[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars
Gripp'in your nina hard, bitch my blood inhated by heart
When I buck you gonna start recognize life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't bout to change
I'm snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane in which direction he make inzane
I ain't bout that fame I'm bout the cheese, that this bout to bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting allover with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come thru I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock
Whatever I drop, but even your bitch can touch whatever I got
You wildin or not is so bring your beef to the spot
Hope that you got your Glock I'm strapped with no hesitance to pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not its everlasting, ain't bout to stop
[Chorus: Project Pat]
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars
Gripp'in your nina hard, bitch my blood inhated by heart
When I buck you gonna start recognize life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't bout to change
I'm snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane in which direction he make inzane
I ain't bout that fame I'm bout the cheese, that this bout to bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting allover with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come thru I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock
Whatever I drop, but even your bitch can touch whatever I got
You wildin or not is so bring your beef to the spot
Hope that you got your Glock I'm strapped with no hesitance to pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not its everlasting, ain't bout to stop
[Chorus: Project Pat]
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
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