Lyrics Patrick Bateman - Edwin Felter

Yeah
I'm sorry to say but
I'm back on my grind
Lil bitch
Writing these checks
Writing these rhymes
I am described and defined as a scribe
I did the crime with the noise and the stealth off a mime
I'm am the shit to the fly
Take my time
Close those blinds while I fuck you mind
Uh
Listen close
I try not to do it but I do the most
I keep um close
My enemies enemies and all my foes
Watch how you speak I don't like how you spoke
Watch how you drive and just stay on the road
Turn swerve curve
Tires will burn when there's no where to go
Talk all you want but the truth always shows
Uh
Watch what you say
Watch what you say
Lil bitch
Get out the way
Get out the way
Lil bitch
She told me to hit cause a G never miss
It starts with a kiss then she sucking my dick
Trailer park toppy lickidy split
Spit spit when you licking me
Uh

Saw your bitch up down at the function
And I told her aye
Later on that night she hit me in my dm
And she told me hey
With a smiley face
Watch us fade away
Will and grace
We can change the pace
Turn the page
But it remains the same
No shoes no shirt but I still get Service
No job got money and the music earned it
No smoke pure flame when the Zaza burning
Uh
I gave her the raw that she like from the back
That's why I'm always spitting these fuckboy raps
Tap tap like a tap dance my chemical romance
La la fuck illuminati Ima put um in a body bag
It's really sad the body drags in bloody sand
Shawty little thot and a project baby
Shawty from the projects
South side Spanya right by the sonic
Uh
Met her at the Walmart
Then went to chiles
Two quesadillas
Oof
Baby back to the facts
My life drowning in racks
Open the bag and start counting the stacks
Down to the sino to exchange the bag
Then back to Nambe to sleep in my bed
Sweet dreams lil bitch
You know what it is
You know who we are
You know what it was
And you know what I did
Lil bitch