Potter Payper Cats Eyes
[Verse 1]
You know where to find me
I'm in the six, I'm raw just like the shine B
I'm in the mix and you should see my homie's timepiece
It's in the wrist, I've got this flicky on me, try me
I'll leave you pissed and you know you ain't about that life G
You'd probably snitch, these days they don't build 'em like me
I wish they did and I don't front on all these rap songs
I need a brick, they know I ain't a cunt where I'm from
I'm with the shits and I'm just tryna get my stash long
If that's wrong then what's this? Tryna get these packs gone
These packs gone, re-up again, best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here, best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here
[Hook]
So f..ck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game f..cked up man, it looks dead in there
So f..ck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game f..cked up man, it looks dead in there
[Verse 2]
I ain't slim but I'm the shadiest
I think I'm Biggaveli, I'm the waviest
I've got all this weed smoke all in my radius
And she don't know my name, she knows my alias
We're some trap gods, trap aliens
No deal and im a major then
See real jiggas, ain't no changing them
My G's up in this Old Bailey then
We're Beanie Sigel, we so A.B.M
Mateley on dole like Mash and Lex and them
I'm about some cheques, let's get some cheques in then
I'm about some cheques, let's get some cheques in then
Til I'm PP, slumdog millionaire
[Hook]
So f..ck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game f..cked up man, it looks dead in there
Rap game f..cked up man, it looks dead in there
[Verse 3]
So you saw us backday
On a bus backday on a Titch ting
I had a burner in my rucksack day
Tryna touch man's face on a big ting
Kettles had me gassed them days
Look at what the system raised
Blinded by whips and chains
Same book, different page
[Hook]
So f..ck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game f..cked up man, it looks dead in there
So f..ck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game f..cked up man, it looks dead in there
[Verse 4]
I'm back and I've got TT
My soldiers out here for like three weeks
You getting money, you don't need sleep
But most can't hack it, this the mean streets
I'm blowing loud, I'm such a weed freak
My brudda chop it down and deal leaf
These trappers put my shit on repeat
And now they say I'm what the streets need
So how's it feel? How's it feel to be real?
Clearly I'm sick, how does it feel to be ill?
Well I can't tell, what do you mean you can't tell?
Shit I've been like this since Kenan & Kel
I was out on the road, had to see for myself
[Hook]
So f..ck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game f..cked up man, it looks dead in there
So f..ck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game f..cked up man, it looks dead in there
