PATRICK BATEMAN Lyrics

Ay, huh, yuh

Ay, huh, yuh

Let's go

Let's go

Ay, ay, ay, yuh

Haha, we boutta fuck this shit up, let's go

Ay

Real quick, let me give y'all the rundown

Every day, been on that grind 'till sundown

Thinkin' I'm mad when they run mouth

Used to be true, I could give two fucks now

Ex girl's best friend used to hate

Truth is, me and that fake bitch fuck now

When this shit drop, they gon' try to dick ride

Too late, you are all out of luck now

Cause dawg, I been killin' this shit

Like Patrick Bateman

Don't put anyone 'fore myself

I don't got time for a fake friend

She don't wanna give me face

I'm like okay, get out of my face then

Deep down, they be feelin' this shit

So they all like

Damn, we have to hate him

She addicted to what my dick did

Got her feinin', like a vape pen

That's how it goes

Said she caught feelings, I got to go

And after I blow up

They all gon' look back on these days, like

That shit was not a joke

Like, what you gon' do

When secretly you know I'm the fuckin' dude

Ay, yuh

Call me Patrick Bateman, way I'm killin' this shit

They got somethin' to say on a daily basis

But you know I'm still in this bitch

Got your girl hooked

I reel her heart in like a fish

I'm like the flash robbin' a gas station

Imma be stealin' her quick

Damn, this shit clean

When you look like this, can't really go out

You can't be seen

Without makin' a scene

When I sound like this

I can even give women who are livin' in the desert wet dreams

I don't care what you think you know about me

Too busy in the stu, just blowin' off steam, ay

You do not come close to this

Just sit down, bitch, know your place

It's no debate

I'm the hottest motherfucker known to date

From this whole generation

This game, I was born to play

Every girl I see want to fornicate

She beg me to stay, so I told her

I had to return some video tapes, like, ay

Cause dawg, I been killin' this shit

Like Patrick Bateman

Don't put anyone 'fore myself

I don't got time for a fake friend

She don't wanna give me face

I'm like okay, get out of my face then

Deep down, they be feelin' this shit

So they all like

Damn, we have to hate him

She addicted to what my dick did

Got her feinin', like a vape pen

That's how it goes

Said she caught feelings, I got to go

And after I blow up

They all gon' look back on these days, like

That shit was not a joke

Like, what you gon' do

When secretly you know I'm the fuckin' dude

Ay, yuh

I'm beginning to find myself

Now I'm really living, in pussy I'm swimming

Like my name was Michael Phelps, ha

Last thing they want to do is see me winning

But I know what might just help

Stop trying to hide and deny what you've always felt

Knowin' Low Mileage is destined for wealth

Ay, huh, all these irrelevant bitches are angry

Listen to all of them whine

I probably got more talent than all of them combined

One day these labels gon' be like

Some kids with permission slips

They just gon' want me to sign

Like I'm at a high school dance

Imma stay on my grind

It's only a matter of time

Real quick, let me give y'all the rundown

Every day, been on that grind 'till sundown

Thinkin' I'm mad when they run mouth

Used to be true, I could give two fucks now

Ex girl's best friend used to hate

Truth is, me and that fake bitch fuck now

When this shit drop, they gon' try to dick ride

Too late, you are all out of luck now