Pat Mahomes ft. SwaggDaddy, HUF.wav & Jo Jakk Lyrics

While you're working as the art director for Huff, my desire is to memorialize the passing of Alfred F

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Whole lotta red in this cup, we not in Kansas City

Pat my homies on the back, they gettin' Millies with me

I can't play games with these hoes, cause they actin' silly

Lot of niggas around my set, they be throwin' up billies

S-Q-U-A-D, we poppin' willies

Pop a opp in his top, his block was filthy

The coupe, the color of lemonade, my ice was simply

The reason why your hoe got slayed, to hop in the Bentley

She see my crew be tailor-made, we havin' the blinkies

I walk straight in the booth, I got two bitches with me

My gang just like the Dodgers, I got hitters with me

I need a Bentley, I'm smokin' on Billy, I'm coolin' with Millie, tryna get me a Millie

Me and the gang, we the best in the city. I know that I'm bad, they callin' me Lindley

Back in the day, I was swipin' the giffies. I'ma be on the run, til they comin' to get me

I'm doin' it for China, I'm pouring up Remy. I love the designer, mix chrome and Balenci

Swag and Jo Jakk, we back to back hemi's, Balboa vs. Draco, my diamonds be hittin'

Look how my swag be drippin', bow bow. I don't take you serious, I call you Bow Wow

Fear of God hoodie, it's hard to bow down. Louis Vuitton, this not no Playground

I'm not where you from, but you see me around. International swag in the smallest of towns

Bangin' out yo Speakers, me and Jo Jakk spit that ether, uh

I'm smokin' on ether, I'm in the demon and I'm gettin' head from a Demon

Pour a Wok in that two liter, we sip a leaner, we don't do lemonade

Damn bro, I left the Drake today, I might hit his ass with that switchblade

These pussy niggas be bitch made, really smacked his ass in the 10th grade

I been drinkin' dirty, I might need a maid

That's that Off-White, I ain't talkin' beige

Whole lotta red in this cup, we not in Kansas City

Pat my homies on the back, they gettin' Millies with me

I can't play games with these hoes, cause they actin' silly

Lot of niggas around my set, they be throwin' up billies

S-Q-U-A-D, we poppin' willies

Pop a opp in his top, his block was filthy

The coupe, the color of lemonade, my ice was simply

The reason why your hoe got slayed, to hop in the Bentley

She see my crew be tailor-made, we havin' the blinkies