Текст песни Pattern - Payko

(Ayo with the mayo)

Time to switch up the pattern I got me a Patek
These bitches is addicts they throwing back xannies
Time to ice out the karats go Rodger no rabbit
The coupe came wit shoes it ain't factory setted
I pull up the cream of the crop and I'm taking they money
They call me Loot bandit
Audible bag and you know that I ran it
Designer da drip, ya I switch up the pattern
I'm high as a martian my bitches from Saturn
I put rings on my bitch like my bitch was an Audi
I swim in dat pussy I keep me a paddle
My niggas sum snakes & I cut off the rattles
Yo nigga a rat I done seen dat boy tattle
Put my faith in a bullet it handle my battles
My faith in my pattern I handle my business
I'm straight on the pork & the beef ima shoot up da cattle

When G get out, ya we goin' to Cali
Versace da runners we steppin' in Bally
Trappin' exotic we bag it & sell it
Trap nigga she in love wit my pattern
I fuck on her sister I gave her to brudda we already hittem
My VV's shining ya they already hittin'
You play wit my gang then you know that you hit
Hit twice then I'm switchin' the clip
Hit the gas in a Benz & automatically drift
Hit twice den I'm taking a trip
My trip on my hip so I know I can't fall
Money calling ima pick up the phone
Fuck twice ima leave her alone
Fuck rice my model ain't home
Fuck a dyke make you suck on dis clip

Ripped DNA these bitches Amiri
My new bitch like to fuck in the mirror
Hit from the back & I'm seeing her clear
You be pillow talking AirPods in ya ear
I'm smoking on loud I get high thru my ears
I took her virginity ain't seen her in years
Got jammed in Virginia but why that hoe tell
Putta M in a backwood indicted thru mail
I can measure a pint bitch I don't need a scale
Payko hell, he hell
That nigga a monkey so cut off his tail
Kidnapped from da trap if I'm sleeping in jail
Good product gone sell I'm not needing no help
I'm independent if her pussy fa sell I'm not needing that bitch
I keepa Bankroll I go street on that bitch
If her head is too wack ima cheat on that bitch
These niggas get wacked tryna street on a nigga you sweet on a bitch
Word from my mouth I won't cheat on a lick
My brudda in county tryna run up dem bands
Pick up ya head & don't hold out ya hand
My favorite patna putta knife in my back
Fuck dat bastard I'm back working da scam
Fucked a black rose it was dead in a garden
When the grass in ya face Issa snake in the sand
A nigga go missing ima shoot at his mans
A nigga tried me but I fuck wit his Mama
Only reason that a nigga ain't done em
That hoe stole my Prada like what is her problem
I fucked her lil sister & broke her & I put it on my mama
Top shotta my family sum Rastas
Give me a dollar his head is a pasta
I'm walking 2 C's & I'm stepping on lobster
Double C crip, triple C me
Rollin' exotic pussy sea weed
When its bout money I put on my patna's
Payko Fettin'Guap count up da Gwalla
I fuck on her toe I make a bitch holler
Designer mismatch I can switch up da pattern
I'm rockin' a yeti my fabric extinct
I keep me a ratchet like clank ima count up da bank
I'm sippin' & I jus want sum head cuz her pussy might stank
Ima air ya out, Go Aaron on Hank
Ima air it out, Cuz niggas gone hate
Ima air ya out, Put dat fire to ya face
Ima air it out, Fuck nigga don't play

You play wit my gang then you know that you hit
Hit twice then I'm switchin' the clip
Hit the gas in a Benz & automatically drift
Hit twice den I'm taking a trip
My trip on my hip so I know I can't fall
Money calling ima pick up the phone
Fuck twice ima leave her alone
Fuck rice my model ain't home
Fuck a dyke make you suck on dis clip