Lyrics:
day in TSA, I hope they don't pat me down
My pops been turnt, I came up off my daddy pounds
I can tell when I hit it right, the pussy make happy sounds
the green light to die (sure does)
I used to sit low with my 64, with my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin' hypno'
Tires by the Cisco, I would sip slow, 'til I
haven't been to the Houston rodeo,
Sang "Carry On" at a Pat Green show,
If you ain't seen an Abilene sunset,
Then you ain't met My Texas yet.
If you never
[A]Can't go home if you're going by the mill
Cause the[E] bridge' washed out at the bottom of the hill
[A]Big Creek's up, Little Creek's
use to mix a doob wit da keef
Came a long way from a hotbox now a nigga having more green then Popeye
Fuck nigga always muggin Ima keep it pushin hit
pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer
Back to back like Mad Hatter magic
Rabid mastif collaborative
Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage
and hop on the scene
Shit ain't easy when you in the need for some green
When you see your idols living good on the screen
Can't shit when you starving all
persist pushing tin up that painted pavement.
As we breach the green season, my skin begins to bronze. Permeated by the rays of an ancient god. An ever
moving in M.I.A, moving by myself
Money chasing ass nigga with a grudge up on his self
Fuck a chip up on my shoulder, it's a chick up on my belt
Nigga
pace
We bein' blessed by golden days
We raised our claims
We breakin the chain
We makin the chase (yeah)
We facin our case
We having our ways (yeah)
We
smell of old plumbing parts
Tootsie
Weathered hands tying a knot
The splash of a fish
A raggedy baseball cap
A pat on the back
Eggs and bacon for
to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
the chance like Len Blias
Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade
More content then when rent is paid
And renitent like raider spraid
Oow yo
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
That Ghetty Green nigga
See I was put on this Earth for hustling nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
But when I have to
I put that Glock
Shit
What's good Zach
John in this hoe, Pat in this hoe
I'm drunk as hell foo
Beat finna drop right here? (Hell nah)
Aight, I got some more time
Oh
mean
Ever since we met everything been green
Now you tryna slither away
From the scene
Afraid that you fall in for lil ol'me
So use to the toxic it too
Hit the phone for the plug, grab a dime with a pack
Roll a fatty, light it up to the dome, green crack
That cotton mouth deadly sev eleven open,
it
My 30 shooting all hot spice like it got curry in it
I just drunk a fifth of the Pat now I got blurry vision (Uh)
I can't even see the road but ima
of decks like a sleeve
If you’re known from the endz, then come out by all means
We’ll still bounce till it ends, I don’t doubt that we’ll leave
We don’t
snapping
Like some kind of contraption
Head hi what it do
Pay attention wootie wooo
Protect pat that Getty green
I roll it up in disbelief
All then
love with the money so
In love wit the money got shot by an arrow from Cupid
Got Shot by an arrow from Cupid
My old bitch annoying a nuisance
My new
1993
A battle rapper huh
You came to war with green eggs and ham
And I showed up with a steak knife
And a chainsaw in my hand
The only fact I see is
Me
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
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