Lyrics:
God I trust
And trust I grind and coupes I drop
More hot on da block
Like when a cop get popped
Got it jumpin hoppin scotch
Why you hit nigga where da
That hating ish Nall I don't really Get that
Ya boy say I'm eh but his chic Really with that
Talk ya little chatter Yea ya lil pit pat
Boss baby
the air (air)
Toast to my team (team)
Toast to my cream and the scotties that beam
While others fiend, I'm abouts da beamer
Think about your
the champ
Is here I guarantee that they ass woke,
Ridin' on spoke, dats the elbow, still rockin' in da ice white shell toe,
Dis for my boys by dat kelso
tryna see me
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im in da room wit sumthin nasty big fine and sassy on top dat girl be actin she even call me daddy I hit
intro
oh no oh no
ji ro lu pat
Hook 1
Drop top parada da da da da da
ta ta tarara Pap pap parara
grown a down banana pap pa rara
Drop top parada
Project Pat
That Mista Don't hit
Grand fuckin Nat
I hope I'm gone get
This is for the 9-5 Chevy drivers
Or niggas selling dope
To keep the hope around us
Into them sound clash see winni'n them, just begginin' them
Get rid of every bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In
mind
I'm like damn
First she blocked me
Now she throwing pussy for the gram
Tryna receive attention
Bitch you don't know who I am
I was raised by project
I need a project bitch
I feel like Project Pat
On that Six Mafia shit
I need a moonlight bitch
Daydream when I'm with my bitch
Don't know what loving
The pavement in the neighborhood I'm walking
These are life and times of jabar rolle now pause it
Dreams of being a drug dealer like Hova the god if
I get caught
Aye Hol Up Kam For Real
I know you feel the pressure
This a set up yea
Got my feet on the gas ain't gon let up yea
Got a nine on me gotta get his
at
Knife Talk no feature Project Pat
Lonely nights spent by myself
How is it possible to love oneself
Shut out from the world just me and my pen
Writing
have some Patience i heard my partner Killed my partner
It almost drove me crazy
Damn
This my testimony
Project living tv dinners
Sleeping wit da roaches
roller dog
What you holdin', I'm paid, so controllin' y'all
Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next
To rep that Midwest, it's sets and projects
Yeah, you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp
And Profit Posse in this muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques
no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups
Give me da number im finna call her
But dat won't tell you where auntie went
Lil nig
I'll hang some bread on ya head
Den laugh about it when you get
and make a killin
Project Pat please tell these motherfuckers how I'm feelin
[Chorus]
met one
Now spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like Pat and don't Sa-jak shit
or get ate like oats and barley
Save
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
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
derranged, gettin' silly maybe
The way she shook her ass I told her girl you silly baby
[Polow Da Don]
V.I.C., Collipark, Polow Da Don, Get Money
Pretty
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
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