Act Rude?
Ima different creature
I might eat ya
Fuck you and ya feature
No free verse
Put the glove on
No boxing
How I beatcha
I ain't half stepping boy
Half way
I'll meetcha
School of hard knocks
And I'm cheatin
Fuckin the teacher
School shooter
In her bathroom
Bitch ass fat
You gotta give her back room
Aye
I ain't wit the talkin
By now
I'd prolly smack dude
This is not for show
How these bitches sayin I ACT rude
I'm just tryna leave her back bruised
Got her breakin bad
How she suck me like a vacuum
Half these pussy niggas act cool
Ain't no ducking the smoke
We comin at you
I'm just tryna get my attitude
Checked
Told you niggas I get to snappin
You LEft
Shit ain't feeling right
I gots to move left
Flex on niggas
And I ain't tryna lose reps
Head on fire
And she gotta loose neck
But her pants on fire
And she got the loose lips
I gets high
I'm feeling like a goose neck
Aye
It's abusive how this blunt get to punching
You suckin dick
Or you ain't callin calling me for nothing
And I been had moves
I hit the stage n gett to cuttin
You a bitch
He hit the stage n get to struttin
I been grinding for the lavish life
Getting high
Like I'm tryna get the baggage right
How you up
And you still ain't even bragging right?
I can't
Fuck on yo bitch
She ain't acting right
They be acting like they up on my flows
Gotta million and one problems
But that one ain't a hoe
And I know if a nigga got problems
That one gotta go
Niggas kissin bitches
We probably done slid
To the bros
Whoa
And I ain't letting it breathe
These niggas chewed up
And spit out
They buns to me
Sesame seeds
I'm the top one
The rest you could leave
I'm in the rough
You know what pressure it breeds
They can't turn the crowd up
So They left em to me
You niggas get cut off
Like checks
Or a sleeve
Half you niggas could fuck off
If you slept on the skee
Ay, nah I ain't done
Hold on, that's why
Ay
Cuz I'm that one in a trillion
I'm serious
Stop telling me to play dawg music
I ain't feelin em
Don't try shelf me nigga
To tryn fill in him
Cuz half these niggas look to me
Ima hill to them
I spit crazy
And blow trees
I'm Patrick træzy
They flexing like they out working me
They actually lazy
Beat the beat
And I son niggas
They actually babies
So
No I ain't doing free verse
You gotta pay me
I might eat ya
Fuck you and ya feature
No free verse
Put the glove on
No boxing
How I beatcha
I ain't half stepping boy
Half way
I'll meetcha
School of hard knocks
And I'm cheatin
Fuckin the teacher
School shooter
In her bathroom
Bitch ass fat
You gotta give her back room
Aye
I ain't wit the talkin
By now
I'd prolly smack dude
This is not for show
How these bitches sayin I ACT rude
I'm just tryna leave her back bruised
Got her breakin bad
How she suck me like a vacuum
Half these pussy niggas act cool
Ain't no ducking the smoke
We comin at you
I'm just tryna get my attitude
Checked
Told you niggas I get to snappin
You LEft
Shit ain't feeling right
I gots to move left
Flex on niggas
And I ain't tryna lose reps
Head on fire
And she gotta loose neck
But her pants on fire
And she got the loose lips
I gets high
I'm feeling like a goose neck
Aye
It's abusive how this blunt get to punching
You suckin dick
Or you ain't callin calling me for nothing
And I been had moves
I hit the stage n gett to cuttin
You a bitch
He hit the stage n get to struttin
I been grinding for the lavish life
Getting high
Like I'm tryna get the baggage right
How you up
And you still ain't even bragging right?
I can't
Fuck on yo bitch
She ain't acting right
They be acting like they up on my flows
Gotta million and one problems
But that one ain't a hoe
And I know if a nigga got problems
That one gotta go
Niggas kissin bitches
We probably done slid
To the bros
Whoa
And I ain't letting it breathe
These niggas chewed up
And spit out
They buns to me
Sesame seeds
I'm the top one
The rest you could leave
I'm in the rough
You know what pressure it breeds
They can't turn the crowd up
So They left em to me
You niggas get cut off
Like checks
Or a sleeve
Half you niggas could fuck off
If you slept on the skee
Ay, nah I ain't done
Hold on, that's why
Ay
Cuz I'm that one in a trillion
I'm serious
Stop telling me to play dawg music
I ain't feelin em
Don't try shelf me nigga
To tryn fill in him
Cuz half these niggas look to me
Ima hill to them
I spit crazy
And blow trees
I'm Patrick træzy
They flexing like they out working me
They actually lazy
Beat the beat
And I son niggas
They actually babies
So
No I ain't doing free verse
You gotta pay me
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Writer(s): Pat Turner
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