Left pocket got two Siri's right pocket got blues in it
This tool bag is not a purse dog
All I got is my tools in it
Thousand dollar kicks make her gay she came out
We ain't getting picked off still running the same routes
I'm Mr get the most
Wont lose 2 in a row
If she play wit her nose than she can not get close
I'm Mr ride foreign
I'm Mr wrist pouring
I'm Mr not save her
I'm Mr I got multiple sources I don't need to scrape the pot no more
Ain't no need to throw no shade ain't that hot my bro
The way I hit the corner
Vroom vroom
Ma surprised I ain't wrecked yet
Everything we do is big baby what you expect I'm from Texas
I been in my own lane ditched my old ways missed a couple exits
Stop chasing the bag and it chased me I guess manifested it
Come around wit that negative talk
Kick rocks in Flip flops
That is not no real Za if I can't smell it through the zip loc
You ain't talking money nigga burn up
Watching my homies over come trauma got me turnt up
I ain't goofin off
I can't beef wit no cheap niggas ion like Beef Stroganoff
Boys is lost im starting to look like Peter Pan to y'all
But I can't save nobody after while the crocodiles don't even wow me
Protect the kids inocense let 'em be childish
The days been moving to fast can't even count 'em
Left pocket got two Siri's right pocket got blues in it
This tool bag is not a purse dog
All I got is my tools in it
Thousand dollar kicks make her gay she came out
We ain't getting picked off still running the same routes
I'm Mr get the most
Wont lose 2 in a row
If she play wit her nose than she can not get close
I'm Mr ride foreign
I'm Mr wrist pouring
I'm Mr not save her
I'm Mr I got multiple sources I don't need to scrape the pot no more
Ain't no need to throw no shade ain't that hot my bro
Caleucci - Mr Pot Scraper Freestyle Lyrics
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English
Left pocket got two Siri's right pocket got blues in it
This tool bag is not a purse dog
All I got is my tools in it
Thousand dollar kicks make her gay she came out
We ain't getting picked off still running the same routes
I'm Mr get the most
Wont lose 2 in a row
If she play wit her nose than she can not get close
I'm Mr ride foreign
I'm Mr wrist pouring
I'm Mr not save her
I'm Mr I got multiple sources I don't need to scrape the pot no more
Ain't no need to throw no shade ain't that hot my bro
The way I hit the corner
Vroom vroom
Ma surprised I ain't wrecked yet
Everything we do is big baby what you expect I'm from Texas
I been in my own lane ditched my old ways missed a couple exits
Stop chasing the bag and it chased me I guess manifested it
Come around wit that negative talk
Kick rocks in Flip flops
That is not no real Za if I can't smell it through the zip loc
You ain't talking money nigga burn up
Watching my homies over come trauma got me turnt up
I ain't goofin off
I can't beef wit no cheap niggas ion like Beef Stroganoff
Boys is lost im starting to look like Peter Pan to y'all
But I can't save nobody after while the crocodiles don't even wow me
Protect the kids inocense let 'em be childish
The days been moving to fast can't even count 'em
Left pocket got two Siri's right pocket got blues in it
This tool bag is not a purse dog
All I got is my tools in it
Thousand dollar kicks make her gay she came out
We ain't getting picked off still running the same routes
I'm Mr get the most
Wont lose 2 in a row
If she play wit her nose than she can not get close
I'm Mr ride foreign
I'm Mr wrist pouring
I'm Mr not save her
I'm Mr I got multiple sources I don't need to scrape the pot no more
Ain't no need to throw no shade ain't that hot my bro
This tool bag is not a purse dog
All I got is my tools in it
Thousand dollar kicks make her gay she came out
We ain't getting picked off still running the same routes
I'm Mr get the most
Wont lose 2 in a row
If she play wit her nose than she can not get close
I'm Mr ride foreign
I'm Mr wrist pouring
I'm Mr not save her
I'm Mr I got multiple sources I don't need to scrape the pot no more
Ain't no need to throw no shade ain't that hot my bro
The way I hit the corner
Vroom vroom
Ma surprised I ain't wrecked yet
Everything we do is big baby what you expect I'm from Texas
I been in my own lane ditched my old ways missed a couple exits
Stop chasing the bag and it chased me I guess manifested it
Come around wit that negative talk
Kick rocks in Flip flops
That is not no real Za if I can't smell it through the zip loc
You ain't talking money nigga burn up
Watching my homies over come trauma got me turnt up
I ain't goofin off
I can't beef wit no cheap niggas ion like Beef Stroganoff
Boys is lost im starting to look like Peter Pan to y'all
But I can't save nobody after while the crocodiles don't even wow me
Protect the kids inocense let 'em be childish
The days been moving to fast can't even count 'em
Left pocket got two Siri's right pocket got blues in it
This tool bag is not a purse dog
All I got is my tools in it
Thousand dollar kicks make her gay she came out
We ain't getting picked off still running the same routes
I'm Mr get the most
Wont lose 2 in a row
If she play wit her nose than she can not get close
I'm Mr ride foreign
I'm Mr wrist pouring
I'm Mr not save her
I'm Mr I got multiple sources I don't need to scrape the pot no more
Ain't no need to throw no shade ain't that hot my bro
Writer: Caleb Gary
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