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Denzel Curry

P.A.T.

 

P.A.T.

(album: ZUU - 2019)


I'm finna show you fuck niggas how .40 go hell, nigga
Straight like that, fuck nigga
Oh damn
Ronny J, please turn me up

Contact, set out, I'ma hold the fort
All black, sticks out like I'm Voldemort
Lights out, stomped out like a line been short
This ain't what you want, better teleport
Instant transmission, have your mans missing, plans thicken
Way my bands linking, have your clan stricken, hands itching
That's the trigger finger, uh, now your spirit linger, uh
Hit my Stanley Steamer, uh, sniper with the beamer, uh

Cut your line like I'm Hercules, leave you in surgery
Leaf and some water, B, bitch, this ain't Aqua Teens
Fuck a gun, I'ma go whip his ass
Fuck around, have you spinning like tags
All these niggas quick to pick up a strap
Everlast make a nigga take naps
Used to go to sleep, I would hear the blocka, blocka
Think it's fireworks but I assume it's a chopper
'Bout to hit that man with the boom, Shaka Laka
FN got the scope with the zoom, shotta, shotta
I grew up in the city where most people have no goals
It's cold-blooded niggas in a place that never snow
We'll rob you for your chain, probably pistol whip your ho
We carry hollow tips 'cause it reflects what's in my soul, damn

Contact, set out, I'ma hold the fort
All black, sticks out like I'm Voldemort
Lights out, stomped out like a line been short
This ain't what you want, better teleport
Instant transmission, have your mans missing, plans thicken
Way my bands linking, have your clan stricken, hands itching
That's the trigger finger, uh, now your spirit linger, uh
Hit my Stanley Steamer, uh, sniper with the beamer, uh

Prada on my shoes, these ain't red bottoms, headshot 'em
Dry in the night with my bat 'cause the feds watching
Bitch, I'm from Dade, I do no capping, no lacking
Once you get hit, don't know what happened, no flapping
Freeze tag, nigga, fuck all my enemies
Fuck nigga run up, catching felonies
Get the racks for the pack, that's my specialty
Hundred round, hit you up, I got seventy
Riot, riot, you don't want no violence
Silence, silence, tell that boy be quiet
Riot, riot, don't make me start a riot
Silence, silence, put that boy in silence
Riot, riot, don't make me start a riot
Silence, silence, put that boy in silence

Oh damn
Ronny J, please turn me up
Black Man, nigga, 66.-motherfuckin'-6

done

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