Quick - Pots & Stoves lyrics

[Hook: Young Scooter] I'm a real n***a, you can see it in my eyes Bada** young n***a, they like "How he still alive?" Pots and stoves, yeah them pots and stoves Pots and stoves, pots and stoves Pots and stoves, yeah them pots and stoves Remix the dope on them pots and stoves [Verse 1: Young Scooter] Street n***a with 300 thousand worth in gold Still a dope boy, I get 20 for a show Stainless steel pots on my stove, my Pyrex explode It's too much fire to the pot and I can't lose an O I'm the realest rapper livin' since 2Pac is not alive And I get caught with a thousand bricks right now and still wouldn't testify Fork gold, all my pots gold Dope white, money can't fold I be in the hood where rappers can't go Pot check, remix, whip the dope out the bowl [Hook: Young Scooter] [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] Long nights, long flights, pots and stoves Microwave king, ding, rock and roll Two years old, pullin' on daddy's leg over the stove Gave me that look like "Son, chill", and I saw it in his eyes That grind look, that "Chill n***a while I cook" Toodle, Mr. Pot and Stove, get your clip, lock and load Cousin showed me how to cook, showed me how to whip it Told me cook your own cause half the time your cook stealin' Apartment buildin' and I'm feelin' like the people close Get the light and light the dro, damn, knock at the door That's Wendy, and she a loyal customer Give her somethin' extra so she can double up I'm a real a** n***a [Hook: Young Scooter] [Verse 3: Quick] Let's beat the pot before it get hot No water, I dry cook it Straight 'bout it, give me 30 minutes Make a 9 piece look like a [?] If you real, you don't say you real cause it's automatically gon' show Sugar cane thing freeze up, I kept a side of that snow You see it in my eyes and the way that I move That I really did move that dope Do your homework, ask [?] about me They gon' tell you that I live what I spoke 365, b**h I'm ballin' 24/7, like Instagram, I'm logged in I'm hot, fresh off the pot and I'm high, I'm high Hooked up with Scooter, surrounded by shooters 40 Glocks and black Rugers Real gon' always recognize real I live by the G code My money, it don't fold no more I started off with pots and stoves I'm gone [Hook: Young Scooter]