Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song P.A.T., artist - Denzel Curry. Album song ZUU, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PH
Song language: English
P.A.T. |
| I’m finna show you fuck niggas how Florida go H.A.M., nigga |
| Straight like that, fuck nigga |
| FnZ |
| Oh damn |
| Ronny J, please turn me up |
| Contact, sit out, I’ma hold the fort |
| All black, sticks out like I’m Voldemort |
| Lights out, stomped out like Columbus Short |
| This ain’t what you want, better teleport |
| Instant transmission, have your mans missing, plans thicken |
| While my bands thicken, have your clan stricken, hands itchin' |
| That’s the trigger finger, uh, now your spirit linger, uh |
| Get my Stanley Steamer on, sniper with the beamer on |
| Cut your line like I’m Hercules, leave you in surgery |
| Beef is a wad of meat, bitch, this ain’t Aqua Teen |
| Fuck a gun, I’ma go whip his ass |
| Fuck around, have you spinnin' like Taz |
| All you 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 |
| Why they hit that man with the boom-shaka-laka? |
| If he got the scope with the zoom, shotta, shotta |
| I grew up in a city where most people have no goals |
| Just 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, sit out, I’ma hold the fort |
| All black, sticks out like I’m Voldemort |
| Lights out, stomped out like Columbus Short |
| This ain’t what you want, better teleport |
| Instant transmission, have your mans missing, plans thicken |
| While my bands thicken, have your clan stricken, hands itchin' |
| That’s the trigger finger, uh, now your spirit linger, uh |
| Get my Stanley Steamer on, sniper with the beamer on |
| Blood on my shoes, these ain’t red bottoms, headshot 'em |
| Fly in the night with my bats, Gotham, feds watching |
| Bitch, I’m from Dade, I do no cappin', no lackin' |
| Once you get hit, don’t know what happened, no flapping |
| Free Ted, nigga, fuck all my enemies |
| Fuck nigga run up, catchin' felonies |
| Get the racks, flip the pack, that’s my specialty |
| Hundred round hit your block, 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 |
| Blackland, nigga, 66.-motherfuckin'-6 |