Pot Roast lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, kill that motherf*cker talkin' sh*t, y'all know what I'm sayin'? For real
Haters are motivators (sh*t, sh*t), get some motherf*cker paper
sh*t, sh*t (f*ck 'em), for real
sh*t, sh*t, yeah
How many times we gotta come do it? How many come bust they wig? (How many?)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
How many of them live? How many of 'em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty)
This sh*t'll get real, this sh*t is for real (Uh-huh), you n*ggas don't play in the field (Don't do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don't pump-fake, and don't you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot 'em, I make sure they dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (Yeah), they know I'm 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
n*gga, you tryin', you dyin' (You dyin'), disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that sh*t like committin' a crime (Yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (Nah)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
We get money 'round here, pus*y n*gga, so don't get this sh*t confused
n*gga be thinkin' we don't play with them tools, like how I'm playin' 'round with these blues
n*gga be steppin' on sh*t in the Loubs (Steppers, haha, rich steppers, rich shooters)
Can 12 get off my di*k? No stoppin' (Yeah)
Hate when these f*ck n*ggas out here be watchin'
Call these n*ggas 12, they like detectives
n*gga be plottin' and watchin', it's extra
n*gga be switchin' and b*tchin', it's pressure
n*gga ain't shootin', ain't applyin' no pressure (b*tch)
f*ck wrong with 'em? They cannot stop me, they know I'm too extra (Nah)
Boy, you too broke and you talkin' 'bout pressure (You broke)
Got a new shooter, I'm ready to test you (Shooters, I got 'em), for real
Got so many, they do what I say so (Got so many they do what I say so), for real
Unknown shooter, I got him in ClayCo (Unknown shooter, I got him in, huh?), yeah
I got some n*ggas on the West (Yeah)
I got some shooters on the East, who the f*ck? Slime ain't runnin' these streets
[Chorus: Young Nudy & Key Glock]
How many of them live? How many of 'em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty)
This sh*t'll get real, this sh*t is for real (Uh-huh), you n*ggas don't play in the field (Don't do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don't pump-fake, and don't you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot 'em, I make sure they dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (Yeah), they know I'm 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
n*gga, you tryin', you dyin' (You dyin'), disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that sh*t like committin' a crime (Yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers (Everybody steppers), no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (Nah, nah)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Real deal Holyfield, n*ggas bologna (Yeah)
They call me Glock, you can get it, you want it (Fah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I keep it on me, show me my opponent (b*tch, what's up? Uh)
Short lil' thick b*tch, My Little Pony (Yeah)
She tryna ride this thing like Coney Island, if I'm drivin' in it, I own it (Yeah, I own that b*tch, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
These rap n*ggas Jabronies, they cappin' and lyin' up on they dead homies
They cappin' and lyin' 'bout everything they do (They do)
I dare you to reach for these jewels (Jewels)
I pop your ass just like a pimple (Bah, bah)
I make the situation cool (Cool) down
Then turn around and spin 'em, yeah (Bah, bah)
Shrimp ass n*ggas, I grill 'em (Grill 'em)
I don't play by no rules
Hell nah, these racks won't bend up (Bend up)
Hell yeah, these hoes gon' choose (Choose)
Hell yeah, I keep that tool (Tool)
Hell nah, can't go like that (Like that)
No lackin', I can't snooze (Can't snooze)
Ayy, ask yourself this question
[Chorus: Young Nudy & Key Glock]
How many of them live? How many of 'em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty, back to they kids, huh)
This sh*t'll get real, this sh*t is for real (Uh-huh), you n*ggas don't play in the field (Don't do it, nah)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don't pump-fake, and don't you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot 'em, I make sure they dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (Yeah), they know I'm 4L, I'm slime for mine (4L)
n*gga, you tryin', you dyin' (You dyin'), disrespectin' the gang, you got to know, that sh*t like committin' a crime (Yeah, yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (Nah)