Key Glock - Bottom of the Pot lyrics
[Key Glock - Bottom of the Pot lyrics]
Let the band play skrrt, skrrt
Yeah yeah, skrrt
Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors
(Butterfly doors)
I drop the top just to let my diamonds show
(Let my diamonds show)
What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
(Miny moe)
I pull up, all the kids screamin', "Whoa"
(Whoa) they eyes poppin’, jaws droppin'
Lookin' like they saw a ghost
Red dots on the chops
Yeah my nigga ’nem on go
Left a lot, hit the block
Smoke some pot with my bros
Yeah, you know I'ma get it, get it in
Go get some more
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah (yeah)
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh (yeah)
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
It's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, bitch, that's Glock, yeah
Gettin' throat from a thot, yeah
Ridin’ ’round dodgin' cop cars
Money long, I came far, life short
Keep my AR don’t drink but I slang dark
No we ain't the same, my boy
Playin' in the foreign truck
AMG Benz Tonka toy
All my cars make too much noise
You niggas lil' bitty boys
Hit it and you hear the horse
You know that I’m rich, of course
Ballin', better check the score
I'm the one these hoes adore
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch
That's Glock
Nah, bitch, that's Glock, nah, bitch
That's Glock
Yeah yeah, skrrt
Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors
(Butterfly doors)
I drop the top just to let my diamonds show
(Let my diamonds show)
What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
(Miny moe)
I pull up, all the kids screamin', "Whoa"
(Whoa) they eyes poppin’, jaws droppin'
Lookin' like they saw a ghost
Red dots on the chops
Yeah my nigga ’nem on go
Left a lot, hit the block
Smoke some pot with my bros
Yeah, you know I'ma get it, get it in
Go get some more
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah (yeah)
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh (yeah)
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
It's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, bitch, that's Glock, yeah
Gettin' throat from a thot, yeah
Ridin’ ’round dodgin' cop cars
Money long, I came far, life short
Keep my AR don’t drink but I slang dark
No we ain't the same, my boy
Playin' in the foreign truck
AMG Benz Tonka toy
All my cars make too much noise
You niggas lil' bitty boys
Hit it and you hear the horse
You know that I’m rich, of course
Ballin', better check the score
I'm the one these hoes adore
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch
That's Glock
Nah, bitch, that's Glock, nah, bitch
That's Glock