Hot Potato

[Intro]
(Damn, JakeSand)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)

[Verse]
My gun is so damn big, you pantsies couldn't aim this
I'll put it up and give a bum a smack down like Sheamus
Talkin' dirty on [?], about to get me famous
You coulda did the same thing, but you're ignoramus
Every track you catch me on is guaranteed to bang like Fredo
Every girl you see me bang got a booty soft as Play-Doh
I be throwin' hoes around
Hot potato
Two sticks with me everywhere I go like I'm Kratos
Smokin' Greenhorn [?], in the black beauty like I'm Kato
ARP in the scene, throwin' .556 NATO
I'm a deep thinker, I look up to Socrates and Plato
At the lab blowin' crud, deuce a gunk in my Faygo
Had a crash dummy by me, he'll do what I say so
I heard you sayin' things about me, that is no bueno
Irene showin' out 'cause $kid hit the last batch with [Dreyno?]
Got recognized as an LP, but they thought that I was [Sueno/Swayno?]
Droppin' pound quick as ever, but I ain't doin' keto
I can't do the fishbowl, I gotta roll incognito
I'm really stingy
I won't even give a bitch a Cheeto
You'll give her ass the world, all she get from me is Vito's
You were built to crash out
I was built to win
You'll die about your pride, and that's the greatest sin
One-eighty on the dash, I used to whip a shwin
I don't see color, if you're gettin' green, you're my kin
All my hoes look like Barbies, you could call me Ken
Shoot a opp in broad day, he was fuckin' up my zen
Bro's actin' hard, I heard he was the teller in the pen
Man, I'll cut your toes off if you don't stand on all ten
Dutch like .762, he keep the K just like Kim
Don't take me to the gun store, I'll be buyin' on a whim
I get the ladies so wet, it looks like they had a swim
It started off like, "Who is that?", now it's "Oh my God, it's him!"
Some of these hoes used to snooze 'til I got a kick in views
Now so many hit my line, I gotta pick and choose
Tryna bring harm to me? You'll be quick to lose
I'll have Dutch hold you down, and make you lick my shoes
Purp' in the 'wood, bitch, I'm smokin' on Petrole'
Everybody in my team is a fully with that toolie
Put the cat up, boy, you 'bout to slide in that Dooley
Gave Habibi my chopper, he'll turn you to tabouli
You go to town on the Fifi, bad hoes, I got plenty
I ain't talkin' RiRi, when I bring up the Fendy
I rap this good everytime, this is just the latest entry
Sweet-T a hundred years, the best rapper of the century
I got college bars, the way you folks rap is elementary
You're a Peon, big Sweet be movin' with the gentry
Always fuck the comp' over, I never do it gently
I be talkin' braggadocios 'til I pull up in a Bentley
I got my eyes on the prize, I couldn't trip on a hater
But for them traders, we'll turn your whole block to craters
I might take it old-school, and start rockin' gators
Take him up to punch the gas, this whip don't got papers
Every girl I ever ran across, caught the vapors
You think she's all yours, but for Sweet she's a gaper
I'ma show her, how to set the play, and shape her
Catch you comin' home, up the Chrome and give you a taper
Man, you could ask Bando, I always got somethin' slick to say
Be careful sendin' shots at Sweet, you might catch a ricochet
So many bows in the trunk, you would think that I was chip away
I got the ball rollin' big time, I'll never let it slip away
I don't get no hate 'cause everything I state is great
You think you're safe to town over, I'll be goin' state to state
Blowin' stogies, bald heads in the mag', Sweet-Tay
If you heard that I was broke, you were in a dream state
I heard your whole catalouge, it was very simplistic
I got a air of mystery, I'm bein' sweet to Mystic
I'm cool IRL, but on the mic' I get ballistic
Before you challenge me, you should peep the prior statistics
All my fiends be Jones just like Junie
I came out the birds, swear you can catch me in the boonies
Nobody likes your raps, your vocab' is puny
The way I articulate myself, you would think I went to uni'