Lyrics:
ever and my career? I was steadily climbing the corporate ladder. Everything looked perfect on paper.
Let me tell you a little bit about my life at this
the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah)
She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s'Gucci)
It's a lot of niggas snitchin', lot of niggas telling
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
with the limp shocks
Of hair shooting off the top, dudes you got to stop
For real, kill it dead
I'm going to call you Project Pat because you look like
a ho, what projects?
See a buss down by a nigga on my way to Avianne
Took a ho to Tiffany's, she ain't ever been off Connors
I got niggas locked in
Bull's got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles should be
This is big!
Chi Twon girls have di badonkadonk (Oh!)
A-T-L junk in di trunk a bounce (Oh!)
Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!)
Miami
Black queen she fine
That thing that's mine
She pat me on my back, and tell me that I'm fine
I'm not she lying, she control my whole life
I'm bout
whale on the scale
If they ask don’t tell
Put a hole in they head like a whale
Cartel cartel cartel
Breaking down bricks by the bail
Flipping the pack in
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
a thing
Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway
Clubs, if y'all don't yet
I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check
Sing the track now pause, stop
man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now
[Verse 2]
Pause, man I tell
niggas slide and tell (niggas snitchin')
I bet that same place he tweaking, nigga die there (nigga, die there)
I got niggas kill for no reason, they
where yo biggies at
They wanted me locked playing pity pat
Mafia vibe
project pat
In the field no names attached
You a 6 9 you a known rat
Top down I
wrong
I can't see yo rights, by the end of the night
I'm trippin
How you gone tell me I'm wrong
(Yeah)
I been gettin money Kid Cudi yeah its day and night
and make a killin
Project Pat please tell these motherfuckers how I'm feelin
[Chorus]
couldn't believe her eyes
I walked in with cape, with jewels on, you know I'm the captain
Outside by the Cadillac three brothers rappin', soundin' wack
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
at it, tell me the difference between weed and dust
My hustle don't stop it's around the clock
My paranoid don't stop, hands around the Glock (that's
in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too
man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now
[Verse 2]
Pause, man I tell
to eat
We still try to keep Mom smilin'
'cause when the teeth stop showin'
An' the stomach start growlin', then the heat start flowin'
If you from
the game don't stop
Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
The players might change but
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
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