Gucci Mane - Hotpocket lyrics

rate me

ft. Migos

Put the bricks in the attic, hope the Feds ain’t watching

Sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting

Yeah, she’s gonna run, she got chickens in her stocking

F and N on my side, fly, that’s a hot pocket

Gone

All white Charger pull up with the police lights

Red, blue, and white, asking questions, I’ll take flight

Run back to my trap, stash them bricks up in the attic

12 hit my spot, throw saran wrap and plastic

They thought they was gonna catch me slipping

Looking and searching for chickens and pigeons

They ain’t find shit but a fork in the kitchen

And a couple C from the bathroom of the mansion

Finesse Takeoff, you ain’t never catch me slipping

Keep an egg beater, yeah, I’m always whipping

Stay with a PT, always sipping

Young rich nigga, we the all gonna catch it

Put the bricks in the attic, hope the Feds ain’t watching

Sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting

Yeah, she’s gonna run, she got chickens in her stocking

F and N on my side, fly, that’s a hot pocket

Gone

I’m whipping and whipping the chicken

The bricks in the ceiling, finesse on no feelings

The bitches, they play with the water

They splashing the work, I call ‘em Free Willy

Finessing the plug and I’m not gonna stop till a young nigga hit a milly

Young nigga with banana clip, ba bow

Niggas start peeling

Busting the bricks out the wrapper, I will pop you like a snapper

Young goon put it on your head, they’ll eat your ass like an apple

Young nigga and I’m sipping on maple

I meant maple, 50 bricks to the top of skyscrapers

My house got marijuana acres

Put the bricks in the attic, hope the Feds ain’t watching

Sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting

Yeah, she’s gonna run, she got chickens in her stocking

F and N on my side, fly, that’s a hot pocket

Gone