Pot of Gold lyrics

[Verse 1: Kebo Gotti]
Wish I could see my brother released from the pen
They wanna book us to China, f*ck it, let's go get some Yen
I commit some sins, just to see my bro again
Ask about me, bet you they goin say, we heard of him

[Chorus: Kebo Gotti]
It’s time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold
It's time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds
We goin shut it down, let you busters know
Keep sh*t trill from the south to the west coast
It’s time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shout out to that pus*y n*gga named Ron C
Lame ass old n*gga, you ain't no G
I can't respect your hustle, you ain't got no muscle
You snort it up your nose, even your partner can't trust you
If me or my n*ggas see you, we goin bust you
That little trap house in the dirt, I smash that sh*t
I heard your beats, well how about ten straps?
Step back, I'm finna let the K go
Knock a rapper's head like an eggroll
Just sayin, yo, hit squad till I die, yo
Brick Squad what I ride for, Tallaband to a side hoe
You scared to get a bible, hit you with that rifle
You know my goons are psycho, f*ck Ron C, and your idol
[Chorus: Kebo Gotti]
It’s time to go, it’s time to get that pot of gold
It's time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds
We goin shut it down, let you busters know
Keep sh*t trill from the south to the west coast
It’s time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold

[Verse 3: YG Hootie]
From Atlanta to LA, no meatloaf, I ain't an essay
AKs and SKs, I blow f*ck n*gga money straight away
Little pocket rocket, I keep the K
Bless Aunt Debby, she got me straight
Hit squad, Brick Squad, real money, that's why they hate
We give you n*ggas somethin to talk about
We the only thing they talk about
I can pull this chopper out of my hand, act stupid, I knock you out
Stay with the gold like a leprechaun
Everything green like a leprechaun
I stay strapped with an extra gun
b*tch, stay strapped up like Air Force Ones
You don’t want no problem, man, 'cause I'm with the Taloban
Jumpin out of caravans, hit your block up like Afghanistan
Hundred round drum, no marching band
Make you sing like caroling
Shoot you in the leg if you think of playin
[Chorus: Kebo Gotti]
It's time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold
It's time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds
We goin shut it down, let you busters know
Keep sh*t trill from the south to the west coast
It's time to go, it's time to get that pot of gold