$ir Abe - Patek Season

I'm a see it, I'm a see it I'm a tweaker, she a eater
That's a perfect pair when you see it
Niggas can try but they can't win I ain't been broke in a minute
Choppa it eat like a sandwich you do it, I already did it
We sending shots at his fitted, um
I'm serving shit like it's tennis, um
Pop 5 percs, I'm a menace, um
I'ma take more, I'm not finished, oh
My niggas always on go
Wanna go overseas, I take her to my boat
I'ma slap when I fuck, yeah, she like to get choked
You feeling froggy, yeah, you better croak
Told em to chill out with all of the coke
Don't give a fuck, so they takin some more
I got five different hoes, like five different modes
Glock got him dancing, he hittin' the folks
Damn, I'm finna take it, pop it again
When shorty come over, she's slobbing again
Pull out the function and hop out of the Benz
I got all these drugs, I don't need no friends
I been popping them, popping them, shit can't end
Nigga broke, he's scraping up four or five cents
It don't matter which motherfucking coat I'm in
Cause it all cost me like Four or five Benz's
I got a hoe, I'm taking her out to Kansas
Nigga tryna take my pic, tryna be me on some fan shit
Fuck up, once you die, you don't get no more chances
When I blow up, I'm finna get me a muhfuckin' mansion
Want a mansion like right now
Buy her dior, I'm her cash cow
Play my speaker way too loud
And yo shorty sleeping on my couch
Tell your bitch to get up out my house
Niggas smoking thrax, smoking loud
I got zaza purple in the pouch, I'm finna tweak out
I'm a tweaker, she a eater
That's a perfect pair when you see it
Told me that she really wanna keep it
So like Michael Jackson had to beat it
That's a big a face, Patek Season
Got a big wrist, Patek Season
For the weed, nigga, I been fiending
Getting bread, my niggas splitting even
Go to the bank, uh
Welcome back, Sir Abe, can we help you?
I need five bands today, uh
You hate on me, I don't know what to tell you
I just been sipping my drink, uh
Richard milli when I boast
40 glockie, gotta tote
Bitch, I'm the man, do it on my own
I'm a tweaker, she a eater
That's a perfect pair when you see it
Told me that she really wanna keep it
So like Michael Jackson had to beat it
That's a big a face, Patek Season
Got a big wrist, Patek Season
For the weed, nigga, I been fiending
Getting bread, my niggas splitting even
Okay, okay
Right now, right now
Okay
Okay

Written by:
Abe Elbalola

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