They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
I'm gunna on the runna
All the checks got a comma
Gettin' heat like it's summer
Shoot explode like a bomber
Burnin' fire blow the tire
Off the road this be dier
Steal the load it's a cryer
And shoot like desire
It be chedda got the credda
Bullet wound it get better
Your girl, yeah I met her
You know that I get her
Load the clip then I zip
Pop you like another zit
Hit the rip when I grit
Then I skrt and do the slip
My car always go on the roads
Cracking blacktop like it's code
Make you croak like a toad
Pull it off take the load
I act tough, tough enough
To make you always shush
But I'm soft as a plush
With one punch I'll be crushed
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They low on the track, money hard it a rack
Hiding out in the shack, under rock like it's pat
And i'm balling every labels callin'
Like yo wassup we want yo garbage
But nah i ain't fallin'
Cause I know you was sawing logs while we was on that mic
With barack obama
Obama was never really there
I made it up
And i've never met that man before
Let alone know where he was when we was
Writing hits and
Recording songs and
Posting memes on twitter for clout and general fun
We got the vision, we on that mission
We finna buy a school bus after school or college finished
We don't care 'bout your opinion, i know some day we'll get it
And if you throw hands at our business you're family finna go missin'
Patrick Video (MV)
Performed By: European Citizens the 8th
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Bruce Carter, Sam Matthews
European Citizens the 8th - Patrick Lyrics
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They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
I'm gunna on the runna
All the checks got a comma
Gettin' heat like it's summer
Shoot explode like a bomber
Burnin' fire blow the tire
Off the road this be dier
Steal the load it's a cryer
And shoot like desire
It be chedda got the credda
Bullet wound it get better
Your girl, yeah I met her
You know that I get her
Load the clip then I zip
Pop you like another zit
Hit the rip when I grit
Then I skrt and do the slip
My car always go on the roads
Cracking blacktop like it's code
Make you croak like a toad
Pull it off take the load
I act tough, tough enough
To make you always shush
But I'm soft as a plush
With one punch I'll be crushed
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They low on the track, money hard it a rack
Hiding out in the shack, under rock like it's pat
And i'm balling every labels callin'
Like yo wassup we want yo garbage
But nah i ain't fallin'
Cause I know you was sawing logs while we was on that mic
With barack obama
Obama was never really there
I made it up
And i've never met that man before
Let alone know where he was when we was
Writing hits and
Recording songs and
Posting memes on twitter for clout and general fun
We got the vision, we on that mission
We finna buy a school bus after school or college finished
We don't care 'bout your opinion, i know some day we'll get it
And if you throw hands at our business you're family finna go missin'
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
I'm gunna on the runna
All the checks got a comma
Gettin' heat like it's summer
Shoot explode like a bomber
Burnin' fire blow the tire
Off the road this be dier
Steal the load it's a cryer
And shoot like desire
It be chedda got the credda
Bullet wound it get better
Your girl, yeah I met her
You know that I get her
Load the clip then I zip
Pop you like another zit
Hit the rip when I grit
Then I skrt and do the slip
My car always go on the roads
Cracking blacktop like it's code
Make you croak like a toad
Pull it off take the load
I act tough, tough enough
To make you always shush
But I'm soft as a plush
With one punch I'll be crushed
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They are low on the track
Money hard it's a rack
Hidin' out in the shack
Under rock like it's pat
They low on the track, money hard it a rack
Hiding out in the shack, under rock like it's pat
And i'm balling every labels callin'
Like yo wassup we want yo garbage
But nah i ain't fallin'
Cause I know you was sawing logs while we was on that mic
With barack obama
Obama was never really there
I made it up
And i've never met that man before
Let alone know where he was when we was
Writing hits and
Recording songs and
Posting memes on twitter for clout and general fun
We got the vision, we on that mission
We finna buy a school bus after school or college finished
We don't care 'bout your opinion, i know some day we'll get it
And if you throw hands at our business you're family finna go missin'
Writer: Bruce Carter, Sam Matthews
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid