Lyrics:
homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but head back
uh, street smart niggas got left back
Some died, they left stacks
Me, I ball right
toss
Tossin' me a berries pack
Now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation and
We smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us
We
the kuh
My new bitch gettin' fucked in the butt
Ridin' by the trap see me sitting in the truck
Niggas say they coming threw but they see me strapped up,
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
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
Uh, I'm stacking this bread to
Leave it for my junior
I told her give me head in the Uber
Wrist on freeze don't blame
Me blame my jeweler
I bring her
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
the butt
Ridin' by the see me sitting in the trunk
Niggas say they coming threw but
They see me strapped up, what
Nigga runnin' in your house
For the brown
gang, gang), yeah
Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never anorexic
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And I'm ridin' 'round with
stab you in your head
I'm realistic to the god damn bone
You say you got a gang? Goddammit bring it on
Cause niggas trip me out always trying
To playin'
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Trackin' device on the back
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
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers
ridin' the slab
Wangin' out the frame, South Memphis, cruisin' Crump Ave
Crook by the book, if I was on that type of time
Wipin' shells in the bullets
Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet
Gotta be an antisocial
a bag, he
Gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants
No we not takin' no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can
Shoot, we
customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin
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
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
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