Pot of Greed
Smokin' on exotic tree
Puffin' on a pot of greed
Always keep a chopper on my hip
Like it's a part of me
Automatic targeting
Tearin' up ya arteries
Rest in piss to greed
We cut the head off left 'em all to bleed
I be in this bitch with a clip
Having sick thoughts
Couple bands on me bag fat
Just like Rick Ross
Y'all done took a big loss
After all that shit talk
Put them in the ground with a grave
They get pissed on
Aghast you a bitch
Why the fuck you in my comments
It's a free beat
Yeah my dick go get off it
Yukes mom is a bitch
Yeah I know this cause she raised one
Pink blood shut the fuck up
You ain't sayin' nothing
If you gotta say something
Say it to my face
Yeah I swear these niggas soft
They be worried bout them plays
They be worried about them numbers
I be worried about my money
Acting like y'all cast spells
You ain't a devil you a dummy
I just thought that shit was funny
And I know it's been awhile
But ya whole clique supported up a
Fuckin' pedophile
Yeah we ain't forget
He was having a e-sex
With a minor
He a sex offender now
And a liar
Imagine if he ain't get exposed
Then y'all niggas would've been clicked up with a pedophile bro
I don't know but we finna let the world know
Fuck greed all y'all niggas is some pussys and some hoes
Smokin' on exotic tree
Puffin' on a pot of greed
Always keep a chopper on my hip
Like it's a part of me
Automatic targeting
Tearin' up ya arteries
Rest in piss to greed
We cut the head off left him all 'em to bleed
Puffin' on a pot of greed
Always keep a chopper on my hip
Like it's a part of me
Automatic targeting
Tearin' up ya arteries
Rest in piss to greed
We cut the head off left 'em all to bleed
I be in this bitch with a clip
Having sick thoughts
Couple bands on me bag fat
Just like Rick Ross
Y'all done took a big loss
After all that shit talk
Put them in the ground with a grave
They get pissed on
Aghast you a bitch
Why the fuck you in my comments
It's a free beat
Yeah my dick go get off it
Yukes mom is a bitch
Yeah I know this cause she raised one
Pink blood shut the fuck up
You ain't sayin' nothing
If you gotta say something
Say it to my face
Yeah I swear these niggas soft
They be worried bout them plays
They be worried about them numbers
I be worried about my money
Acting like y'all cast spells
You ain't a devil you a dummy
I just thought that shit was funny
And I know it's been awhile
But ya whole clique supported up a
Fuckin' pedophile
Yeah we ain't forget
He was having a e-sex
With a minor
He a sex offender now
And a liar
Imagine if he ain't get exposed
Then y'all niggas would've been clicked up with a pedophile bro
I don't know but we finna let the world know
Fuck greed all y'all niggas is some pussys and some hoes
Smokin' on exotic tree
Puffin' on a pot of greed
Always keep a chopper on my hip
Like it's a part of me
Automatic targeting
Tearin' up ya arteries
Rest in piss to greed
We cut the head off left him all 'em to bleed
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Writer(s): Uriah Alenepi
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