Patty Cake Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Like RPT, 4Sev-4Sev
Ayo, its that Ndot n*gga, suck my di*k you heard? (Dxrian)
Like, grrah (Four3va)
Like, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah

[Chorus]
n*gga Mel, he lightwork
He trynna fight? Man, I'm sendin' my five first (Grrah-grrah, boom)
These n*ggas is dayroom, I'm knowin' how my work
Carry a stick know never a knock first (Like, what?)
But these n*ggas is bluff for the net
But they never did sh*t when they mans got stretched
Told Nas, "Pull up," and his TEC in the Tech
No chop, no knife, he get put on his neck

[Verse 1]
Like, catch lil' what, put this knock to the test
I'ma click if he droppin' my set
Like, f*ck all the rumors, I know I'm the best
But these n*ggas is pus*y, they don't really want reck
Shots at the hand ain't no mark on the beam
And these n*ggas be taking his b*tch on her knees (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Like hop out, click em', put em' on a tee
Like f*ck lil' Rippy that n*gga deceased (Rippy)
RPT, 4Sev man you know we up top
Catch a Flocka, leave him where he drop
f*ck all the cappin', that sh*t gotta stop
How y'all up on the score? It's like 6 in the box
n*ggas be chattin'
Bad lil' b*tch, had her foot on the mattress
He tried to box, make 'em do a backflip (What?)
Dotty with me and it's tucked in the Mackage, like
Told opps "Go long," bullets burn 'em like Mace (Grrah)
Try to run and get scratched in your face (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Bullets gon' rip through his skin like plastic (Like, what?)
b*tches be chattin', I don't wanna have it
Like, f*ck lil' Notti, that boy in a casket (Notti)
Like, I'm big EOS
4Sev shots gon' rip through his neck
Like, call up my muddys once its time to bend
And I do it for Dot
I love you my demon I miss you a lot
You was creepin' through blocks, tryna take a top
You was talkin' on Mdot so I brung the knock, like
2-3 shots and you know he go kuu, like
Rippy got hit and he ain't have a kuu, like
f*ck all the rumors, this sh*t don't be true
He was talkin' on Mdot so I brought the deuce
[Chorus]
n*gga Mel, he lightwork
He trynna fight? Man, I'm sendin' my five first (Grrah-grrah, boom)
These n*ggas is dayroom, I'm knowin' how my work (Like, what?)
Carry a stick know never a knock first (Grrah-grrah)
But these n*ggas is bluff for the net
But they never did sh*t when they mans got stretched
Told Nas, "Pull up," and his TEC in the Tech
No chop, no knife, he get put on his neck

[Outro]
Grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
It's that Ndot n*gga, suck my di*k you heard?
Grrah, grrah