Lyrics:
WRONG!!
COLLIPARK!!!
YEAHR!!!
HAAAH!
What the fuck y'all think this here
1st booty on duty the bitch gon get to it
It's money here
The hoe
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
where y'all from
And tell me where y'all from
Hold up tell me where y'all from in here
Tell me where y'all from in here
Long hair I don't give a fuck
that's my boo!"
She say "You can't cheat on her!" I say "Bitch she comin' too!"
It's ya' boi Project Pataaa, mane y'all know the bizniz
Up in this thang
the D
Like that E.S.G., and that D-Gotti
We gon ball for all of y'all, till we D-I-E
[Hook 2 - 2x]
(*talking*)
Man shit man, boys I be still blowing for
and snug hugs, if you feel the D
Like that E.S.G., and that D-Gotti
We gon ball for all of y'all, till we D-I-E
[Hook 2 - 2x]
(*talking*)
Man shit man,
hoppers I met in high school
Y'all saved my life Thursday afternoons
(This goes out to)
Ghetto children, making codewords
In the projects around
dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on
One question,
Who be the thug that y'all love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The thug muscle
your team up
(buck buck) y'all niggas hurtin'
That publicity stunt is not workin'
You made a bad situation worsen
Y'all wanna see me out this game like
the people out there
Who slept on me
Got one message for y'all
Fuck y'all
And if you ain't on the journey right now
You not gone matter
Peace
Shout out
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
Cadillacs
E S 1's 'cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match
Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam
Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all
know the heart'll fade
Lackin spines
I see through the back of minds
With your fake storytelling but I'll be diggin your plot today
Blao
Y'all don't
All that we got
Is enough
All that we got
Is this booth
All that we got is the truth
Which I spill on these tracks
And pray one day
That y'all
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr.
manipulators, FUCK OFF!
It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange
Supreme Clients, y'all niggas can't see us
Spit track like
like that
How y'all feel?
How y'all feel? Y'all a'ight?
That's right, uh
And it's like that Plain Pat
Holla at me, man, E
Yeah
Okay, that's
grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your
independent but how many more can you make independent
See y'all done did it
Y'all brought out my Ultra Instinct
I'm breaking all of my limits
I know that
nigga's Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (y'all know who)
I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in
heads we trying to eat
Did more with less I can't complain
I won't forget who was down for me
Y'all know y'all ain't gotta worry bout me, no matter
from the most high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini might
from the most high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini might
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