Patrick
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Huh, illy
Quit playin' with us
Nothin' but that bad talk
Cash talk, big jewelry talk
Real nigga talk
Sixteen, my strip, I'm runnin' this shit, ain't fumblin' shit
Hearin' me clear, ain't mumblin' shit
I cum in her mouth, she cum on my dick
Thought I was Hulk how I run through the bricks
I cop it in bulk, I'm supplyin' the fix
Thought we was Colts on the first, got ten
Was inside by six right beside my bitch
Bricks like Moe, richer than CJ ever been
Trap in a state of my letterman, rockin' AP's with the leather band
I put some ice in my wedding band
Married to the streets, I'm settlin'
In the cab, pushin' the pedalin', I hit the club, get my medal in
Mixin' the food, this ain't gelatin, mixin' the food with the elements
Look at these shoes, this is elegance
Used to be broke until I started trappin'
Under the rock, they thought I was Patrick
Crackin' my socks, I'm makin' it happen
Stuck in a box, I got out and packed it, with P's
Throwin' up G's, I do it with ease, your bitch a tease
Trap, next young nigga wanna play me
I let your bitch have her way with me
I let your bitch come and stay with me
Any thick hoes, okay with me, I let the Cris' spin to dead me
Nigga, we tied in, they smokin' mans, y'all hidin'
Stuck to the curb like Triton, think shit sweet? Come try it then
I'm a hood idol, I'm signed, man
Nigga, I'm fed up, my dog fed up, I'm gettin' head, my leg up
Yours only six, when ours on go, young nigga, I tore your dad up
I got the ball, I pass it to Dro, my
Whoadie been stackin' that bread up
Niggas is hoes, they talk behind backs
They ain't gon' say shit when we head up
I get a AJ Green out of all of my P's, niggas think I'm sellin' D
I stash like fifty at least, that's money that I'll never see
Got money that I'll never need, everything
Profit, everything here, I done bought it
Money so old that it's rotten, I'm too federal to seek Rothman
I flip too much to be floppin', I'm way too rich to be oppin'
I'll turn the city against you, play in the field and I'll bench you
I'll turn a nigga to mince you, I'll ask a booter who sent you
I'll ask the dealer who lent you, I'm beatin' Prices
I carry arms like I'm licensed
I put the switch on a ghosty and slide down your block
And I can control it like vices
We put the Gat in a vice grip, who did it better?
Don't match me up with a rat
Crazy I come from the town, I'm solid
And rich, I used to look up to Patch
Crazy I'm trash in football but nice with
The D, they know that I'm gettin' the sacks
Niggas be kissin' these bitches and lovin'
These hoes, I need her head in my lap
I'm passin' up on a box, I'll never hit
It, but she on my dick like I did it
I tossed her number to 8 and told her I sent
Him, the bitch know she better be with it
I had to hit up Aunt Keeta to switch out my
Wrist, you know that my shit lookin' frigid
Hardy just got us a nat and now we get
Gassy, that's Lando with Prices' midget