Lyrics
Turn the fucking bass up I got the bass vibrating
Turn the fucking bass up Potluck is in the building, rocking the party
Hotboxing like we Bob Marley
Smoking on some bomb with a blonde Barbie
Shots of Crown, you want to battle me, I’ll finish you
The club is packed out, the crowd’s bouncing like some titties do Hands high like we wearing a ski mask
The music’s blaring loud, amps turned up to the max
Girls dance around, getting naked shaking they ass
Fuck being classy, we go hard all night and party till we crash
I’m a professional, the microphone is my tool
I can play it cool or I can really act a fool
Depending just how drunk I get or what type of some drugs I’m on
I’m rocking parties all night long, rolling till the break of dawn
We got some haters lurking just because they ladies twerking
I’m up here working, representing Potluck till it’s curtains
This is what we do, this shit ain’t nothing
We always get the place jumping every time the bass bumping
Pablo got that ooh, Pablo got that ooh
What was burning through the roof I marijuana
We shop pop bands, we shop pop bands
Pull up their speakers knocking, it’s Potluck
We push it to the limit, then we going past that
Hop up on the stage, go crazy with the fast rap
Girls flash tits and flashing pics like snapchat
Pass me the weed, I take a hit and pass that shit back
Potluck up in this bitch, we living stoner rich
I want to tip, I’m still kicking that rugged shit
I got some rhymes to spit, I got some heads to split
And we gone rock it till you say we’s the best at this
We all family celebrating, man we keep it tight
Gangsters, emos, bros, and Juggalos, let’s all unite
Starting up the moshpit, when I spit I get em hyped
Turn the fucking bass up, let it bump, it’s on tonight
We bouncing off the walls, we blow the fucking roof off
So turn the fucking bass up, turn the fucking bass up We gonna party hard like we won’t wake up tomorrow
We got these women shaking asses like it’s raining dollars
Pablo got that ooh, Pablo got that ooh
What was burning through the roof I marijuana
We shop pop bands, we shop pop bands
Pull up their speakers knocking, it’s Potluck
Two shots and I’m double fisting
Potluck and Liquid, ain’t no fucking with it Hoes strip tease, hit knees, pull my dick out, tongue kiss it Bass kicking like karate nigga
Walls shaking like Ali nigga
Hard wasted in all places
No turning down if we party with you
Liquid bottles up, fucking with the constant bump
After the show you already know it’s going down on Compton bus
I’m counting crowns, swallowing whiskey
My zipper down, oh, Monica Lewinsky
We straight zoning, can’t hate on him, we wyling boy
Sneakers blaring but we ain’t caring, we in this bitch making a lot of noise
Hate us, turn the bass up on them fake fucks, oh yeah
Even OG Larry niggas know that
Pablo got that ooh, Pablo got that ooh
What was burning through the roof I marijuana
We shop pop bands, we shop pop bands
Pull up their speakers knocking, it’s Potluck