Head Knees & Shoulders

[Intro]

(That's Chucks)

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]

I got mids for the low, take two for six

Don't you know I'm in the ugly with some lunatics?

I peel off your AP on my Mover shit

I told broski, "How you broke? You better choose a strip"

I'm gettin' bigger for my boots, these shoes used to fit

He thinks he's gangster 'cause he's in a couple music vids

I'm at the bottom of the map with some ruthless kids

And I still got 'em in a trap, puttin' food in bits

I'm landin' so much **** that I think I'm the plug

I buy draws off kids and they don't know that I'm their plug

Box days, I used to wash the ink notes in the tub

I ain't goin' if we can't get the poles in the club

How's he rappin' like that when he knows he's a mug?

Can't be trappin' like that, two phones in the grub

They know Potter, man, I'm head, knees, shoulders above

And I'm 36 the label till I'm cold in the mud

[Verse 2: Clavish]

The way we done it, bait face, broad days like we want the charge

Really and truly, I wanted him, I didn't want his darg

But his darg wasn't fast, she shook to hold guns

But she don't mind stayin' 'round bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame

A face shot from my knife will leave you ugly

But some face shots from the 9 will make your frame shift

I think about my niggas that are dead, then the pain kicks

I still go caf' in the AM on my bait strip

Rambo on my hip, on my waist shit

I used to be that kid that took your stuff like how the govs would

When you're on basic

And even though I shouldn't, on my block, I feel the safest

My flick knife is stainless

Go check my status, not the type to write a statement

Catch me slippin' and record me, then you're basically a F-A-N, not a paigon

Got it on us in the car, gun boys right behind, but I was taught you don't panic

Me and bro, quarter million in jewels, of course we brang it

Double-tapped it, give me no more than a week, I'll probably bang it

And my youngins don't play, so just be careful where you're hangin'

Don't be talkin' on the 'net 'cause I'll just add you to my tally

My side ting sexy, but she sassy

Got a ratchet in my trackie, used to line up in the alley

Wish I had that Allie, lickin' Ally Pally, my next watch probably a Patty

Got a link for a SK, but it's all the way in Manny

My posh ting said I'm too gangy