Potty Trained lyrics

[Intro]
Ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha (Michigan Meech)
Duh
Shut up
Hmm

[Verse]
Pockets sh*tty, pendants p*ssy, they think I ain't potty trained
Pop the pus*y, perping like it's smoke then turned them zotti strain
Mike Amiri pockets fat as f*ck, they might get body shamed
b*tch, I play with pieces, I'm in-store using somebody name
Them ain't the tires, I done made yo b*tch screech in the Demon
Might be a desert but I'm still looking sleeves out in Phoenix
Drop out but when it come to game, I can teach, I'm a genius
Worried 'bout my health, pockets obese and my pieces anemic
Future bright as f*ck, might blind a ho, I up a crystal ball
All that f*cking plan, bet militia put that sh*t on pause
Doggy got the wackest jumper, sent some shots and brick them all
Funny if I call my pits, I bet you don't get hit with paws
I call doggy "Skip" 'cause I'm the reason he see bae less
Ripped off my Amiris, I might give yo b*tch a taste test
I'm the type to beat the odds every time they place bets
Brody strapped, he quick to pop a pus*y, boy, that's safe sex
Could pull a rabbit out my hat, b*tch, I be working magic
I might pull up, give him fifty like I'm Curtis Jackson
This b*tch want my all but she ain't worth a fraction
We be shooting sh*t like Michael Bay, b*tch, we prefer the action
I be going through sh*t, I can't go around
Mike Amiri, Marni got yo ho aroused
Say it's up with us, you know it's on the ground
I ain't fighting, with yo b*tch the only time I'm going rounds
Sitting back thinking 'bout my life, this b*tch beautiful
Must be dumb thinking I'm gon' fight, b*tch, I'm shooting you
You ain't sucking di*k? You ain't my type, b*tch, it's toodeloo
Members only, b*tch, my circle tight like a hula hoop
Bro gon' catch a opp and hit his bucket, we ain't shooting hoops
Dogging out the 'Vette, they think I'm racing, how I do the coupe
I thought he was plugged in with the source, he must've blew a fuse
If I take off in this UFO, I'm going to the moon
f*ck a tour, I'm giffy tripping, took a Sprinter coast to coast
Tortoise and the Hare, remember when they said my motion slow
All this f*cking water on my neck, I might just soak a ho
Rich as f*ck, we tapping double cups, done made a toast to pros
We got all this bread around, I think my baby's loafing though
When Militia winning, they gon' act like they don't know the score
I done made the wave around this b*tch, I see 'em rowing boats
Destined for greatness, I really feel like I was 'posed to blow
[Outro]
b*tch, Dog $hit Militia