Pat in All Black ft. Pat Ron Lyrics

Yea yea yea

Turn me up son, yea

Ay

I wasn't ready yet

Gimmie a sec

Yea yea

COTY

Talk to me (Nicely Done)

Ay first name basis

Known in a couple of place

I'm in the spot with no specifications

Pull up I'll send the location

I'm getting back to the basics

Soon as I'm back from vacation

Yea it's my time I ain't wasting

I want it now I don't do reservations

They ask me "Why" and I ask 'em "Why not?"

I like my chances I'm good for the spot

Know she can't help it she like me a lot

She moving crazy she wanna get caught

Said she a foodie I took her to Rudy's it went to her booty like Vivica Fox

Made it to Ruins at 10 on the dot

Ordered a taco with Henn on the rocks

Playin to win I'm give what I got

I ain't got much but a stove and pot

It ain't my field but it feel like the block

The way I do numbers I'm pushing the rock

The way I do numbers I'm filling the stat sheet

Greater than Gatsby

No I'm not signing no tits so don't ask me

That was some shit that my girl had said last week

Okay

Dallas to Austin I'm back on the weekend

Smokin on loud pack baby I'm peaking

We goin up in this bitch til the lease end

Lit for no reason she was Norwegian, yea

Veteran season, audio reaching, play in all regions, yea

Ay it's passport shawty Suite Life of Zack and COTY on a bish

Ay

Back in the day I po' up

Hennessy til I throw up

Shit had my stomach to' up

So nowadays I just go up

Jay in the back gon roll up

Pat in the back in all black

All of my business intact

I'm bout my business like slacks

Back in the day I po' up

Hennessy til I throw up

Shit had my stomach to' up

So nowadays I just go up

Jay in the back gon roll up

Pat in the back in all black

All of my business intact

I'm bout my business like slacks

I just pulled up in scat

Glock .22 and it's black

I'm with my slime yeah my slatt

Spend that shit get it right back

All of my circle is hustlers and plugs my plug got more white than a frat

You niggas really be running in place it look like you first but you lapped

Yo bitch tryna sit on my lap but no I ain't Santa she making it clap

I keep the 4 on me I think that I'm Dak

I go get the racks and I'm making it stack

I'm pulling out tricks out my hat

These niggas be talking bout this and bout that

And I got another trick hid up my sleeve

It's Pat and the Coach had to run that shit back

Back in the day I po' up

Hennessy til I throw up

Shit had my stomach to' up

So nowadays I just go up

Jay in the back gon roll up

Pat in the back in all black

All of my business intact

I'm bout my business like slacks

Back in the day I po' up

Hennessy til I throw up

Shit had my stomach to' up

So nowadays I just go up

Jay in the back gon roll up

Pat in the back in all black

All of my business intact

I'm bout my business like slacks