Whole Lotta Weed Project Pat

[Intro]
Man, let me hit that weed dog
Man, that shit some dro
Man, that was fucked up what happened to the boy the other day
Man you know how these niggas do
Violate real players and end up on the motherfuckin' front page of the newspaper
Fuck that sucker, that's what he gets, for runnin' his motherfuckin' mouth (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Real players like to smoke a (Whole lotta' weed)
Drinkin' bottles of that liquor (All that we need)
This 9mm (Will make you bleed)
I advise you niggas (Don't fuck with me)
Real players like to smoke a (Whole lotta' weed)
Drinkin' bottles of that liquor (All that we need)
This 9mm (Will make you bleed)
I advise you niggas (Don't fuck with me)

[Verse 1]
Real players like to smoke a stroke her off in her throat-ah
Bend over, let me poke her, roll up on some old dope-ah
Don't take me for a joke-ah, hollows will make you croak-ah
My hands around your throat, grip, grip tight like a chok-ah
Hate, hate me fo no reason, beat, beat yo like a peon
Pumpkinhead what you get-ah, it must be killin' season
For some droppers and suckers, coward ass motherfuckers
Poppin' off at the cap-ah, can get you killed like others
Maybe it's not yo' time-ah, maybe it could be mine-ah
Then put me in a box and bury me with my nine-ah
.44 and my shotty, haters up in this sorry
Wishin' that they put the bullets up in my body
But that's if I'm a gone-ah, for now smell the aroma
Of brown cold liquor and potent marijuana
Project Pat in this bitch-ah, tryin', mane, to get rich-ah
The first pull off this dope is gonna' hit ya