Focused and im driven still it’s hopeless where I’m living Yh they call me potter but my bellys Peter griffin smoking n I’m drinking cranked off 36oz is what I’m thinking wild from a infant pass me my rizla ask for a photo you won’t get a picture🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
You’ll get left on the streets that you’re banging for When my cannon roars The handting’ll turn a pit to a Labrador Smashing out packs of raw If you ain’t trynna stack your dough Then what the fuck you trapping? Matter fact don’t answer that I’m on a big man ting, they can’t answer back I let my Taurus clap I pull strings like guitarists man And do it all for the Parmesan
"Old school pub men, who I get my coke off, If I wanted I could conny ten zeds no probs, Talkin' powder that will burn your fuckin' nose off, Now you can't feel your face...botox" - Potter is the fuckin coldest ❄❄❄
