Lyrics Pots & Pans - REGGIE MILLS, Ski Mask The Slump God, COMETHAZINE

Pots & Pans

Whoa, sett, yeah, Trae
Damn Trae, Damn Trae
Damn, uh, damn, uh damn, uh
I got two flights, I got jet lag, huh (Sett)
My girl like Nicki, she so bad (Sett)
She throw her ass, call it throw back (Throw back)
Boy, you so broke, you got no cash (Br)
Young Trae a boss in the making, huh
Very Rare, that is the nation, ugh
Bitch, you ain’t loyal, so save it (Save it)
Girl, we just fucking, no dating, yeah
Cut that ho off, she was playing (Playing)
I waited my time, never hated (Yeah)
Look at these pictures I’m painting
Big bucks, like a nigga is Payton
Can’t trust 'em 'cause these niggas be faking
Drive the car, like a nigga speed racing (Bitch, bitch)
I had a bad bitch, and she was Jamaican (Ooh, ooh)
Call up cuzzo, got them choppas, like Haitians (Bitch, bitch)
Bitch, I’m piped up with a MILF (Ho)
30 round drum on that hill (Bitch)
I give no fuck 'bout a bitch, ayy
Only when she lick the dick, ayy
Lil' bitch, don’t choke on my shit (Ho)
Please don’t throw up on my shit (Bitch)
Or I’m emptying the clip (Oh)
OG cookies in the zip (Ho)
Dope slutty ho with a fat ass (Oh)
Smoking the boof, smoking fat gas (Fat, fat)
30 round drum, that’s a fat mag' (Bitch)
Pull up on the block with a Ski Mask (Yeah)
Leave a fuck nigga in a body bag (Yeah)
Leave a fuck nigga with a toe tag (Yeah, yeah)
My guys put beams on your ass (Water)
Walk up in the club, where the hoes at?
Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty
Fuck on that bitch until my balls is (Until my balls is)
Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty
Drink all that cum until my dick is (Until my dick is)
Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, uh (Huh, huh, huh)
Empty, empty, empty, empty (Huh, huh)
And the shoes on me be Fendi
Make her phone home, like I’m E. T
I’m in the cut, like some mince meat
I’m in the lab, like Dee Dee
No Dexter Laboratory
Hop on the beat, feeling geeky
Hop on the beat from Mannie
Fresh bust on the bitch, give her plan B
Boot the bitch up off the candy
Hit on that pussy, like Sammie
Beat it out the park, like Sosa
Home run, home run, home run, home run, home run
Beat it out the park, like Sosa (Like Sosa)
Lil' bitch off the yola (Bitch off the yola)
She coming over, your bitch coming over (Coming over)
500 racks or more, you know, bruh
Ski, what we doing yeah they know, bruh (And they know)
'Zine, sippin lean (Sipping)
Trae (Trae), ooh, you know we flee, yeah (Flee)
Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty
Fuck on that bitch until my balls is (Until my balls is)
Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty
Drink all that cum until my dick is (Until my dick is)
Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, uh
Empty, empty, empty, empty
And the shoes on me be Fendi