Lyrics:
new coupe
Got something heavier than bruce bruce this aint no duece duece
Said the wrong words now through a straw is how you eat yo soup
Don't do
Saudie
Berry Gordy with a forty gettin papes, oh Lordy
Claim you shoot more rounds than an Uzi
Stop the violence, cause ya can't do me
New York to L.A. say
then we do the shit tomorrow,
I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), gotta get it (gotta get it) dats the motto, live for today you
jiggling
I'm tryna see that ass clap
She a very freaky girl
Shoutout Project Pat
Man shoutout to her mama
That gave her all of that
She got dat super strong
hoes
It get wicked Yano how it go yea
Project BPN that be the don
I'm taking that bitch to Mulan
Say look bitch what the fuck is you on
I'm hitting that
once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you
Then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low
Once
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
you never let it break you
And hold onto family keep dat shit together
Feel like my life's running inna minute
If you gonna run up nigga you'll get
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it's Gucci)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci
to da Windsor gameS
3 6 mafia... project pat
N Watch who u kicc it to cuz
CG MITE JUST RUN DAT BITCH BACC
Bacc in da day life was sweet
Don't kno Cody I
22 times two dude, outer banks, brew thru
High upon my mountain-top, I don't see what you do
cll you do is stay drunk, where the fuck it came from?
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
Acts a hundreds, just do it fool I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
screaming (Oh Yea)
Had to get right Do the dirt by myself
I only get me and nobody else (No Telling)
I had to finesse running off with the pack
The plug
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
sips on sysurp)
Get it by the 8, by the pint
(or by the kisurp)
Some might take ya high, or a down
(or a bisurp)
Whatever you can stand, floats ur
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
gettin papes
Oh Lordy
Claim you shoot more rounds than an Uzi
Stop the violence, 'cause ya can't do me
New York to LA say what I play
So catch a runaway
up serve it bet out up that bail money
U got the blue print do it yo self cause they gone tell on u
I front bro a bell and he a bale on me
Came bacc
undivided
But can't when it ain't serving me
Why certainly
If I put it down den I need that urgently
I don't need no pat on my back
What you think you burping
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