Pot of Gold (1zip) Video (MV)

I said the moment my alarm go it's Rob hoe
Gotta wipe the crust up out my eye n grip the zip I got a night ago
Aight I know but that's the kinda movie that my life is though
Packed a couple grams into a palm and watch the title scroll
Pot of gold rolled a 3.5 through all my classes I was honor roll
Chunked the deuce to shawty let me smash but I won't call her though
Bumped into some karma fought the common cold
Crew said what it do let's hit the stu said patna vaminos
A solemn soul I spit a dissertation shit was abstract
Bake the bread and broke the shit and half and then I passed that
Pull up round the corner where the homies playin madden at
Player 2 was broken niggas hoed me with the mad katz
This the type a shit that I be talking bout told em that's it's 21 I'm walkin em' out
But we was past that
Everything is funny till it's money on the cash app
Dropped another eighth cause obj can't catch no damn pass
Facts damn shit done blew high I hit the damn stash
Put 2 rotation then forgot what I was mad at
Brodie said to innovate to make it f*ck the damn plans
Life a game a poker but the joker get the last laugh
Threw the man some dap and hit the track I had to dash man
Federalies got me rollin slow to duck the dash cams
Homie hit my line n said I heard you got the gas man
We pullin up on hoes I'll put u on and sent the address
Forreal tho shawty 5'10" n she a nympho
Word round town shawty suck it with her lips closed
Tell the homie lying but you know how niggas get though
Told em I'd pull up but I reserve the right to dip though
Broke down an eighth on the way to the way to the crib
Lost a gram tryna roll a backwood while I steer
Bumpin 25 lighters while I light up the spliff
Tryna keep my mind on form while I swang bumpa grills
Hop out whip head to the venue throw the roach in the bushes
Knocked on the door slid em the eighth and took a look at miss cookie
Won't speak her features but seen my nigga apologized to me
Started talking while shawty waddling walkin up to me
And she said
I aint know you had gas like this
It ain't that but i can match like this
You let me hit it baby
Then after that well then I think you can get it
I told lil shawty this a percy then I hopped in the whip
Rollin back on 20 I ain't stoppin for shit
Cause I'm noticing my produce isn't stocked to the lid
And then my homie told bro just take 7 grams out the zip
I know this shawty makin brownies with the chocolate chips
Knocked on the door up at the addy spot a chocolate chick
She said the banger slanger told me you would stop for a bit
I got the batter and oil but yo it's all in the fridge
And it's gone take a bit to bake so come and settle on in
She got to preppin for a second set a timer on her ringer
Stopped to speak about the the moona and the Juna and the springa
Got to rollin sit and spoke about the jokers and the dealers
Said she learned to only focus on the golden and tequila
She Said what you doin for the rest of the night
I hope this eighth gone last the rest of the night
She said the cakes gone have to rest for the night
So baby you can gone and rest for the night
Said I could do this for the rest for my life
But yo this eigth aint finna stretch through the night
Said Baby you can gone and rest for the night
Asked what I'm doin with the rest of my life