Quavo & Destroy Lonely – Potato Loaded Lyrics

Album on Q3*

Potato Loaded Lyrics

[Verse 1: Quavo & Destroy Lonely]
Huh, swapping out my blick for a brand new dirty stick (Huh)
Pornstars on the jet, she don’t wanna eat nun’ but some X (Uh)
Bulletproof the Maybach, President, go five percent (Five)
We ain’t goin’ for shit, we sittin’ at Blitz, you gettin’ stick (Brrt)
She tryna suck my dick, I wipe that spit right off her lip (Eugh)
Ain’t tryna talk ’bout shit, I want that check, yeah, yeah, that’s it (Cash)
I been sippin’ like too much drank, my main bitch think I’m sick (Drank)

[Chorus: Quavo & Destroy Lonely]
Drugs on my chauffeur, lookin’ at a ratchet bitch at Strokers (Ratchet)
Blue cheese, bitch, I’m loafin’, section baked potato loaded (Loaded)
Fire came with the pants, like suspenders, young nigga totin’ (Fuck)
Bitch can’t get my bands, I told her get that shit off the floor (Woo)
Get that shit off the floor
You better get yo’ ho, she tryna fuck my gang
Yeah, lil’ shawty stuck on go (Gang)
What you spend on your chain, I just dropped that on my coat (Ice)

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely & Quavo]
I been goin’ insane, across the world, I’m rockin’ shows
I keep a FN on me, it’s just right there in my tote (Pew, pew, pew)
I keep a badass bitch, she rockin’ the Maison with black toes (Bag)
I ain’t even text her back, I just pulled off in a Ghost
I just put up ten, yeah, yeah, let’s have a toast (Go)
These niggas turn to hoes, damn, I guess that how it goes (On God)
Ever since I was a jit, I knew I was the one, I guess I’m chose
I done took this shit around the world, it’s global, it’s not local
Yeah, get that shit off the floor (Floor)
I told that lil’ bitch she slimy, get that shit off her nose (Yeah)
Having that bloomin’ stench, I can’t even get that shit off my clothes (Soo)
We can go drip for drip, I had to get this shit out the bowl
(Yeah, Get that shit out the bowl)

[Chorus: Quavo & Destroy Lonely]
Drugs on my chauffeur, lookin’ at a ratchet bitch at Strokers (Ratchet)
Blue cheese, bitch, I’m loafin’, section baked potato loaded (Loaded)
Fire came with the pants, like suspenders, young nigga totin’ (Fuck)
Bitch can’t get my bands, I told her get that shit off the floor (Woo)
Get that shit off the floor
You better get yo’ ho, she tryna fuck my gang
Yeah, lil’ shawty stuck on go (Gang)
What you spend on your chain, I just dropped that on my coat (Ice)