Potty Mouth (feat. HunnidBall, Swayshon, Que Money & Deanoboyyoucrazy)

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that
I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax
Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max
Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth
Big Poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher
Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself
Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell

Drunk off that Paul, bitch, you know that I'm groovin'
I'm off of a bean, ooh, you know I'm pursuin'
Ain't no one like me, but care how I'm movin'
The way that I talk, bitches love how I do it
Do it, she steady choosin' the way I fuck her so good
She be comin' through and gettin' dicked down
Plenty rounds, she nasty, way, she always make sounds
She only with me cause she see me in my lane now
Hey now, wait, just watch how I bang out
Where was you at, shit, you all in my face now
Askin' these questions, informants, you stay round
Ain't do no talkin', I'm callin' my fade out

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that
I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax
Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max
Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth
Big poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher
Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself
Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell

She was down to fuck, I'm the type to push my luck
If rap don't work, then we back to sellin' drugs
Remember them days when they'd never showed me love
Gary Payton, with your bitch, I had to wear a glove
I ain't worried bout relationships, I need my money
I hit the game winner like my name Robert Horry
I'm in this girl house everyday like I'm Cory
She my bottom bitch, she just bring me back the money
Whoa, need another bitch like I'm Deano
I'm up late night, but this ain't Jay Leno
She was livin' in Sac, now she strippin' out Reno
Cashin' out the checks, boy, you know I got the cheat code

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that
I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax
Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max
Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth
Big Poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher
Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself
Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell

I'm not a playboy, but I need a Cardi
Fuck a Jag, I'ma pull up in a Rari
Bad bitch, and she ride me like a Harley
Shootin' movies in Sac, Rob Marley
Caught him lackin' on live, iCarly
My white boy wanna beam, it makes him gnarly
I'm gettin' money, I'm not comin' to your party
Bruh, still makin' music, bitch, you sorry
Yeah, you really suck
I'm done playin' with you niggas, y'all ran out of luck
I need a Rari, but I also need a Bentley truck
Stand up like I'm Chris with my heater tucked

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that
I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax
Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max
Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth
Big Poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher
Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself
Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell

Ooo wee, goddamn
You already know, gettin' money the plan
Like Swayshon said, you bitches all been a fan
Young TiLT made the beat, so you know it's gon' cram
If you need some money, hit Que and follow his steps
Cause we all about the green like we play for the Jets
Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' it now
Bitch, I'm a king, so you gotta bow down
She said, Deano, you it, but not the clown
Music Like Verizon, lil bitch, you hear me now
Been quiet for way too long, gotta show out
Fuck with the real, you squares gotta move around, lil hoe

This nigga started runnin' when I told his ass I need that
I'm on his head like some dreads, but I ain't beeswax
Glick in the left, glick in the right, feel like Mad Max
Way too fast, so I said, fuck it, shot his kneecaps

Shit talker, my mama said I got a potty mouth
Big Poppa, but bitch you better not call me Christopher
Pull up, bounce out, and watch the whip, park itself
Would've bapped off this Clicquot I'm drunk as hell