PATRICK BATEMAN

zenexonly / DJ bigass uckin truck

专辑：R4V3N

歌词

作词 : zenexonly

作曲 : zenexonly

编曲 : zenexonly

(zzz-zenex)

My shooter elite (yeah), give him a target and he never misses

I’m boutta put on ALYX (let’s go), I’m finna go ahead and fuk on that groupie

I got two biches on me (yeah), they think my life is a motherfuking movie

Bich I got stones on my wrist (yeah), shit not a diamond I’m rocking that ruby

This lean got me tweaking yeah lil bich I’m getting too up (too up)

.45 for some seasoning bich I’m balling like I’m Luka

Red eyes killer I’m on Molly feel like Patrick Bateman

This shit ain’t a thriller I still cut it off your hand

Bich my real is just Xanax (zenex)

Grabbing on my stick bich I’m a bishop (let’s go)

Sippin that lean, in that Balenci, take my flick huh

Thought you went blind, but it’s the VVS on my wristwatch

Shit, I’m one of a kind, I’m up in Tokyo I’m finna drift huh

Hell of a souvenir for your shit, I took your bich huh (I took your bich uh)

Yeah, we going inside out of your place, we took your shit uh

I just been posting up with these dead bodies take my picture

Every day I’m getting geeked up fuk these biches on drug

If anyone crossed me they gon see some blood on the rugs

I’m not talking bout Number Nines, huh

Everything I got from Julius (go)

Everything I got from Julius (slatt, slatt)

Everything I got from Julius (go)

Don't give a fuk bout nothing, living my life like I’m Morpheus

Yeah I am talking bout cough syrup

Yeah I’m talking bout morphine

They ask me why I'm still on that old shit, they don't know nothing about style (huh)

Killing these kids with the MAC-11 dropping their bodies they fell (go)

Come with Draco lil bich, I make these motherfvuckers melt

Bich fuk ur pvssy lil shit (shit)

Wait till I pop the molly the pill, I'm going lit when I kick it

I'm getting old I'm getting crazy, shit makes no sense when ur a junkie

Don't give a fuk bout ur feeling bich I’m been getting more selfish

Whipping my katana out and I go for the kill (shit let’s go, huh)

Whipping my katana out like I’m going for Bill (huh, shiah, shiah)

Wait til we burn down the place and we taking a clip

I mixed the blunt up with the pill

Call me a B-2 cause I’m in the stealth

I’m with a junkie he ready to kill

Going too hard my liquor spilled

Step on the Benjamin step on the pill

Aim at his head he standing still

Get out the body bag you know the drill

That bich she top me she did it for real

Got my name painted up all on her nails

Bih what that sound (let’s go)

I got a choppa in the house told my bro light it up

Yeah, we got a whole lotta weapons up in the house let’s pack it up

Yeah, I feel like Walter White I’d spray you with that hunnid round