Letras
(Ooh, how is Patt so calm?)
Like
I'm top one for this rappin' shit, nigga they know who the face is
Youngest nigga on my block, I'm the youngest nigga tryna rearrange faces
This .40 hold ten and every time we bend it's more than five, we leave niggas wasted
And they know every trip that I'm down to go do it
If it's bendin' on opps and make pap' quick
Might not ever catch me takin' PT, cop a renty or Uber or black truck
Stacks right beside me, throw shots if he Gwee
Tired of smokin' Mali, he don't bun enough
If I call you my mans and you movin' stingy wit' the wave you get brushed, don't tuck from us
And I do my homework on bitches, you can't line me, could always tell when somethings up
And this money ain't gon' make itself, I be on that block trappin' 'til the sun is up
You gotta have some balls comin' through my block, I wanna see who really dumb enough
Before I step out of the crib I make sure I got paper on me, and my gun is tucked
Gotta get up close on them niggas 'cause I'ma be drid if I don't tag at least one of them
I-I like when all odds is against me
You gotta catch that B to impress me
Bro put the streets before school, he don't know how to spell but he know how to flex weed
This shit get too easy, I just fucked a bitch I just met
Forget her name already
Like, troop through the 4, I'm preein' every single movement
I can't go, I'm too Perry
Walk 'em down in the Asics
Double handin' the G, I get basic
Gotta creep up slow when you wavin' it
In love wit' the drill, word to bro I start bangin' it
Thirty stick in the G-12 I'm swingin'
Shit jammed in the drill, word to bro start beatin' it
Beam get to flashin', on bro gotta tweak it
Too tall for the drill, gotta walk up and lean wit' it
Dig on the Makk but I back out the gat
Put the beam to his face, niggas know I'm elite wit' it
Flick to the beat while I yell out "What's gunnin'?"
It's like a mic and a beat when I'm singin' it
"Kreep, Kreep" flick to the beat, I don't care who I hit, I just want me a B