letra de no patience - fat pocketz
[chorus]
who the f-ck is you playing with, i been on that hill
yeah, i dropped me a song after i had a k!ll
b-tch rapping and sh-t, ask choo how it feel
yeah, i took that risk, i ain’t pop no pill
make a left and a right, i’m at my destination
boutta knock on the door, i ain’t boutta keep waiting
got [?], keep telling them be patient
lost bruh in that cell, i ain’t got no patience
hit them, it ain’t gonna be me
yeah we caught up with- that’s what started the beef
i don’t be on the gram, rather be lowkey
wanna be around the joints, put one in your sheet
we don’t cl!ck up with n-ggas, that’s just how we be
but shoutout to n-ggas put sh-ts on feet
i don’t know about them, i’ma blow my heat
i’d rap in the stu, but i’d still go creep
[verse]
[?] spoke on my name, ask him, i [?]
i ain’t nothing like guap, you ain’t taking this chain
i’d walk up the bridge just to work on my aim
threat talking bout sh-t hе ain’t do, that’s lame
threat talking bout sh-t he ain’t do, hе a b-tch
caught 4 on that hill, blame me for the sh-t
had a talk with the men, now it’s time to get rich
we ain’t got sh-t to prove, still get in that whip
last rapper got me mad, he felt hot sh-t
bruh got hit in his back, he was trying take a p-ss
said it’s up on whoever, we ain’t got no [?]
send them youngins right now and i bet they don’t miss
send a b-tch my way, she gonna feel this sh-t
i’ma blow my pistol, i’ma [?]
got me riding with [?], it’s sh-ts in this whip
yeah we fishing that whip, it’s a hit or miss
[chorus]
who the f-ck is you playing with, i been on that hill
yeah, i dropped me a song after i had a k!ll
b-tch rapping and sh-t, ask choo how it feel
yeah, i took that risk, i ain’t pop no pill
make a left and a right, i’m at my destination
boutta knock on the door, i ain’t boutta keep waiting
got [?], keep telling them be patient
lost bruh in that cell, i ain’t got no patience
hit them, it ain’t gonna be me
yeah we caught up with- that’s what started the beef
i don’t be on the gram, rather be lowkey
wanna be around the joints, put one in your sheet
we don’t cl!ck up with n-ggas, that’s just how we be
but shoutout to n-ggas put sh-ts on feet
i don’t know about them, i’ma blow my heat
i’d rap in the stu, but i’d still go creep
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