Bottom of the Pot E

Let the band play. Skrrt, Skrrt, skrrt. Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors. I drop the top just to let my diamonds Show. We're trying to put on any mini mighty Mo. I pull up, all the kids screaming, "Whoa." They eyes popping, jaws dropping, Looking like they saw a ghost. Red dots on the chops, yeah, my nigga, Them on go. Left the lot, hit the block, Smoke some pot with my bros. Yeah, you know I'ma get it, get it and Go get some more. Hot, Hot, hot, This young nigga hot, uh. Bottom of the pot, yeah. Mr. Shop-A-Lot, yeah. I do what you not, yeah. Pockets full of knots, yeah. My pockets 'bout to pop. Hot, This young nigga hot, uh. Bottom of the pot, yeah. Mr. Shop-A-Lot, yeah. I do what you not, yeah. Pockets full of knots, yeah. My pockets 'bout to pop. It's a bird, it's a plane. Nah, bitch, that's Guap. Getting throwed from a thot, yeah. Ride 'round dodging cop cars. Money long, I came far. Life short, keep my AR. Don't drink but I slang darts. No, we ain't the same, my boy. Playing in a foreign truck. AMG Benz, Tonka toy. All my cars make too much noise. You-you niggas lil' bitty boys. Hit it and you hear the horse. You know that I'm rich, of course. Balling, better check the score. I'm the one these hoes adore. Hot, hot, hot. This young nigga hot, uh. Bottom of the pot, yeah. Mr. Shop-A-Lot, yeah. I do what you not, yeah. Pockets full of knots, yeah. My pockets 'bout to pop. Hot, hot, hot. This young nigga hot, uh. Bottom of the pot, yeah. Mr. Shop-A-Lot, yeah. I do what you not, yeah. Pockets full of knots, yeah. My pockets 'bout to pop. It's a bird, it's a plane. Nah, bitch, that's Guap. Nah, bitch, that's Guap. Nah, bitch, that's Guap.