a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

young&hungry - lil patient lyrics

[intro]
“kayjay”
“patient, yeah”
“let me show you how it cooks”
“for real?”

[verse one]
i’m young and hungry
i know i got a stack on me
your mad at me? your girlfriend’s over here;
i got that back on me, but actually, none of these n***** could ever bang on me
im tactically k!lling these n*****
i feel less validity
i’m tactically k!lling these n*****
i feel like steve cup
loyal to my n*****, i won’t hesitate to leave her
so please do not
i know that n**** that’s tryna please, ‘cause i drive and break it down and move the pack until my feet hurt, (“hahaha”)
(“skert”)
(“go”)

[verse two]
its a sign through my whip, (“okay”)
got a hundred f****** rounds in my muh*f****** clip
“tryna’ еat out the cake?” no, eat out a b**** (“no”)
tryna’ chokе a n**** out with a muh*f****** stick
tryna’ find me a girl with the hoes i ain’t clip
i ain’t worried about the past, ‘cause the present be lit
and i pray to the lord, “please forgive me for my sins”
who is patience without runnin’ it up, (“hmm?”)
you a friend of a friend who f*** with an opp
i ain’t give two f****; you’re still gettin’ dropped, (“ah”)
mess with my family, and you’ll f****** get popped
“touch kayjay”, yeah? and i swear it’s a mop
tried to run it up again, i ain’t runnin’ from opps
only people i ever ran from were the cops
like i’m tryna’ make it out; flexin’ in flip*flops yeah
[verse three]
they tried to compete with me, but they could never match this
catch this
all of my n***** are on backness
trap fit; all of my young n***** get active
bang this; run up in spots like, “where the packs is?”
they say i’m “loosin’ my mind”, but i’m never loosin’ the bag
that’s why all of my barbies boujee and bad
i’m only in 7:00 to 3:00
it’s like working at a cafe, but my occupation lies in the trap
i’m never countin’ for fame; i stay countin’ for cash (“b****”)
all these n*ggas washed and they sad
and if they want to complain, i’m puttin’ tools in the bag
i got all my shooters on the grif*grafs, (“hahaha”)
but let me switch up the flow fo’ the third time on the track
my n***** cook in the kitchen and serve the food to the cats
my baby hates when i whip it, she says i “need to relax”
“what?”, but i can’t change how i’m livin’ until i’m lookin’ at racks

[verse four]
yeah; okay
yeah; i’m workin’ for the red
and i know it weren’t your fault
when i was slittin’ on my veins, (“maybe”)
yeah, i’m livin’ in the red, so a n**** born brave, (“right”)
yeah, i’m lightin’ n*ggas up
bringin’ new sorts of red, (“uh*huh”)
and i’ma pull up on your b****; show her a real n***** pain
if you don’t recognize real; you won’t recognize snakes
i had to give it up with my mom, ‘cause she recognize the fake
so i’m screamin’ out, “f*** ‘em”, (“yeah”)
tell a b****, “go low, and please suck ‘em”
man these xans’ make my nuts loose function
you a broke n****; not at my junction
i ain’t rich, so don’t make assumptions, (“don’t”)
but i’m far from broke in abundance, (“course”)
come runnin’ up my likes and my comments
“at fifteen til*“
jokin’, i ain’t comin’
yeah

- lil patient lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular