JoJo, TPL, O’mizz - Potion lyrics

Yo, 3lack, what the hell man?

Clips and sabers, armed and dangerous
Spin it and do him at neighbors
All of this verbal, your block be vacant
Bro caught one, left his T-shirt painted
RIP, slap that one at the skating
Yo lil' bro get round, tape it
Make it back to the ends, no waitin'
Sauce him, sauce him up like one pizza
Opps that run, remind me of Kreepa
Running from me, don't trip on your sneaker
Put him on a TV, blue peter
This one here might wake up the residents
Caught Sava and he was moving hesitant
Bleach that blade, get rid of thе evidence
That day should havе bun up a president
Boy got lucky and he called mizz

Sip that lean, there's kidneys weak
Yeah plus accounting this bells
Man apart of my weed, cah it taste so sweet
This potion feels like a spell
So high in the sky, never took that flight
So ask how the paigons felt
Might flip me a pack, little 9 in the trap
Bag it up, no time for a scale

We don't hit high notes like Adele
I swear shh cried in the sight of Jojo
On the roads, never lose my mojo
Broke my hand, Dsavv held a coco
And I heard them sides is a no go
Two waps up, in a stolen polo
Long pole like I'm doing up pole vault
Olympic chingin'
You was worth that poke poke
What, you want you a deal?
Meet me at Tesco, bit's and bobs
See I got all you want
I'ma take that drink
Guess it came with a meal
3 for the pigs, what a pretty good deal
Pebble down packs, distribute to the cats
My weed line, jump jump, acrobat
In and out of the flats, post up with an axe
Trappy Jo from young, that's facts

Sip that lean, there's kidneys weak
Yeah plus accounting this bells
Man apart of my weed, cah it taste so sweet
This potion feels like a spell
So high in the sky, never took that flight
So ask how the paigons felt
Might flip me a pack, little 9 in the trap
Bag it up, no time for a scale

My bro loco, wants nothing but violence
Got a 9 of course it's firing
Catch him in sight and light him light him
Bark some teeth, made the teeth dem bine him
How you come to my block
With them dodgy shells
We rid to your block, had you dodging shells
Hot like hell
Aim for his head how we miss that tell
Talking tough, don't talk too much
Four in the ride tryna get some touched
Hornsey gang imma take your lunch
HSG imma take your cheddar
Wave this sammy I feel like shredder
Tryna put holes in and out his sweater
That's blood and feathers
4x4 and it's filled with terrors
Bro we way too tapped
Screaming out where they at, where they at
Vikings, we attack, ray ray got the roads
So I pattern the trap
When I slide them sides only need one wap
Two shanks in the ride, things
Three in the back
4 in the mash, weren't filled to the max
5 nights soon we'll leave him khalased
Hope he don't respawn like Eddie or Fads

Sip that lean, there's kidneys weak
Yeah plus accounting this bells
Man apart of my weed, cah it taste so sweet
This potion feels like a spell
So high in the sky, never took that flight
So ask how the paigons felt
Might flip me a pack, little 9 in the trap
Bag it up, no time for a scale