​patastrami lyrics

[eddison]

[?]
All my n*ggas f*ckin' shooters like we playin' on a court
All my n*ggas with the bullsh*t n*gga, run on like a sport
I'mma pull up with the [?] this make y'all gon' exit b*tch
I spit like f*ckin' speech impediments [?]
b*tch you know I hit it taller, I got high-school credits b*tch (I dropped the f*ck out, aha)
Passed out in Margielas, woke up wit' your b*tch on camera
Woke up bustin' nuts and hittin up her [?] like Damn Daniel
I got camgirls stickin' candles in their you-know-what, b*tch you know what b*tch
I'm gon' dance like I got the moves, I got all the grooves b*tch
Tell me what the f*ck you tryin' to do, [?]
I got bands that I can't count and I don't dance around it
Demons in my head is crowdin', when you gon' get out me?
She got pinkeye, call her Patrick, keep that b*tch, she outtie
I got bands, tell that b*tch she crowdin' me
I got bands, tell that b*tch she crowdin' me
I just shoot a Glock at a freak throat (freak throat)
On the floor b*tch, that's where your knees roll
I got juice, I'm that n*gga from the juice store
I got juice, I'm that n*gga from the juice store

[fl.vco]

I am [?] but I'm fillin' up with toxins (toxins)
Barkin' with the blade, but I lost him
I don't want the people in my face so I gat them, Glock them, shot them, put into a coffin, dolphin
The f*ck you doing 'round that action, son?
I f*ckin' pull up and do what he should have done
I take it out and realize there's no grip on the gun
There was one left standing 'til it turned into none
Ain't no mo' smoke, b*tch I'm outta dope
Murder what he wrote, n*ggas at his throat
And you'll never know, mighta sent 'em both
G.I. [?] Joe, choppa let it blow