Patx - Das Wassup

If you need me you can find me where the mic's at setting mice traps
You'll get smoked with the way I wrote I'm like Steinbeck with a dime bag
Tell a hater to sniff my pit stench
Ego taller than that dude from Big Fish
On the mound
I look around
Ball a fist and then pitch a bitch fit
Know she mean it when she say she say she don't normally do this
I take off her clothes and I see a lil tan
One let me hit and I feel like the man
Another one don't text me back I'm like "damn"
Every time that I plug in a mic
And get inspiration I kill it
Okay
So ain't gotta bat at the fence
Or smash on a chick
I still get a hit every day
So how could I be a bad sport
But for those that think I need to rap more
The flows I speak
Are like overseas
Cause to get to me you need a passport
Giving these dummies a crash course
Black boy with a blackboard
Stepped to me
I pull the lever
Collapsing
Your platform
Oh you made it out the mud that's what's up
(that's what's up)
Changed your mind and ain't give up that's what's up
(that's what's up)
Turned that minus to a plus that's what's up
(that's what's up)
Crashed and burned a hundred times now you up
I got a number two pencil on my hip
Dat my stick
Fill a whole
Page with lead
Then I flip
Dat my lick
Uh
All the things I'm accomplishing hoe
Probably need not to drop on knees bro
The divine is inside of me so
I talk to God
Alter ego
Talk to God but I botched the lingo
Under flows like I shop for speedos
Under flows like I shot torpedoes
Got enough streams to drop on Vevo
First you go viral on TikTok or Twitter
Then get invited to sit with the mister
Demand for the singer songwriter get bigger
But if you do not fit the Bill you gone Wither
Brodie gone ride if there's ever a hiccup
He gonna get ya that nigga the Witcher
Ain't part of squad so they always get bitter
Sorry my camp concentrated like Hitler
Sorry the money counter my ambition and I wanna hear it
I wanna money counter so much money
That I'll call the fucking counter that the moneys on
The money counter so much money counted up at funny hours
Funny how ya doubted when me and the bros was up at funny hours
Trying to figure how we gonna make it out and now
Bitch I ain't massive but still causing mass appeal
Need repair on my nerves cause I'm spazzing still
BBL why you act like that ass is real
It don't matter I'm gonna be back there still
Just to make sure that every orgasm real
We started including toys like a happy meal
Going hard so I need me some cash for real
Man they bread is infectious need Vagisil
Oh you made it out the mud that's what's up
(that's what's up)
Changed your mind and ain't give up that's what's up
(that's what's up)
Turned that minus to a plus that's what's up
(that's what's up)
Crashed and burned a hundred times now you up
Oh you made it out the mud
That's what's up
Man I'm just trying to keep it rolling off these dubs
Like a truck
I wanna slice of the pie not just the crust
What the fuck
And I struggled all my life shit was rough
Now I'm up

Written by:
Patrick Rutledge

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