INTRO:

Yola
It’s the one and only
This what I do
I stay with them pots


VERSE 1:

I make the pot whip
These keys open doors like a locksmith
I’m in the building with the gas getting the spot lit
Funny they no match for me but I’m an arsonist
Always asking for the smoke but don’t want no part of it
This art’s an artery, I’m at the heart of it
I heed the call like “pardon me”
I keep em waiting like a DMV
But when they hear me coming they moving out the way like an EMT
It ain’t amnesia but they dead to me
I kill em with this sickness, this is deadly
I’m ill like spelling “I’ll” with no apostrophe
I get ill but still feel great, that’s a dichotomy
I break the mold but not no pottery
All these bowls I’m eating out and still hungry
Bars—appendage like an arm, they apart of me
Been doing this shit from the jump, that’s how I started it
(Yeah)
This ain’t a car but I outsmarted em
(Ugh)
I’m with the plug like I’m charging it
(Yeah)
I keep this joint moving, no cartilage
Bet you soon they’ll remember my name like I went and carved it in


HOOK/CHORUS:

THIS HOW I ROCK SHIT
THIS HOW I POP SHIT
I’M IN THE KITCHEN, MAKE THE POT WHIP
POT WHIP
POT WHIP
POT WHIP
PYREX HOLD EM HOSTAGE
UGH
(I got em tied up)
YEAH UGH
(I get you lined up)
YEAH UGH
(You see what I’m about)
YEAH UGH
(Watch out)
DON’T GET ATE UP WITH THESE CHOPSTICKS


VERSE 2

I’m locked in
These bird taking flight, see em flocking
The walls closing in on me, that had me boxed in
If they try to charge at me that shit will cost them
Try to put they hands on me, I will accost them
Like it’s misplaced they say I lost it
Always claiming that they gang, they just imposters
All I sees a bunch of lames up on they roster
They ain’t stacking up to me like I’m way taller
When they hear this it give em pause like a comma (,)
Had to run that shit back around like it’s karma
No question mark (?) on my reputation, it’s solid
Put two holes in em back to back like they colons (:)
Set the bar then I pass it like I’m a lawyer
Holding court, I raise the stick, it come to order
When it come to whipping pots, feel I was born to—
—show you how I do this shit, this a tutorial
Ugh


HOOK/CHORUS:

THIS HOW I ROCK SHIT
THIS HOW I POP SHIT
I’M IN THE KITCHEN, MAKE THE POT WHIP
POT WHIP
POT WHIP
POT WHIP
PYREX HOLD EM HOSTAGE
UGH
(I got em tied up)
YEAH UGH
(I get you lined up)
YEAH UGH
(You see what I’m about)
YEAH UGH
(Watch out)
DON’T GET ATE UP WITH THESE CHOPSTICKS


OUTRO:

And get turned into Chinese food real quick
I ain’t the one to be played with, man
Yo, I’m scrapping plates on em
The whole sink filled with pots and pans and shit, I been busy
The whole kitchen dirty
I been putting the hurt on em real bad lately, ya feel me?
But I ain’t fin to let up
Nah
It’s Yola…