Lyrics Project Pat

Project Pat

Old Ways

They gonna make me go back to my old ways

Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay

300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way

Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play

Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder

Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder

Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder

Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder

Extended clip one in the head, where the dope

She mask up, tied up, taped and some rope

Hit a lick but have a brown, some pills and some smoke

They gave this bitch a eighth of gas for some motherf*cking throat

Kick yo door with the chopper, poppin' yeah you already know

Deal with the street niggas, word on the street you a hoe

Never got a burner on ya, niggas think that you slow

Bro I'm f*cking with you, make your food man that's for sure

Liars you know how the jungle go

They say get up out the street, where a nigga gonna go

Robberie, drug sales, that's all a nigga know

Robbery or extortion, p*ssy nigga make your choice

They gonna make me go back to my old ways

Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay

300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way

Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play

Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder

Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder

Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder

Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder

Heard this sucker a street over really getting it in

Information gotten from a OG in the pen

Say his daddy was a gangster, but not he not respected

Son had a shelter life, he was street neglected

On his daddy name plugs f*cking with it

OG say his green light on that boy so go and get it

Choppas with them scope, we make no mistakes

Me and my dog lick that bag though like a birthday cake

Headed to the bedroom, nigga came out bustin'

My AK spit that dragon fire, let it start puffin'

Nigga screaming "stop shooting, what ya niggas want?"

I said where the motherf*cking money bitch and all the dope

Nigga took me to his stash and we took all his shit

25 p's of Cali and a f*cking quarter brick

Now that's a true lick

I came up in the hood, I came up off the hood

My niggas is understood, ya feel me?

They gonna make me go back to my old ways

Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay

300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way

Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play

Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder

Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder

Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder

Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder