Dirty (Finger) Nails
Smoke the propane, do the purple like the game is soul plane blow the game like t-pain
Autotune like Ghostface ya undone like lo mein
Who's ya bro, I'm the king like Capone. While I run through ya home, with the pole and just bone might've sold my soul, collecting gold like Mario. Hot as hell I think I have been here before Creepin through yo' house in f1's keep a pole
Think I need some room, jealousy consumes since the womb
Bury me with a forty in the tomb
Drink a twenty to exist wake up
In the morning 'nother body didn't piss
Wake up another broad didn't kiss
Fuck anuva don't want kids
When ya can't have something ya don't want it
Julian and I been making correlations
Bail out all my gang got my jits out on probation
Smoke blowin' cash roll in they hating
Blast for the mass-
Mass murder depreciation
Suicide success, no stress? quite playin'
Hightops low fade, slides and suits
Just me and mi youts, fanfi guam get em too
Touch em body. it's the hobby Glock layin on the dash while we past on the outskirts mad dash
The collective posted up a couple days ago
We ain't cook shit
Had a good time burning threw that paper then the clip
Put the headphones on wheres a mic I'm in my zone
Fell in love with the money I ain't never going broke
Niggas bitchin' say they slap a nigga you ain't doin' shit
Y'all be hiding behind sheisties and yo nigga helped you flick
Bruh you really bout it cuh you ain't really it
Black bags on my hip for anybody getting zipped
White owl in the air champange I'm porin' up
Man they running out of styrofoam cause I keep using cups
Tell my boys to push up cause we know you don't push back
I'm on these fucking beat like my fucking name is chris patt