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
and my energy
Mean that by any means
Can't let them haters come around and be the end of me
Especially right now because
Now I'm back like this
Pat on my
(Oh that's Just Steve)
(Yea)
We go to war if you try it (Try it)
My niggas move and I got it (Got it)
Gangsters they trap out a Benz (Benz)
Re-up
Motherfuckers do anything for a check,
OK that's cool but don't fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note I'm the same nigga wit
and winning Oscars
Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings
If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug
'Round us a good day, yeah
Seventeen years
But Imma do whatever it takes so let's go
Let's go to the projects, let's go to the moon
Shout to Aes Rock for calling out my spoons
Shout to hip
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
bang bang smack smack smack
I need to bang bang bang smack smack smack
It's Gucci!
It's Gucci Mane La Flare, Project Pat
And we the best
Me and Juicy J
make bond
While you shakin' that ass in the shake junt (junt)
I be sittin' in the back rollin' big blunt (blunts)
Let me know when you off to collect
make bond
While you shakin' that ass in the shake junt (junt)
I be sittin' in the back rollin' big blunt (blunts)
Let me know when you off to collect
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
Spiked heels and porkpie hat
Have you on the mend
In no time flat
A shimmy and a shake,
A pitter and pat
Hey there sugar
Take a look at that
me in traffic getting busy
I Walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart and Im witty
Ima dance on em getting jiggy
Got the recipe now Im litty
Thats
prime like rib
Cage free from atom
That's energy you live by
Everywhere at the end of time
Back bone in the universe Like it's mine
Pick up the cross, put
line 'em up and knock 'em down
Like bowlin' pins or whiskey glasses
Yo, that's Morgan Wallen
Ladies shake your asses
I'm compiling assets for
Danger Dave what's good what's poppin
You the baddest bitch where you been why you quiet
I've been locked in making hits for the project
This is D2
You're fucking with?
Shoot the gun
Then we chucking it
We the most wild clique
That's everywhere
Leave your body
On some project stairs
Best beware
Of who
Project pat in this motherfucker
Layin smack down
Crackin down on you punk nigguhs
Talkin to much gang
Snortin all your dope up claiming
That you in
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
Yeah
She wanna kick it she gotta pay for it
Work coming in by the case load
I got hella hustle, I’m tryna shake sum
I been done throwing cash, she still
thirty bags down to the projects
I got one, two, three, four shooters clutchin' carbines
I got bad bitches and they ass fat
Rock designer bags
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my
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