Potter Payper - VOTS Freestyle lyrics

Uh, I could tell you tales
'bout my dirty crack pot
Or me and Zino schemin' on a mans crop
Find it all hanging man we hit the jackpot
You's a gang rapper bro
You're just a mascot
Music weren't paying I was getting hands on
Til I was on a visit
Just getting bashed off like
Shit, the things I do for the block
And these man just love to
Spread rumours a lot
And she's a real bitch she plays Mover a lot
P's about what he raps
But they're usually not
All this liquor gets spilt for my dead bros
Cah round 'ere we just ice out edge notes
Round 'ere we just ride out press pose
Yeah I'm modern but we're mobbing
Like the West Coast
I got the 32 on me looking retro
I'll leave you underground like the Metro
Sixty three grams in my Pyrex bowl
I'm putting dinner on the road Al Fresco
And I've been bout it from the get go
RIP Pedro, old school shooter like Crespo
I've done it on my pedals I've
Done it on my ten toes
Never use majja never use Benzo
Weed in the tent grow, I be in a bando
Still I hate the stench though
Mazza where my head goes
Pick with a red nose
Smile stash stress loads
Rings and my neck froze, always got endo
Never get friendzoned
I just want a Mac 11 With a extendo
I said I just want a
Yo, they say they want the old me back
But the old me's tapped
I got bruddas tryna hold me back
My OG was a cokehead
He never broke bread but least he
Let me hold his strap
Got jerked for his food, can't phone me back
No bossey chat cuh it is what it is
G I rap what I do, I spit what I live
Cuh my lice love hate like
When Paddy done Nij
I just answer the phone like
My name's Terry Tibbs put this 9 on spin
That's a quick twenty quid
I'm chinkz drugs off the rip
Got my gun in my pocket not my hip I
Leave you on a drip suttin' silly on a drip
And I always go equipped
Tryna make him go a kip
In this ding dong Volvo, moving like CID's
Gotta double check the insho
I gotta ask Mid don't know
Where you got your info
Them man are our kids
Friends and money can't mix in the long run
I've been drinking and I'm on one
With the wrong one
I said you with the wrong one
POTT when it comes to OT I'm OTT
So am I just a bad boy really
Cuh I don't want no funny boys near me
She call me Frankie baby Francis O'Leary
Remember that night when it
Could've gone nearly
Yeah you're alright but your
Raps it's all theory
Me it's from the heart you
Know I mean it sincerely
Like free Muni, free Siri
I swear I felt my heart break, like
Me and Laddy in the white Range, like
Me and Bush on the live stage, like
Me and Flex that was school days
Pound up in the hallways
Neighbours always used to call jakes
Trapped up in my North Face, shit
Came for a sixteenth but
He bought four eighths