Lil Duke – “Pots N Pans” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Record imprint, Young Stoner Life unveils Lil Duke with a Nav-featured visual for the “Pots N Pans” track produced by CuBeatz & Chase Davis. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Lil Duke Pots N Pans

Brought to life by Never Panic Films, the clip finds Duke and Nav heading back to the trap house for a simple but effective music video. Insofar as the basic plotline, we’re essentially looking at a drug operation in the process of unfolding, and it’s clear that Duke had a few crucial criteria set while he was undergoing the hiring process.

Lil Duke – Pots N Pans (ft. Nav) (prod. CuBeatz & Chase Davis)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that’ll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin’ from fans (Runnin’ from fans)
I’m not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I’m callin’ on land (Callin’ on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
Fucked on her once, I’m not callin’ again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I fucked on her friend (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Duke]
Trappin’ on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I’m in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon’ bite (Gon’ bite, rrr)
I’m really poppin’, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I’m the bomb, I ain’t bangin’ nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain’t got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn’t even type it (Couldn’t even type it)

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Bad bitch overseas Skypin’ (Skypin’)
Trippin’, I went put a scope on the rifle
Ain’t shootin’ up deers, I’m shootin’ at the rivals
Hide your whole army, KP, he the sniper
Put that lil’ baby in diapers (Diapers)
Fucked her one time and I left ’cause I ain’t like her
We got them choppers on deck like them bikers (Bikers)
Free all my niggas that’s locked up in Rikers
Pockets on Biggie, no Christopher Wallace
Came up with real ones around me, they solid
Roll through a roadblock, I’m ridin’ with Dolly
I need my own, seen a whole lotta bodies
She used to strip, she was dancin’ at Follies
She was projectin’, that bitch off Perc’, Molly
I love her ’cause she done fucked everybody
I’m with Slatt Gotti, they like, then we bought it
My youngin pull up and he takin’ the charge
Truth in my rappin’, this ain’t no facade
Niggas get clapped in this bitch, we applaud
Run up a bag and I get outta Dodge
Pop me a Perc’, I done took off to Mars
Aventador and the doors ajar
Roll up her pussy, she sellin’ her parts
Can’t come to my hood ’cause they pullin’ your cards

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that’ll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin’ from fans (Runnin’ from fans)
I’m not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I’m callin’ on land (Callin’ on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
Fucked on her once, I’m not callin’ again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I fucked on her friend (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Duke]
Trappin’ on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I’m in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon’ bite (Gon’ bite, rrr)
I’m really poppin’, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I’m the bomb, I ain’t bangin’ nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain’t got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn’t even type it (Couldn’t even type it)

[Verse 2: NAV]
I’m really ’bout it, this ain’t no facade
Pokémon rappers, we pullin’ they card
Duke send the track and I tell him it’s hard
Throw him an alley-oop, slatty, no charge
Test me if you want, I walk what I talk
Got a street sweeper to clean up the block
If we can’t find you, your cousin get smoked
F&N bullets fly, get on the floor
Shop by myself and I never get robbed
If she a baddie, I’m goin’ in raw
Fuckin’ these bitches is part of my job
Shawty on molly, so pardon the jaw
Multiple platinums turned me to the man
Like magic, make dope disappear, yes, I can
Go where I want and they go where they can
Back to the trap with the pots and the pans
Poppin’ on pillys, got vibes for the vibes
Stay with the mob like a suit and a tie
Shit unbelievable, think that I’m lyin’
Hit with a two-piece, I think that he dyin’
Stackin’ up millions, I gotta go up
Don’t try to dap me, I’m not showin’ love
All of my chains out, ain’t none of ’em tucked
Shit could get slimy, it’s up, then it’s stuck

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that’ll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin’ from fans (Runnin’ from fans)
I’m not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I’m callin’ on land (Callin’ on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
Fucked on her once, I’m not callin’ again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I fucked on her friend (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Duke]
Trappin’ on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I’m in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon’ bite (Gon’ bite, rrr)
I’m really poppin’, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I’m the bomb, I ain’t bangin’ nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain’t got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn’t even type it (Couldn’t even type it)

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