[Lyric] Potholes (J.U.S (Detroit))

[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf]

Yeah, Gang

(I'm killing every fuckin' thing, I don't give a fuck.)
Listen, customer service is everything
Like a computer, you gotta know your user name
So we chatted, 'till the Uber came
But if I told you not to be on that pimpin' shit
My nigga, I'd be a hypocrite
Cause I'm clockin' hoes back and forth like a hypnotist
Whores and chores
Blowjobs came with Benefits
But be careful who you share your vision with
Breaks for the hate is gonna add up like arithmetic
Sex parties, grown shit
BYOB: Bring ya own bitch
Crack vials in her birth canal
Strap her with pounds, its like she birthed a child
She united my drawstring
Swallowed my offspring like a soft drink
People was eyeballin' me. That was weird
But when you're on a different level you gotta take the stares
Dope game stupid, Momma I made it!
Had to delete the old tweets now that I'm famous
How much shit can go wrong in one day?
Fixed one problem, another on the way
One bitch say she pregnant, the other one says she late
One fiend want a quarter the other one want an eighth
I ain't got enough work to last through the day
My plug won't answer the phone, he in L.A
But when you're from the village of slums
Everyone's a dealer like J
[Chorus: J.U.S]
We came so far that we can't go back
We can't go back
Had to swerve to miss the pothole, another bump in the road
Another pothole. Goin' flat ain't part of the plan
We came so far that we can't go back
We can't go back
Had to swerve to miss the pothole, another bump in the road
Another pothole. Goin' flat ain't part of the plan

[Verse 2: J.U.S]
I was in the book store, Forreal I was in the club
Pourin' up shots was my language of love
Smoke out my pack you can roll up my bud
Don't be a pot hoe, don't try to slow up the plan
Did a meet n' greet on parlay of my fans
Don't be a nacho, only good when it's cheese on it
Love talkin crazy that's the double Bs for you
I'm on a and a double shot
Casamigo, Añejo, I don't drink Cîroc
The bitch at the bar looked good, but her feet is shot
Agony of defeat in her eyes once she seen my watch
It was the apple boy
No Rolly, she assumed I had no chicken
She turned into Eve and the apple was bitten
Seen me starin' at her tits, assumed I was smitten
Rubbin' on my leg, she assumed I'm a kitten
Nah. I just roll with some ill cats
Standin' in the all on the fence spittin' real raps
I try to tell her I'm a class act
I love doin hood rat things when I run with the pack
[Chorus: J.U.S]
We came so far that we can't go back
We can't go back
Had to swerve to miss the pothole, another bump in the road
Another pothole. Goin' flat ain't part of the plan
We came so far that we can't go back
We can't go back
Had to swerve to miss the pothole, another bump in the road
Another pothole. Goin' flat ain't part of the plan

[Outro]
I told you what's up!
The spirits is in this bitch, nigga, and they say you ain't ready for that!
Y'all thinkin it's a game in here. Keep playin with God, nigga
Hey Google
He's gonna show you what it's about!
Hey Google
Hey Google
Quit playin' with God. Hey Google ain't even talkin to you right now
No? Hey Google!
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