nutso thugn - my potna lyrics
[intro]
(who do i trust?) (woah+woah)
(rock) (woah+woah)
(woah+woah)
(woah+woah, woah+woah)
[chorus]
glocks in the attic, you know that we stashin’ (glocks in the attic)
don’t ask for my blunt, n+gga no, i’m not passin’
i stay with my fye, n+gga, why is you askin’?
put that fye on his ass, n+gga, why was you askin’? (why was you askin’?)
play with this sh+t, put n+ggas in caskets (n+ggas in caskets)
my partner, he get it remixed and repackaged
my pocket big, it fold like a fat b+tch
n+gga fake throw, he don’t act sh+t (haha, fake throw)
my partner, he creepin’, he clap sh+t
they fold that boy up like a napkin
[post+chorus]
punch in, punch out, don’t need a pen
work in, work out, n+gga gettin’ it in (gettin’ it in)
my partner bool with fn’s
some l’s, i took ’em to the chin
somehow i just keep comin’ out winnin’
that sh+t that you droppin’, n+gga, know it finished (know it finished)
[verse]
we reel the opps in like we fishin’ (opps in)
i pull up with gang+gang, know we spinnin’
like a bottle top, all my apes spinnin’ (apеs spinnin’)
she want somethin’ to eat, took that lil’ b+tch to dеnny’s (lil’ b+tch to denny’s)
four glocks, four sticks, n+gga, this sh+t with us (four glocks)
you ain’t work for sh+t, you ain’t gettin’ a penny
b+tch, i stay drippin’, n+gga, know that i’m in it (stay drippin’)
your b+tch at the spot, n+gga, know that i’m in it (uh+uh)
that sh+t you talkin’ ’bout don’t phase me
my trap talk brazy, you gotta phase me
perc’ got me scracthin’ just like rabies
had to kick the ho out, she tryna leech on me (get out, get out)
dump the mag, his car on e
young n+gga hop out and pop out on feet
you ain’t ever tell the big boy he can’t eat
one shot to his stomach, now his guts on his feet (buh, buh)
[chorus]
glocks in the attic, you know that we stashin’ (glocks in the attic)
don’t ask for my blunt, n+gga no, i’m not passin’
i stay with my fye, n+gga, why is you askin’?
put that fye on his ass, n+gga, why was you askin’? (why was you askin’?)
play with this sh+t, put n+ggas in caskets (n+ggas in caskets)
my partner, he get it remixed and repackaged
my pocket big, it fold like a fat b+tch
n+gga fake throw, he don’t act sh+t (haha, fake throw)
my partner, he creepin’, he clap sh+t
they fold that boy up like a napkin
[outro]
(punch in, punch out, don’t need a pen)
(work in, work out, n+gga gettin’ it in, gettin’ it in)
(my partner bool with fn’s)
(some l’s, i took ’em to the chin)
(somehow i just keep comin’ out winnin’)
(that sh+t that you droppin’, n+gga, know it finished, know it finished)
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