Pat Mahomes

Yeah I do this shit for me, can't nobody hold me back I can't dap these niggas hands, I'm too busy holding racks Yeah, I went and did my shit, now she running, want me back Everything I do, be out of love, nobody owe me jack I be dodging her, I be giving hell to her cat I can't let a bitch come to my home, I'm a chief like Pat Yeah I hardly passed my wood, you know I'm chiefin' on this pack Yeah barely celebrate, on my back, ain't had no pat Yeah, all my bitches love me, I can't see em ever leaving me Rocking fear of God, I'm at the jeweler, buying Jesus piece I'm forever grinding, I been running off these fumes for weeks I can't hang with niggas, penny-pinching, Mr. Crabs cheap She went and got a BBL, but you can tell her ass cheap Man, if I ain't in the lab for seven days, it been a bad week I always played it smart, they try to laugh at me The shit these niggas doing, can't believe it, shit be blasphemy My lil' bitch, she a rider, cutthroat, and she a blast for me Nigga, I'm like Bron in Miami, aye just pass the heat The only way I'm signing Times Ten a hundred racks at least Niggas always talking like they got it, everything on lease I am not no hippie, you try me, I swear it won't be peace I just get my money, stay low-key, like this the route for me Mhmm like this the route for me I just get my money, stay low-key, like this the route for me Yeah, I do this shit for me, can't nobody hold me back I can't dap these niggas up, I'm too busy holding racks Yeah, I went and did my shit and now she running, want me back Everything I do, be out of love, nobody owe me jack