Pots & Pans - REGGIE MILLS, Ski Mask The Slump God, COMETHAZINE

Whoa, sett, yeah, Trae

Damn Trae, Damn Trae

Damn, uh, damn, uh damn, uh

I got two flights, I got jet lag, huh (Sett)

My girl like Nicki, she so bad (Sett)

She throw her ass, call it throw back (Throw back)

Boy, you so broke, you got no cash (Br)

Young Trae a boss in the making, huh

Very Rare, that is the nation, ugh

Bitch, you ain’t loyal, so save it (Save it)

Girl, we just fucking, no dating, yeah

Cut that ho off, she was playing (Playing)

I waited my time, never hated (Yeah)

Look at these pictures I’m painting

Big bucks, like a nigga is Payton

Can’t trust 'em 'cause these niggas be faking

Drive the car, like a nigga speed racing (Bitch, bitch)

I had a bad bitch, and she was Jamaican (Ooh, ooh)

Call up cuzzo, got them choppas, like Haitians (Bitch, bitch)

Bitch, I’m piped up with a MILF (Ho)

30 round drum on that hill (Bitch)

I give no fuck 'bout a bitch, ayy

Only when she lick the dick, ayy

Lil' bitch, don’t choke on my shit (Ho)

Please don’t throw up on my shit (Bitch)

Or I’m emptying the clip (Oh)

OG cookies in the zip (Ho)

Dope slutty ho with a fat ass (Oh)

Smoking the boof, smoking fat gas (Fat, fat)

30 round drum, that’s a fat mag' (Bitch)

Pull up on the block with a Ski Mask (Yeah)

Leave a fuck nigga in a body bag (Yeah)

Leave a fuck nigga with a toe tag (Yeah, yeah)

My guys put beams on your ass (Water)

Walk up in the club, where the hoes at?

Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty

Fuck on that bitch until my balls is (Until my balls is)

Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty

Drink all that cum until my dick is (Until my dick is)

Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, uh (Huh, huh, huh)

Empty, empty, empty, empty (Huh, huh)

And the shoes on me be Fendi

Make her phone home, like I’m E. T

I’m in the cut, like some mince meat

I’m in the lab, like Dee Dee

No Dexter Laboratory

Hop on the beat, feeling geeky

Hop on the beat from Mannie

Fresh bust on the bitch, give her plan B

Boot the bitch up off the candy

Hit on that pussy, like Sammie

Beat it out the park, like Sosa

Home run, home run, home run, home run, home run

Beat it out the park, like Sosa (Like Sosa)

Lil' bitch off the yola (Bitch off the yola)

She coming over, your bitch coming over (Coming over)

500 racks or more, you know, bruh

Ski, what we doing yeah they know, bruh (And they know)

'Zine, sippin lean (Sipping)

Trae (Trae), ooh, you know we flee, yeah (Flee)

Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty

Fuck on that bitch until my balls is (Until my balls is)

Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty

Drink all that cum until my dick is (Until my dick is)

Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, uh

Empty, empty, empty, empty

And the shoes on me be Fendi