Pot Of Gold

Wish I could see my brother released from the pen

They wanna book us to China, fuck it, let's go get some Yen

I commit some sins, just to see my bro again

Ask about me, bet you they goin say, we heard of him

It's time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold

It's time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds

We goin shut it down, let you busters know

Keep shit trill from the south to the west coast

It's time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold

Shout out to that pussy nigga named Ron C

Lame ass old nigga, you ain't no G

I can't respect your hustle, you ain't got no muscle

You snort it up your nose, even your partner can't trust you

If me or my niggas see you, we goin bust you

That little trap house in the dirt, I smash that shit

I heard your beats, well how about ten straps?

Step back, I'm finna let the K go

Knock a rapper's head like an eggroll

Just sayin, yo, hit squad till I die, yo

Brick Squad what I ride for, Tallaband to a side hoe

You scared to get a bible, hit you with that rifle

You know my goons are psycho, fuck Ron C, and your idol

It's time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold

It's time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds

We goin shut it down, let you busters know

Keep shit trill from the south to the west coast

It's time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold

From Atlanta to LA, no meatloaf, I ain't an essay

AKs and SKs, I blow fuck nigga money straight away

Little pocket rocket, I keep the K

Bless Aunt Debby, she got me straight

Hit squad, Brick Squad, real money, that's why they hate

We give you niggas somethin to talk about

We the only thing they talk about

I can pull this chopper out of my hand, act stupid, I knock you out

Stay with the gold like a leprechaun

Everything green like a leprechaun

I stay strapped with an extra gun

Bitch, stay strapped up like Air Force Ones

You don't want no problem, man, 'cause I'm with the Taloban

Jumpin out of caravans, hit your block up like Afghanistan

Hundred round drum, no marching band

Make you sing like caroling

Shoot you in the leg if you think of playin

It's time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold

It's time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds

We goin shut it down, let you busters know

Keep shit trill from the south to the west coast

It's time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold