Lyrics:
is getting complex
My body is getting blast in the moshpit
But I’m always by the time the show is on fleek
They don’t know what’s my shit when they see
careful
Show it then
Ain't lockin horns for no pussy
Bitch a liar, what she said
I don't want her instagram, she in my likes, she follow me
Hear three
know
Only god and my niggas showed
Project baby but ma sure we never seen section 8
I'm trying to rock some shows tell them I need a 100k
Aye yeah I need
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
in, know hoes come by the ten
Super savage I don't do average nothing
All my exes Lexus, Benz, BM-dubbin'
All my niggas got the bag via dealin'
Me I
I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's
I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's
with the K like I'm bleeding
Show you my room it's my g-day
If you don't show then I pour myself
Did it myself, all by myself
If you don't show then I
Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga
You trippin´, I got them racks, nigga
Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas
Down, the gang love to wack niggas
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
Posters on my wall of Project Pat
Others from Memphis too it was all a dream
White boys where I'm from mostly cynical
Hold onto my focus with a broken dream
blast on yo ass I'm gone empty this clip
Nigga live by yo rep, but I ain't taking shit
When I slip in my disguise, letting you know what I'm about
And I'm
the head, and now his mom grieves (RIP)
My music's my work now and it's a raw gem
Show 'em kids you can build an honest way out off the project
And fuck it,
wear it like I’m Gods son
Ain’t nobody did the shit I did to make the guap come
Raging at the shows we make the cops run
(Chorus - Project105 -
the trigga i figured you's a ho when
I first caught you slippin'
Fool it's Project Pat and I'm
Game for a killin' now thinkin' I'mma run
That's a stupid ass
know you gon' erase 'em
Project baby, only thing changed was show times
I'm serious, I like dryin' my Amiris on the clotheslines (project baby)
They
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
foreign cars
Speeding through the projects
Everywhere I go yeah they know I'm up next
Million dollar shows go look in my closet
Everywhere we go yeah they
Yeah
This is what happens when you're
Hit by a freight train you swore
You'd never break but you want war
You'd do anything to make sure you'd go
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is
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