Pot Roast Lyrics by Young Nudy feat. Key Glock from Gumbo is a newly released English song produced by Pi’erre Bourne. The latest song Pot Roast lyrics is written by Young Nudy, Pi’erre Bourne & Key Glock. The song was published on 28th February 2023.
Pot Roast Song Details:
| Song: | Pot Roast |
| Singer(s): | Young Nudy feat. Key Glock |
| Album: | Gumbo |
| Produced by: | Pi’erre Bourne |
| Written by: | Young Nudy, Pi’erre Bourne & Key Glock |
| Label: | Young Nudy |
Pot Roast Lyrics
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, I’ma kill that muhfucka talkin’ shit, y’all know what I’m sayin’? For real
Y’all need some motivators (Shit, shit), get some muhfuckin’ paper
Shit, shit (Fuck ’em), for real
Shit, shit, yeah
How many times we gotta come do it? How many come bust they wig? (How many?)
How many of them live? How many of ’em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty)
This shit’ll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don’t play in the field (Don’t do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don’t pump-fake, and don’t you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot ’em, I make sure they dyin’
They know that I’m ridin’ (Yeah), they know I’m 4L, I’m slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin’, you dyin’ (You dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that shit like committing a crime (Yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin’ whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (Nah)
We get money ’round here, pussy nigga, [?], shit confused
Nigga be thinkin’ we don’t play with them tools, [?] playin’ ’round with these blues
Nigga be steppin’ on shit in the Loubs (Steppers, rich shooter)
Tell 12 to get off my dick, hate when these fuck niggas be watchin’
Call these niggas 12, they like detectives, nigga be plottin’ and watchin’, it’s extra
Nigga be switchin’ and bitchin’, it’s pressure, nigga ain’t shootin’, ain’t applyin’ no pressure (Bitch)
Fuck wrong with ’em? They cannot stop me, they know I’m too extra (Nah)
Why you too broke and you talkin’ ’bout pressure? (You broke) Got a new shooter I’m ready to test you (I got ’em)
For real, I got so many, they do what I say so (Got so many they do what I say so)
For real, I know a shooter, I got him in ClayCo (I know a shooter, I got him in, huh?), yeah
I got some niggas on the west (Yeah), I got some shooters on the east, who the fuck? Slime ain’t runnin’ these streets
How many of them live? How many of ’em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty)
This shit’ll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don’t play in the field (Don’t do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don’t pump-fake, and don’t you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot ’em, I make sure they dyin’
They know that I’m ridin’ (Yeah), they know I’m 4L, I’m slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin’, you dyin’ (You dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that shit like committing a crime (Yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin’ whoever, everybody steppers (Everybody steppers), no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (Nah, nah)
Real deal Holyfield, niggas bologna (Yeah)
They call me Glock, you can get it, you wanted (Fah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I keep it on me, show me my opponent (Bitch, what’s up? Uh)
Short lil’ thick bitch, My Little Pony (Yeah)
She tryna ride this thing like Coney Island, if I’m drivin’ in it, I own it (Yeah, I own that bitch, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
These rap niggas Jabronies, they cappin’ and lyin’ up on they dead homies
They cappin’ and lyin’ ’bout everything they do (They do)
I dare you to reach for these jewels (Jewels)
I pop your ass just like a pimple (Bah, bah)
I make the situation cool (Cool) down, then turn around and spin ’em, yeah (Bah, bah)
Shrimp ass niggas, I grill ’em (Grill ’em), I don’t play by no rules
Hell nah, these racks won’t bend up, hell yeah, these hoes gon’ choose (Choose)
Hell yeah, I keep that tool (Tool), hell nah, can’t go like that (Like that)
No lackin’, I can’t snooze, ain’t ask yourself this question
How many of them live? How many of ’em made it home? Back to they kids (Not plenty, Back to they kids, huh)
This shit’ll get real, this shit is for real (Uh-huh), you niggas don’t play in the field (Don’t do it, nah)
You play with the fire, you better use it (Use it), don’t pump-fake, and don’t you abuse it (Nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime, I pull up and shoot ’em, I make sure they dyin’
They know that I’m ridin’ (Yeah), they know I’m 4L, I’m slime for mine (4L)
Nigga, you tryin’, you dyin’ (You dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that shit like committing a crime (Yeah, yeah), yeah
You got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (Uh-huh)
Killin’ whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (Nah)