Potato Salad Lyrics
Ayy, you gon` start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, manAWGE in the building, man
What`s good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain`t playing games
But got some lil` niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O`s, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give `em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that`s all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y`all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
I`m alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don`t sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y`all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y`all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap`s and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari`
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, Based
God in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don`t rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain`t a purse, it`s a satchel (At you)
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Bless, at you, nah I ain`t sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don`t clip, you get nip like it`s cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain`t a purse, it`s a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin` and ramblin`
Mumblin and rappin`, mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I`m like Shabazz Palace`s last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab`s labyrinth, word to Kodak`s Black`s Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album skits
Ayo, I`m the channel that you watch, I`m the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I`m handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it`s me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain`t got a flannel as the top
And I`m picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I`m a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain`t animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
K shiz, what up nigga!
