Lyrics:
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick man,
im finna body this track an body a n**** when i get outta here man,
1st verse
cock sucker this
real fed up
And they don't wanna do better
Look em deep into they soul, and know they fold under pressure
But now we got em Like Yeah
They heard this
BITCH YOU GONNc GET PEELE
Gangsta Boo:
Call my nigga project pat
Dog i got the ends, I need 20's navigation 500s benz
Real quick can I flip the script
I
Fast life got a shorty heart racing ducking feds no cases
Run it back Walter Payton I'm the truth you gotta face it
Ain't no stopping me I'm telling you
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what
at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"
I'm just a project
stackin'
Me and my homies tossed your gal
She was a fake ho
Pat I'm on the bread like last year
Nigga know the bizness
Project in this motherfucker
Stacking
money, that was mine nigga
'Cause my young'ns got the same dream as mine nigga
You tryna be a young millionaire, me too
Move your family out the hood,
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
the bag and that's that
I got codes that a nigga really live by
Please leave me out them group chats if it ain't about them dead guys
On the road I've been
when he ask me fa a front I can’t even sponsor
Big homie went to the feds & lost control of the hood
They put a fucc nigga in charge cause he move O’s
Plugoz on the beat and he killin' it
Pray for me
Stay with me
With no one to call, I was left by myself
Really had thoughts of killing myself
Locked
givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop
I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parkin'
Lot we
And if they run up on you better hope you got yo lead
I know that I grind just to swerve off in a coupe
These n****s they hating probably wonder what I do
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
Up in the 4way Kept a 9 in my pocket
The whole dirty gang
Keep us sum rockets
Ain't going back n forth
We got it poppin
(Bow bow bow bow)
Me
coupes
Got a hundred niggas with me and errybody gon' shoot (yeah)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake (haha)
Eat your lil' ass up like
coupes
Got a hundred niggas with me and errybody gon' shoot (yeah)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake (haha)
Eat your lil' ass up like
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now
You niggaz got shit all crossed-up
Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now
You niggaz is really
tae doing good the devil got him by his teeth
So he takes up tios offer a new life he's never seen
Started off slow a couple g's of tree
Got some money
chains, Mercedes Benz hopes, but I'm again broke
This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders
Barely at 62s, they already up
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