Lyrics 23 - Slimeroni

I can't take my wrist up out of the pot
I been cooking up
I'm getting hot
You can't never trick me out of my spot
Shitting on niggas give me a pot
It's pretty lonely when you at the top
23 throwing shots at the opps
Fuck these niggas
Get lost and kick rocks
Pussy niggas on my dick
Suck a cock

Bitch I'm heating up
Turn up the flame
Cashing in and out of the bank
Niggas wanna fuck with me and they can't
All salty won't make shit shake
Don't know me but speak on my name
Doing bitch shit
Niggas so lame
Could've wild out but i been tame
Mane the lengths folks going for fame
These rappers not hot as me
Popping way back at club odessy
Don't play with me
Play the lottery
I ain't with all the camaraderie
Swagg jacking like a robbery
Busy bee in the bolony
Still hating but they follow me
Really cause they wanna swallow me
Fop fop fop hollow t
Whoop whoop whoop
Big B's
Thirty round verse a fifty
I know these niggas ain't with me
I know these niggas ain't with me
If its up there its stuck there
Whole bunch of niggas against me
These niggas ain't fucking with me
These bitches ain't fucking with me
If its u there then it's stuck there
Yo thirty round verse my fifty

I can't take my wrist up out of the pot
I been cooking up
I'm getting hot
You can't never trick me out of my spot
Shitting on niggas give me a pot
It's pretty lonely when you at the top
23 throwing shots at the opps
Fuck these niggas
Get lost and kick rocks
Pussy niggas on my dick
Suck a cock

Wanna know how do it so perfect
Walk through
Yeah I'm making them nervous
Throwing shade on the web it is worthless
Cause they never ever try me in person
Oh you mad i was never ya bitch
Oh you mad i aint riding ya dick
Y'all some niggas trynna beef with a bitch
Bitch im solid I don't need me a clique
Fuck em its back to the paper
Losing my patience with haters
Make me pull up and come spray em
Fuck em its back to the dollars
Got too many problems
Pay em no mind get the gwalla
I'm in my lane and I'm doing my thang
Riding with choppas Im making em sang
Running through tracks like a runaway train
Not fucked up about it
Invoice to the game
Oh you bad huh
Trynna make me mad huh
That shit so sad huh
Focus on you bag uh
You aint gone bust naw
Keep it on the hush naw
Still aint been touched aw
Smoke you like a dutch

I can't take my wrist up out of the pot
I been cooking up
Im getting hot
You can't never trick me out of my spot
Shitting on niggas give me a pot
Its pretty lonely when you at the top
23 throwing shots at the opps
Fuck these niggas
Get lost and kick rocks
Pussy niggas on my dick
Suck a cock