Lyrics Project Pat

Project Pat

Them O's

I came up off them o-o-o-o's

Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's

Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o's

Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's

I came up off them o-o-o-o's

Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's

Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o's

Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's

Break a whole thing down to o-o's

Pull up on and serve yo ass on the low, low

Too many hustle, too much money for me to go broke

Put on that mask and put them 40s to your throat, throat

Came up in the struggle, some niggas rob, some niggas hustle

Don't go always selling stuff, use your brain that's your muscle

Think about paper, f*ck the rest

Get your cheese, f*ck the stress

Open ya door you got money he gonna pass

That gas straight from northern Cali

Came up serving beans in the alley

Pull up in foreign whips at the palace

I came up off them o-o-o-o's

Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's

Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o's

Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's

I came up off them o-o-o-o's

Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's

Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o's

Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's

I came up off them o's, uh

Good weed is all I smoke, uh

Hit it twice you gonna choke, uh

Stuff it down your bitch throat 'til that bitch choke

I ain't never had shit, had to learn how to hustle

Went and got a plug, and took all of them nigga customers

I got strong, I got the bitch, f*ck all the rest

And then trap with the Tech, took all their customers ran up a check

My shit the strongest, no flex

Sold your bitch a half ounce, got some head but no sex

Gold Rollie, gold cubes, they ask me how I do it

Nigga you must be stupid

I came up off them o-o-o-o's

Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's

Breaking them things in to o-o-o-o's

Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's

I came up off them o-o-o-o's

Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's

Breaking them things in to o-o-o-o's

Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's

Break a brick into a 36

Break a pound down to 16

Bust a pint into a 16

Water whippin' get to serving fiends

700 for a pair of jeans

1000 dollars for a pair of sneakers

Phone ringing, I got ounce plays

Trap bucking I might need a beeper

Monday night I'ma be in Magic City

Got a had to ship it

I been feeling like T-Pain, f*ck around and fell in love with strippers

Walk around in my cavalli slippers

Only Quarter million off of baby bottles

By the summer time I'm getting a new Gallardo

Everything I put on Just to think I started from a 20 in it

Then I doubled up and got a 63

And a 9 piece then I have a cake

Then I hit that bitch up with the icy talk

Made her stand tall like Empire State

Got your bitch crawling by the fireplace

Got these niggas calling me

I came up off them o-o-o-o's

Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's

Breaking them things in to o-o-o-o's

Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's

I came up off them o-o-o-o's

Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's

Breaking them things in to o-o-o-o's

Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's