Lyrics

[Intro] I wanna say no lust no glory you know what I'm saying? It's really true If it ain't no lust it ain't no glory Know what I'm saying? Got to put it down if you really want to crawl down Know what I'm saying? It ain't no falling at your front door You gotta grind for it baby [Verse] When we put it down, yeah we do it G-style It's the P-A-to the-T and they hear my freestyle Smoking 'bout that grinding Bumper kit reclining Yellow hoes whining I'm coming dine In this Texas, rolling on Vogues It's the Fat Pat, Ima roll down slow Knock a dine nigga off, slam my candy door In my gangster strut, knock up [?] a truck I'm still rolling bumper kit, I don't give a fuck Let me just dine Pop trunk surround Young nigga throwed, diamonds [?] In my damn trunk I ain't no punk Still hanging with that boy Blunt, Kory Blunt Me and Big Moe is coming down in the Jag' Waiting on the bread, run them punks full of lead 'Cause we gon wreck a [?] for the '96 Crawling down slow on choppaz from the mix Still up in the game Ain't nothing changed Gotta be the mane Now I got fame What they wanna do? Still fucking with the Screw It's the P-A-to the-T yeah nigga I thought you knew You can't play a G, can't see me from a long, long way, way In the sky so high, on Cloud 9 Mad hoe, but a young playa staying dine Watch me in the corner Blowing marijuana Rolling with the Pat, in the Lincoln but they think [?] Blinking, in the turning lane Swang I ride 'cause we on '4s mane Roll down boys, it's T, can you niggas see me? Still rolling drop top, but them boys see me What they wanna do, 'cause we still riding red A lot of my homies yeah they thrown [?] But you gotta get it Yeah you gotta grind Ima put it dine Gotta get mine I ain't gonna trip Roll Moe ship This time I'm coming 18s with the grip, on a grind Crawling on '4s, watch a young playa climb Small lights on Creeping 'til dawn On my mobile phone On my way home My bopper [?] red Fat Pat, yeah you know the ladies straight red Living in the [?] motherfuck a story You know the Pat, I ain't ever gon glory Lot of niggas try to catch me straight thinking Coming down [?] see that nigga [?] blinking At the damn light, looking so good Roll to Alberta and holla at the 'hood What's up [?] What's up Hiram Clarke? What's up 3rd Ward? What's up South Park? What's up South West? Smoking on the stress Coming down the slab, mane the slab getting stressed 'Til my fucking [?] big red Popped up [?] We gon break the mic We up in your sight Don't give a damn if you haters in the night Why they pray dine 'cause we might succeed Swangaz and blades out there on the creep Chopping boys up Swanging boys up Hopping on the trunk and I don't give a fuck, huh In the gangster strut