Pat Beverley
Talk our shit, Pat Beverley
Fuck with that hoe, heavily
I just came in wit a glock
How many died?
70
She give me good brain, heard she a scholar
Shooting shit up like Andre Iguodala
She tryna fuck with the gang for a dollar
Flrrr, blatt!
Bad lil hoe and she from Guatemala
All I do is win
I don't know you, not yo brother, don't call me yo twin, bitch
She all in my feed
We got what you need
Bad hoe on my line, Bella Hadid
Bad hoe on my line, B-Bella Hadid
Bad hoe on my line, B-Bella Hadid
Pockets fat like Zion, I'm in New Orleans, pelican
She not even that bad, but I fuck that bitch for the hell of it
He say he better, but that boy irrelevant
Whip got the trunk in the front like a elephant
Run in his building and shoot up the residence (Slide thru and blrr)
All I count up is dead presidents
Talk our shit, Pat Beverley
Fuck with that hoe, heavily
I just came in with a glock
How many died?
70
Know I'm with Dayski
Hope you don't play cause we got the guns in the whip
And that choppa got rabies
Yea, you might be done in this bitch, gang
She tryna fuck with another dude
So I might fuck with another hoe
I'm in New York and i'm counting up bills
My money so big like a buffalo
We up the blicky and make it do work
Got a shooter with blonde dreads, hlrrr, Lil Durk
She wet like the ocean, I put in motion, I'm on the beat bitch i'm going berserk
Run down on his ass with a knife
Pussy better hide 'fore we take his life
Bitch i'm too high like a kite
I just came in with that blade, I feel like Wesley Snipes
Came onto the scene, "Mr Not Nice"
I'm in that ghost, Poltergeist
What's in my cup?
Wock with the ice
Lean with the sprite?
Bitch I'm sipping on sprite
No i'm not weird, no i'm not a stalker
I just came in and I shoot, Kemba Walker
Ima call up my slatt, he give me my blatt, bitches, they know that it's Bloccer
And they know how i'm feeling
Bitch, I'm in love with the killing
I'm on my Goku shit, no Krillin
Fuck it, they know i'm the villain
On my way to the bank, boy
Shout out DJ
Flip the pack, and we sell it, no eBay
There go a opp, hit him, no arrow
Still with the magic, Paolo Banchero
Talk our shit, Pat Beverley
Fuck with that hoe, heavily
I just came in wit a glock
How many died?
70
Bitch
I just came in wit a glock
How many died?
70
How many died?
70
Fuck with that hoe, heavily
I just came in wit a glock
How many died?
70
She give me good brain, heard she a scholar
Shooting shit up like Andre Iguodala
She tryna fuck with the gang for a dollar
Flrrr, blatt!
Bad lil hoe and she from Guatemala
All I do is win
I don't know you, not yo brother, don't call me yo twin, bitch
She all in my feed
We got what you need
Bad hoe on my line, Bella Hadid
Bad hoe on my line, B-Bella Hadid
Bad hoe on my line, B-Bella Hadid
Pockets fat like Zion, I'm in New Orleans, pelican
She not even that bad, but I fuck that bitch for the hell of it
He say he better, but that boy irrelevant
Whip got the trunk in the front like a elephant
Run in his building and shoot up the residence (Slide thru and blrr)
All I count up is dead presidents
Talk our shit, Pat Beverley
Fuck with that hoe, heavily
I just came in with a glock
How many died?
70
Know I'm with Dayski
Hope you don't play cause we got the guns in the whip
And that choppa got rabies
Yea, you might be done in this bitch, gang
She tryna fuck with another dude
So I might fuck with another hoe
I'm in New York and i'm counting up bills
My money so big like a buffalo
We up the blicky and make it do work
Got a shooter with blonde dreads, hlrrr, Lil Durk
She wet like the ocean, I put in motion, I'm on the beat bitch i'm going berserk
Run down on his ass with a knife
Pussy better hide 'fore we take his life
Bitch i'm too high like a kite
I just came in with that blade, I feel like Wesley Snipes
Came onto the scene, "Mr Not Nice"
I'm in that ghost, Poltergeist
What's in my cup?
Wock with the ice
Lean with the sprite?
Bitch I'm sipping on sprite
No i'm not weird, no i'm not a stalker
I just came in and I shoot, Kemba Walker
Ima call up my slatt, he give me my blatt, bitches, they know that it's Bloccer
And they know how i'm feeling
Bitch, I'm in love with the killing
I'm on my Goku shit, no Krillin
Fuck it, they know i'm the villain
On my way to the bank, boy
Shout out DJ
Flip the pack, and we sell it, no eBay
There go a opp, hit him, no arrow
Still with the magic, Paolo Banchero
Talk our shit, Pat Beverley
Fuck with that hoe, heavily
I just came in wit a glock
How many died?
70
Bitch
I just came in wit a glock
How many died?
70
How many died?
70
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