"Project Pat" lyrics
Ayy, man
Ayy, man, let me explain somethin' to y'all, man, 'bout a gorilla pimp, man
See, a gorilla pimp, gorilla pimp, gorilla means like
Like he, he really is a, a bully (Uh)
Fucking this bitch, no strings attached, no gorilla pimp, no Project Pat (Uh)
Wanna be seen, so he did no mask, push the pedal the metal, bet a buddy gon' crash
I don't think 'bout no bitch I done fucked, I done had, put the gang on my back like a Goyard bag
A hundred thou' in less than twenty-four hours, he shop at Chrome Hearts, ain't look at the tag
I burn the gas up on the asphalt, bitch, this a Trackhawk, driving this ho too fast (Uh, uh, walk down, walk down)
Ted Bud make my gas cost ninety-three at somethin', nigga, I can't even bag it (Uh)
I'm pushing no limit, that lil' bitch a body, he got left with four O's in his back like an Audi
I ain't fuck with the cougar bitch, she say I'm childish (Walk down, walk down), he ain't from the streets, grew up with allowance (Uh)
Jugging, finessing, Young Scooter mentality (Yeah), knew I was next but them niggas wasn't proud of me (Walk down)
Grew up in the poverty, streets had challenged me, buddy had made me a monster, they doubted me (Fuck 'em)
He sell exotic, so he got some rapper weed, I ain't owin' no nigga, ain't no taxing me (Lil 0 ain't owin')
Lil' Glock with a box, it done made catastrophe, shoot him in the face, he cannot get after me (Loaded as fuck, uh, uh, uh)
Stayed on my grind, stayed down, got lit as fuck (Stayed down, stayed down)
A hundred shots when we walk down, go ask the opps 'round, you know we send shit up (We send shit, yeah, uh-huh)
Four niggas, one car, got four baby Dracs, if Quise was alive, I'd see what he say
Might kidnap an opp and go cut off his thumb, crack off his fingers, we team 4K
Might kidnap an opp and go cut off his thumb, crack off his fingers, we team 4K (Man, you know he still suave)
Might kidnap an opp, go cut off his thumb, uh, uh, uh (You know, he, he come off with pimpin' and all that, he talkin' lil' slick)
Might kidnap an opp, go cut off his thumb, everybody know we team 4K (But he an ape, you know, he a gorilla, like, a gorilla, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Might kidnap an opp, go cut off his thumb, everybody know we team 4K (So he, he gon' always, you know what I'm sayin'? Come off like that)
Knew I was lit first hundred bands, found a recipe and did it again
Watch lil' bruh back, he'll slime out that man
Popping Percs and my Glock, these hoes both of 'em 10 (Uh, uh)
Uh, he got burnt with that fire, ain't no sunscreen and tan
I clear the tab, man, whenever I land
Having threesome with bitches, these hoes they best friends
But I'll never talk to these bitches again
I'm on probation, can't even fly to Japan
But I'll probably get out the States when I can
Popping Percocets, pouring up drank, ain't no Xans
Rocking Chrome Hearts crosses, these thousand-dollar pants (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Send more hits then the mafia, get rich and get popular
We get a location, bet that we popping up (Uh, ho)
Having too much money, police tryna follow up
Shook off a loss and he ran all his dollars up, walk down
I would not get personal (Walk, walk, slatt)
I wouldn't, I wouldn't step out in that field 'cause, uh
You might have to kill somethin' and then, you know, you- (Walk down, walk down)
You don't wanna go to jail for no, you know, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, ah-hahahaha
Ayy, man, let me explain somethin' to y'all, man, 'bout a gorilla pimp, man
See, a gorilla pimp, gorilla pimp, gorilla means like
Like he, he really is a, a bully (Uh)
Fucking this bitch, no strings attached, no gorilla pimp, no Project Pat (Uh)
Wanna be seen, so he did no mask, push the pedal the metal, bet a buddy gon' crash
I don't think 'bout no bitch I done fucked, I done had, put the gang on my back like a Goyard bag
A hundred thou' in less than twenty-four hours, he shop at Chrome Hearts, ain't look at the tag
I burn the gas up on the asphalt, bitch, this a Trackhawk, driving this ho too fast (Uh, uh, walk down, walk down)
Ted Bud make my gas cost ninety-three at somethin', nigga, I can't even bag it (Uh)
I'm pushing no limit, that lil' bitch a body, he got left with four O's in his back like an Audi
I ain't fuck with the cougar bitch, she say I'm childish (Walk down, walk down), he ain't from the streets, grew up with allowance (Uh)
Jugging, finessing, Young Scooter mentality (Yeah), knew I was next but them niggas wasn't proud of me (Walk down)
Grew up in the poverty, streets had challenged me, buddy had made me a monster, they doubted me (Fuck 'em)
He sell exotic, so he got some rapper weed, I ain't owin' no nigga, ain't no taxing me (Lil 0 ain't owin')
Lil' Glock with a box, it done made catastrophe, shoot him in the face, he cannot get after me (Loaded as fuck, uh, uh, uh)
Stayed on my grind, stayed down, got lit as fuck (Stayed down, stayed down)
A hundred shots when we walk down, go ask the opps 'round, you know we send shit up (We send shit, yeah, uh-huh)
Four niggas, one car, got four baby Dracs, if Quise was alive, I'd see what he say
Might kidnap an opp and go cut off his thumb, crack off his fingers, we team 4K
Might kidnap an opp and go cut off his thumb, crack off his fingers, we team 4K (Man, you know he still suave)
Might kidnap an opp, go cut off his thumb, uh, uh, uh (You know, he, he come off with pimpin' and all that, he talkin' lil' slick)
Might kidnap an opp, go cut off his thumb, everybody know we team 4K (But he an ape, you know, he a gorilla, like, a gorilla, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Might kidnap an opp, go cut off his thumb, everybody know we team 4K (So he, he gon' always, you know what I'm sayin'? Come off like that)
Knew I was lit first hundred bands, found a recipe and did it again
Watch lil' bruh back, he'll slime out that man
Popping Percs and my Glock, these hoes both of 'em 10 (Uh, uh)
Uh, he got burnt with that fire, ain't no sunscreen and tan
I clear the tab, man, whenever I land
Having threesome with bitches, these hoes they best friends
But I'll never talk to these bitches again
I'm on probation, can't even fly to Japan
But I'll probably get out the States when I can
Popping Percocets, pouring up drank, ain't no Xans
Rocking Chrome Hearts crosses, these thousand-dollar pants (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Send more hits then the mafia, get rich and get popular
We get a location, bet that we popping up (Uh, ho)
Having too much money, police tryna follow up
Shook off a loss and he ran all his dollars up, walk down
I would not get personal (Walk, walk, slatt)
I wouldn't, I wouldn't step out in that field 'cause, uh
You might have to kill somethin' and then, you know, you- (Walk down, walk down)
You don't wanna go to jail for no, you know, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, ah-hahahaha
