QUE. — Idaho Potato

[Intro] Idaho potato [Chorus] Phew phew phew phew phew (hey) We ain't playin' 'bout no paper, rock a nigga cradle Idaho potato, send his ass to grave Pull up skrt, phew phew phew phew phew (talk to 'em) Dirty, stick, ooh wee (shit) Chopper, kick, Bruce Lee Phew, phew phew phew phew, phew Leave your whole top leakin' when it's 'bout that broccoli [Verse 1] Half things, whole blocks, gated mansions, dope spots Stove tops, old pots, roadblocks, watch for cops Lamb chops, ham hops, trappin' out my fam spot Dirty Glocks, three hot, posted at the wing spot Chicken, syrup, beans, pot What you need, we probably got Try to rob, you gettin' shot Put you on the front of Fox Breaking news on the block Brought them brooms and the mops Belly bitch, I feel like Ox With a little of twist of plot [Chorus] Phew phew phew phew phew (hey) We ain't playin' 'bout no paper, rock a nigga cradle Idaho potato, send his ass to grave Pull up skrt, phew phew phew phew phew (talk to 'em) Dirty, stick, ooh wee (shit) Chopper, kick, Bruce Lee Phew, phew phew phew phew, phew Leave your whole top leakin' when it's 'bout that broccoli [Verse 2] Meet the plug, cash him out, get 'em off, clean the money, wash it off Hit the bank, open up a new account just so I can lockbox it all Bought a MAC, bought some choppers, just in case these lil niggas try robbin' us Ten eighty HD cameras at the spot, ain't no poppin' off Chopsticks, dirty harry, me and money sittin' right here, ready for whatever Bust your head, leave it open, and swollen, fuck nigga 'bout that mozzerella We ain't playin' no games, hundred rounds, I don't need no aim Poker face, don't play, nigga better not reach for no chain or it's [Chorus] Phew phew phew phew phew (hey) We ain't playin' 'bout no paper, rock a nigga cradle Idaho potato, send his ass to grave Pull up skrt, phew phew phew phew phew (talk to 'em) Dirty, stick, ooh wee (shit) Chopper, kick, Bruce Lee Phew, phew phew phew phew, phew Leave your whole top leakin' when it's 'bout that broccoli [Verse 3] Hell nah we ain't gon' play 'bout no bacon Hands up, we comin' to take it 'bout them numbers put your ass in the Matrix Yellow tape and shit, shell casing We ain't gon' play 'bout them blue stale faces Grab the chopper then jailbreak it You ain't gon' take from my kids' mouth That's the type of shit I wig 'bout Never will I go 'cause never have I ever went You got me fucked up, nigga you got shit bent 'Fore I go out bad I'll have your ass pinched Pull up behind tints with the stick, get you drenched [Chorus] Phew phew phew phew phew (hey) We ain't playin' 'bout no paper, rock a nigga cradle Idaho potato, send his ass to grave Pull up skrt, phew phew phew phew phew (talk to 'em) Dirty, stick, ooh wee (shit) Chopper, kick, Bruce Lee Phew, phew phew phew phew, phew Leave your whole top leakin' when it's 'bout that broccoli