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pink runtz - lil patient lyrics

[intro]
“hey, biccies; b**** it’s until the 3rd”
“g6k”
“lil patient”

[verse one]
got my feet kicked up; smokin’ pink runtz, (*inhale*)
gettin’ to the bucks; makin’ n***** mad as f***, (“on god”)
they tried once to sneak a diss, (“what, what?”)
but they ain’t sayin’ s*** to us, (“what, what?”)
‘cause i’m ridin’ with them biccies, and a .40; quick to bust, (“yeah”)
i don’t worry about the bread; i can’t be no other way, (“nah”)
old b**** all on my phone; why she still callin’ me “bae”?, (“huh?”)
i’m tryna hotbox in a wraith; smokin’ gas like everyday, (“skert”)
choppa in the gucci bag, and they know that i don’t play; then i had to quit the percs’, (“for real?”)
they was for real f****** me up, (“for real?”)
so now my n***** keep that purp’ up in the blunt and in the cup, (“d***”)
i can take your new b*****, (“d***”)
and i can turn hеr to a s***
but i ain’t gon’ do that, (“why not?”)
‘cause you can’t even gеt it up, (“d***”)

[verse two]
they be like, “lil pat’; how you get all of that cheese?”, (“guap?”)
need to worry about yourself
instead of worrying about me, (“on god”)
i be on my s*** for real
i got a couple kids to feed, (“for real?”)
i’m on my daddy s*** n****; i get ‘em whatever they need, (“oh, yeah”)
on my daddy s*** for yo’ b**** too; she all up on her knees, (“huh, what?”)
ion wanna f***; i’ll pack your stuff, so now you gotta leave, (“d***”)
i ain’t chasin’ you, (“g6k”)
you just a thug; i’ll pull and make you bleed, (“okay”)
ain’t no shoutout from me n****; i ain’t givin’ s*** for free, (“f*** no”)
all you lazies need to get off of your a**, and get them racks, (“racks”)
if i spend that s***; i guarantee you that i’m gon’ make it back, (“on god”)
they all waitin’ for the day that i go crazy on a track; well here it go
here it is, ‘cause i be really holdin’ back
[verse three]
i could pull up at the party, then i’d pull off with your b****, (“no thank you”)
i could pull up at the trap, and leave it with a couple bricks, (*sniff*)
if i pull up at the stu’, i’m leavin’ with a couple hits, (“d***”)
my life crazy as h*ll, boy you can’t even handle this, (“for real”)
i be shyin’; i ain’t even scream
i really ate this s***, (“on god”)
on the block servin’ fiends; with the bowl, and scr*pe that s***, (“on god”)
and i’m still drippin’ heavy; bruh i could bury you in this s***, (“on god”)
make that b**** into a housewife, i’m talkin’ apr*n s***, (“on god”)

[outro]
“gang, gang, gang”
“biccies; b****”
“gang, gang, gang”
“g6k”

- lil patient lyrics

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