Lyrics:
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
alone
Like
You got a man, but you're still alone
Got me outside of myself
I've been curving all the shawties
Getting fried by myself
Need to work up on my
Yeah, this La Chat up in this motherfucker
Murder She Spoke will be out in a minute
Ya heard me? Now dig that
Project Pat up on this thang
Finna let
to the 80's
"Hit Me with Your Best Shot," girl I'm off this Bailey's
Me and you baby, one on one, let's have some fun
Me and you baby, one on one, take off yo'
of the Carter
You know, the ones who made it, who wasn't trapped by the thought of
Only selling drugs saying this the way a nigga brought up
Do the Project
Billy, don't you turn your back on me.
Playin' around with some sweet senorita
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya
In some lonesome shadows she
you wanted to
Ho gon' be a ho
She would never leave this pimpin' if
You payed her to go
I'm just ridin' makin' plays
Gettin' bread off the scale
Blow
all-yes-no play no
Workin' all day some play ok
Workin' all day no play no way
Workin' all-shima
LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO DIE
Imagine me-spread peace can't
with La Chat
Your ass is coward as some ????? 'cause I do not play that
You in my face bitch talkin I don't pay you no tention
I got you hot 'cause
in some poppin shit
My dog on 100 and he be on some poppin it
Take my pockets by eating my Broccoli
I want the green like the gobling
I got the money I
team, and you can't get with me
So please play your part 'fore I part your headpiece
You're a go-getter, you go get me what I tell you to bring me
the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the (?)
Begin with a stitch, end in
life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked
Finish 'em off, well-done meat
Then send .22 slug to your head
today they never play me
(Eh throw your hands up)
For P-A-T and your town
Ain't don't need to slow down
Baby boy, it's about to go down
Yeah, I
today they never play me
(Eh throw your hands up)
For P-A-T and your town
Ain't don't need to slow down
Baby boy, it's about to go down
Yeah, I
but a nigga be pimpin
Choppa came outta my pocket, i keep me some metal on me i be feelin like tenten
Rocky a shiner, im really that nigga, i do
Fresher than a bitch
Smelling like a fucking pound
If a nigga try to play me
Then you know it's going down
If her ass don't match her face
I hope
Pat Stay called me out, I got scared and blocked him
I never meant to hurt you, but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
I keep that little leopard
ya
Could told me from the jump that you just wanna have some fun
Would've change the play of events by a whole ton
Swear to God that all the fun in
sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-i-are, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in
higher than a kite
Or they just leanin in they seat
Smokin swisha sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sippin on tha barre
Nigga
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
the aperture
I just checked my calendar, this whole year I'm out rappin you
No passin' us pussy, put me in Pasadena, cast the spell
I don't even smoke or pack
And everybody's putting their
Laptops on the pool table
Playing songs through these big-ass
Speakers it was crazy and they wanted me to
Play, so I plugged in,
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