Kid Global - Pot Still Hot

Yeah the pot still hot
28 Grams in the pot get dropped
Baking soda hit it, yeah the pot still hot
Throw the ice on top, and the pot gon' clot
19 Hit em yeah the glock still hot
Real hot boy bitch, yeah the block still hot
Whipping up the yola, yeah the pot still hot
Throw the ice on top and the pot gon clot

Pot still hot where the cooks at
Got the white girl and they ain't ever look back
Kenmore stove making magic and he shook back
Whole house get to smelling like cooked crack
Put it in a pyrex you know it's bout to sell
Straight drop in the pot bitch you know it never fails
3.5 Nigga weigh it on the scale
Eight ball get em gone, they deliver like the mail
Trap house booming like they back in 05
Making plays in the hood on a flip phone
Four x black tee, with a AR-15 in the back
In case a nigga wanna get wrong
Say they buy em overseas
Now they flooded with them keys
Pure white that'll open up the door for 'em
Nigga disrespect the team bust him on gp
Fuck nigga better have some to show for it
You ain't making no noise
Cartel world nigga put it on a banner
Got my cap to the back when i'm riding on candler
Really putting on I don't do it for the cameras
I'ma eastside nigga, it ain't nothing I can't handle
Making plays wit da gang since '09
High rise dope vibe, with a dope ride
Ain't no limit lil bitch they go the whole nine
Toting 4 glocks, 4 nines, and a 4-5

Yeah the pot still hot
28 Grams in da pot get dropped
Baking soda hit it, yeah the pot still hot
Throw the ice on top, and the pot gon' clot
19 Hit em yeah the glock still hot
Real hot boy bitch, yeah the block still hot
Whipping up the yola, yeah the pot still hot
Throw the ice on top and the pot gon clot

Money stacked sitting real tall
Bricks coming in on the haul
Better know they getting sold
Got to eat so he do it for the cause
20 Year sentence in your drawls
And you better not fold
Got the 18 wit him
Pack touchdown on the 18 wheeler
Got 18 shooters, that's 18 killers
Way before the nigga turned 18
Bitch he cooked 18 chickens
Celly still ringing, juugs on the phone
Glock still singing, pots on the stove
Phone line jumping send a dot, get em gone
He don't send it by nine, then his top getting blown
Hoes on the ave at the spot getting throwed
Screaming fuck 12 cause the shop don't close
Big dawgs copping more blocks than the pros
With the loaded four-four and the watch on froze
Get it how I live, but the plan ain't devious
Shout out to the ones making plays out of CVS
Jumping out the box, but the journey ain't tedious
Just getting started nigga, they ain't even see me yet
Bringing out the wolves like Rubio
(Gone)
Playing with them birds like Julio
(Jones)
Hit it with the stamps like Coolio
Got the bass going dumb in the studio

Yeah the pot still hot
28 Grams in da pot get dropped
Baking soda hit it, yeah the pot still hot
Throw the ice on top, and the pot gon' clot
19 Hit em yeah the glock still hot
Real hot boy bitch, yeah the block still hot
Whipping up the yola, yeah the pot still hot
Throw the ice on top and the pot gon clot

Written by:
Jordan Mason

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