Lyrics Burna Bandz – At The Pot

At the pot with my wrist and I’ma get it
Trap house fitness, rob a nigga for a pigeon
How you feeling? How you feeling?
With some young wild niggas they gon’ spill ’em

Hunnid milly, that was the vision, ay, ay
I was on a mission, yeah, yeah
We ride with the stank shit, yeah, yeah
At me at mention, nah
Just keep the streets, yeah
I ride with this heat box
She pull up and leave you, pull up and leave you

She like my demeanor, ay
She know I don’t need her, yeah
Just copped a new freezer, ay
Cold feet gon’ freeze up
That’s why I don’t hang with them
These niggas, they dangerous
Only hang around ganging up
Put a nigga on the pay for them

Put a nigga on the pavement
Niggas’ bitches makin’ statements
Free my niggas fighting cases
He want the world, this ain’t it
We’ll be shootin’ ’bout four clips
Pop around like who is this?
He ain’t have it, he a goner
Pookie shooting, he goin’ swish

Uh, uh, heard ’em niggas envision, yeah

Moncler, Moncler
Winter trapping in my Moncler
Now we eat steak and lobster
Do a nigga with my wasp, yeah
Death for sauna, you already know how I’m rockin’
We don’t have nothing in common
Pull up to the scene and I’m saucin’

Are you stupid? On me that I’m wassin’
Like a mirror, my jacket, my cars run
Shoot shit, we ain’t with the talkin’
And these diamonds, they hit ’em like Hawkins
Runnin’ it up and it stop ’em
I’m in the bando with Kobe
Four and a half to a nine
Five bands off a OZ

And we somewhere near your street
Traffic light, no we don’t sleep
Catch ’em lackin’ while they’re cozy
My youngin driller, keep it lowkey
Compact burner, don’t approach me
This ain’t a game like Sony
Free stacks and scream free Homie
And I’m still screaming free thirty

Uh, uh, heard ’em niggas envision, yeah
Heard ’em niggas envision, yeah
Heard ’em niggas envision, yeah
Goin’ hard we gon’ get it, yeah
Goin’ hard we gon’ get it
So real shit I’m leaning, ay
Pop me a perc, I don’t feel it, ay

Moncler, Moncler
Winter trapping in my Moncler
Now we eat steak and lobster
Do a nigga with my wasp, yeah
Death for sauna, you already know how I’m rockin’
We don’t have nothing in common
Pull up to the scene and I’m saucin’

At the pot with my wrist and I’ma get it
Trap house fitness, rob a nigga for a pigeon
How you feeling? How you feeling?
With some young wild niggas they gon’ spill ’em
Ain’t no healing, DOA and then we dippin’
Roll the dice, you know we risk it

Hunnid milli, that was the vision, ay, ay
I was on a mission, yeah, yeah
We ride with the stank shit, yeah, yeah
At me at mention, nah
Just keep the streets, yeah
I ride with this heat box
She pull up and leave you, pull up and leave you