4 Pat

Watch how you move when you step by me We got them shootas, they slide for the free I'ma f*ck up a beat then I f*ck on a freak Kick the bitch out, ain't no staying with me Living my life but this shit get so deep Aint cuffing these bitches, these bitches be free I'ma cut from that cloth, tell them get out with me Choke the bitch out if she think she gon' cheat I'm living my life like a party I'm dressing all black like I fucked with carti Whole lotta red, what these niggas gon' see I need a new Glock cause it's left from the sea If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be He posted my music, I was scared for to do it I posted my music, I started to movement Niggas was hating, what the f*ck was they doing I wanted to quit, but this shit from the heart If it wasn't for Pat, then this shit wouldn't start Ever since then, I been stunting and cutting Straight from the ground and I came up from nothing He got hit in the mind, he got hit in the spine Niggas be hating tell them fall back in line And I'm doing the time if I really crime Ima stand on my ten and I ain't doing no crying Niggas be bitching and niggas be hating Shorty an angel, but fucking on satan I'm really the goat and I feel like I'm Payton I move with the army, I feel like I'm Reagan Ball with the players, I feel like a Raven Glock or FN, what the f*ck, I'm debating Call up a baddie, might f*ck one tonight I'm smoking that shit and it hit like it's Mike I'm smoking that shit and it hit like it's mike I don't f*ck with these bitches, I keep it a buck I might walk in the party, that bitch on tuck And my bitch said she love me, I I don't give a f*ck for f*ck Smoking that pressure, my lungs can't control I walk in the school and them niggas gon' troll Elidadon what they screaming all day You playing my face and you're catching a fade I be the don, how the f*ck can you hate I got to win and that's not a I got to get it, I got to stay focused Niggas be weird, these bitches be bogus Shooting a nigga, I steady keep rolling My pockets real fat and you see that they swole I'm pouring up drank, I'm pouring up I'm potion Give a f*ck about a school, what the f*ck is a quotient And I'm keeping my Glock, who the f*ck you approaching And she said that she leaving, I know that she joking You gotta know that these bitches be phoney I got that za and a brink of that Tony I was outside, you was playing on Ssony You gotta know that your time gonna come You better run, you get hit with that gun Niggas been here taking all of the fun I'm bout to blow, I'm the one who they feel it Niggas is weird and they all like each other I ain't fucking with Friends, yall really my brother I'ma slide with that Glock, but I call it a Cutter Niggas can't catch up, I'm serving the I'm serving up pounds, I ain't serving kitty I'ma grind to the top, they ain't fucking with me I'm on 17, y'all cannot compete If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be? If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be? Pat, nigga, he don't wanna be with me If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be