Potent Lyrics

I pull up on that scene to be seen, I pull up on that scene to be seen

I pull up on that scene to be seen, I pull up on that scene to be seen

I'm stayin' low-key until you wanna see me

Hit the stage and grant your wish like I was a genie

Or hit your block, black gloves, black hood and beanie

A red dot, mark the spot, let it go and then we out

Don't you worry bout what's in my baggie

It keep me happy, my bands be saggin', I'll show you gladly

I pack the magnum, bitch, all you get is dick

Haters get the four, four revolver, fuck a clip

Bustin' at your click, leave no shells that's evidence

Either way I'm comin' quick, I'm with this shit

Hit that fist and through the window

At the tempo, vibin' like a biffle

Keep it simple, no riddle, no metaphor

Got a problem at your door, nigga

I say I wiggle, it's weird to have her on the force

Nigga, there's nothing like some good

Head good, pussy good, coke and trees

And that money, that money, and don't forget that money

That money, that money

I pull up on that scene to be seen

Recipe, got drank in one hand, a blunt up in the other

What's the point of a whole grab if you ain't got that garlic butter

So stir and cook, a E-Daddy, beat like Rupert Ray

The rap game, you know the name, I got a bad age to handle the business, man

X-Ray the recipe, that's what it is, man

Put it in a pot and whip it up like gumbo

Prime size on jumbo, blue cheese or blue dream

They both get crumble, crumble

No monkey business about my Gouda

Let me get away, and I'm tucked away

Somewhere in the Bermuda, and it's quick, fast, in a hurry

Not talkin' about me, it's like talkin' about Goose

Say what I'm listenin', hurry

My six-teens got six-teens, variety packs

I spits them in a flurry

We tryin' to eat, man, we tryin' to eat, man

Five courses, don't forget that California tax, man

I pull up on that scene to be seen

I'm the product of a winning generation

Even that shit can't rush greatness

Keep positive thoughts in rotation

Mentally, I'm everywhere, that's my location

Got a girl now, no masturbation

She don't wanna hear me rhyme to the occasion

Livin' life like I'm on vacation

Star in me, look, please keep gaugin' it

Champs in town, I'm the king

Gotta show off before I hit the ring

Livin' it up like life's a dream

On top like crock, cause I'm the cream

They don't want none, but I'ma let them have it

Like Kevin Durant in the court makin' baskets

Pre-game workout, that's a habit

Every time I shoot it looks so automatic

Send a bank, call me old money

Still in the game, still so hungry

Heads to the throne in the whole country

All quests to get all the gold they stole from me

Aw yeah, I'm on one

Feel good, get this song done

Almost feel as good as an eel

When you about to come, I need a freak

I need a beat, I need the hate

Jumpin' out your seat

I let the haters hate

Cause when they hate, they really cheer for me

I pull up on that scene to be seen

Yeah, you can go and see my potency

My poetry is dope for me

My quotes are like some dope to fiends

They smoke and leave with broken spleen

My recipe is weaponry

And specialty is gas cap

Breathlessly bring death to thee

And wreck loosely

Go past that

Only where the cash at

Crack lanes, my bars are cake

Send a whole rap game

And every day is Father's Day

Cream on the line

I'ma be on time

Servin' shit

Words are lit

Like a neon sign

Yeah, I'm bossin' with the bands

Spittin' caution to the wind

Shovin' at these points

And I toss it for the win

Workin' all the fake

And the boss is at the end

And I'm workin' through the hate

Fill my pockets up

Yeah, I had to strike on simple men

William Wallace stuck

Baggin' pipes

No swizzlin'

I'm real and I'm prepared for it

Drillin' and they scared of it

Killin' with no ceilings

And they feelin's like a therapist

I'm infield like second base

Facts I'll take your breath away

Keep it loud

Spittin' raps to the sounds that are weapon type

I pull up on that scene to be seen