get the Pot aye Bro, can we get the pot?
I got some Penn-Yola can we get it washed?
Can we cook it up? Can we let it lock?
Can we let it dry? Can we get dis' gwop?

I thought that I told you from young
"I been whipping this dinner up"
I thought that I told you
"The Judge needs to free all my niggas up!"
I thought that I told you that
"None of my niggas don't give ah fuck"
I thought that I told you
"I eat out in central wit dipper's tucked"
Bro it's Fredo!