MAD POTENT

TippinCanoes on the beat, tippin’ canoes like the beat

So kick it, don’t trip on the mission cause bitches get shooed who be slippin’ like shoes on the feet

Pricks need like 2 centipedes to get 1 leg up, comissioner doing the things

And whippin’ a coupe down the street instead of an Uber this week

Gunnin’ for that cash bonus, you know that I have motives, prolly gotta back me or they’ll crack you if you backboneless

And I have a faction that'll smack you if you act bogus

And if I ain’t have the basement, I’d be homeless in a way that’s mad potent

Better amass doses, deliver the mail just like they called yo ass Coleman

Shawty might need 3 Ds, because with that peach, she must be in shape

Speeding up to her base, girl, tell me why can’t you feed me some of that cake

Haters see me gunnin’ at snakes and still the feel the need to repeat the others’ mistakes

Like I be recoverin’ lames’ careers and they ain’t even gimme a GG, love you, or thanks

Hoe shaking, I’m callin’ all vibrations on yo mama’s bottom space then

But still dismaying like all of the top consolidaters, go against a monologuing hater

Who was taught to dodge damnation talkin’ domination and plotting some lawless operations

Step in a Taco John’s location and wait till the imposter’s not, like, payin’

Any attention, downloaded the service app and the server crashed, better circle back

I saw the candle draw a shadow and burn the wax, I have to return the stacks

Cause it’s a cruel/accrual world, like TurboTax, you prolly sounded an Amber alert when you Heard the facts/fax,

In other words I’m saying you surely crapped, now you marryin’ hate like Shirley Capp

Ain't no blockin’ me, keep a rod at my side, so if you ain’t with me then hop

Like this is hip hop, boutta lift wallets for dimes, opps like to fuck men and fondle their thighs

Mock me for not being coin wise, but hopefully my bank account’ll be on the damn rise

Pacify the Earth, kick out the rivals and leave em in parts so they die

Watch them get cucked, think they drifting above till we burning their ego

And they burst, cause not only am I hurting them, I’m also hurting their credo

No chance testing the Glock, look, we don’t witness yo ass switch

When you lack sense, and lack cents, if you can’t sense it out then you lack scents

Cause like I said before, y’all some bum ass, clown ass, lame ass bitches, y’all some punk ass, weak ass, gay ass bitches

Y’all some cuck ass, 2 inch cane ass bitches, buncha dumbass, wack ass, snake ass bitches

Let’s do one lap round the race track, dimwit, Ima run fast, you can’t make that distance

Call me The Flash, Ima blaze past nitwits, like some fun grass when I crave that spliff, bitch

And you know that I ain’t lyin’-ing

But they still went and grabbed the spike and tried to snap my spine with ease

And let the Chevron pour and set it all on fire, we stepping on it and surviving, the

Opps hunting for the plate when it’s bare, they coasted outta time or steam