Patty Cake - Quavo

Sniper Gang Yeah, I like this lil' beat right here Yeah, this a nice little beat I'm sippin' on Belaire Yeah, I'm finna paint a picture Finna paint me a lil' picture What this called? Oh this the new Belaire too This the white wine, I like the white wine I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL I clap a nigga like patty cake I clap a nigga like patty cake I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou I clap a nigga like patty cake Yeah, that a way I'm 'bout to grab the Wraith, I'm 'bout to grab the key I'm 'bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face I got a feelin' that today gon' be a fantastic day I'm gettin' tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe It's either I win or you lose, 'cause I won't accept defeat And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe I'm sippin' on Belaire 'cause it make me feel like I'm on ecstasy I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin' on her feet And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets My rims taller than my son, I'm 'bout to drop another one You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL I clap a nigga like patty cake I clap a nigga like patty cake I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou I clap a nigga like patty cake My chain VVS I'm booted up, I got more pills than a CVS I'm the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin' Power Ball Sippin' on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane's No time for you lames, I'm flyer than a plane I'm ridin' like a train, she love to give me brain You shootin' with your eyes closed, you ain't Sniper Gang She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck You know lil' Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the 'jects I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL I clap a nigga like patty cake I clap a nigga like patty cake I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou I clap a nigga like patty cake

YG, which ones you like better These Frankie B's or these Gucci? Wait, which ones make my booty look bigger? Can you make it clap Can you make it clap Can you make it clap Can you make it clap Can you make it clap Can you make it clap Can you make it clap Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake She make it clap and bring it back on a nigga She make it clap and bring it back on a nigga She drop it to the floor low then she pick it up She drop it to the floor low then she pick it up Booty like Nicki, bitch so pretty If I see her in the club, bet a dub I get it All the bad bitches, all the rat bitches All the doo-doo mamas and the fat bitches Gon'-gon'-gon' fuck it up Drink the whole cup Leave your number baby Tell me when we gon' fuck Tell her dance on my dick I can't get enough I ain't tryna have a baby But I'm tryna bust a nut Yeah, a nigga nasty Bitch call me daddy Now she wanna be my bitch and start a fuckin' family What I look like I told that slut sike Baby, said she pregnant That was a joke right? I said it must be ya ass 'cause it ain't yo face Don't kill all of it Bitch, pass the drink I'm tryna bag a bitch like a bag of 8th And she'll crack open like a brack of safe Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake She make it clap and bring it back on a nigga She make it clap and bring it back on a nigga She drop it to the floor low then she pick it up She drop it to the floor low then she pick it up Lil' bad bitch, I bet I hit fasho She turn me on when she start doing the toosie roll Pulled up to the spot in the Benzo I brought it out like y'all shoot a rento Get it in the back seat Fog up the windows The Maybach Benzo is like a Lambo Her ass poppin' like pimples Tryna go in like some ass on dimples Rollin' off a pill Nigga real hard Fuck with me girl, I can put you on a billboard Fat asses get passes Tryna find a bitch who I know get ratchet She got her 7 jeans on and her weave long She just want somebody shoulder she can lean on Lil' naked bitch She got her crackout Kit kat snack I'll blow her back out Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake She make it clap and bring it back on a nigga She make it clap and bring it back on a nigga She drop it to the floor low then she pick it up She drop it to the floor low then she pick it up Drop it like it's heavy Drop it like it's heavy Drop it like it's heavy Drop it like it's heavy Too heavy Too heavy Too heavy Too heavy Too heavy Too heavy Too heavy She make it clap and bring it back She make it clap and bring it back She drop it to the floor low She drop it to the floor low Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake, make it shake Pattycake, pattycake

(Al Geno on the track) Yeah, yeah, huh What the fuck they thought, nigga? (What the fuck they thought?) I just jumped up out the fuckin' vault, nigga (go), huh Niggas singin' like Diana Ross, nigga (su!) I don't wanna hear no sorry for my loss, nigga Fuck it, do some, I just put my roof on it (put that house on it) I don't give a fuck about no big homie (fuck 'em) No Huncho, no, fuck it, I'm back on it (chill out) Everybody know just how we act on it (go) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh) Ain't gon' run, I got that strap on me (grah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? Honey bun, can you do somethin' for me? (Do somethin') Can you go automatic just for me? (Frrt, frrt) Tommy gun, can you do somethin' for me? (Su!) Can you call Al Capone for me? (Brrt, brrt, yeah) I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (say what?) I got a, I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (uh, get out) How can I come outside, without no mask on? (How?) They wanna see my emotions, I ain't smilin' at all (fuck 'em) I bought a bulletproof Humvee, it could take down a wall (skrrt) Tactical mechanics end up paying off (brrt) They don't want me talkin' like this gangster, at all (uh, uh) They'd rather see me on TV playin' basketball (fuck that), huh Hell nah (hell nah), fuck all that (fuck it), huh I'm back, no more Hollywood, just bring me back (hi), huh I just got a hundred bricks like hack a shack (bando), huh 2014, Huncho is back Honeybun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, frrt, huh (Honeybun, Al Capone), yeah Tommy gun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (what?) Can you call Al Ca-? (Al Capone, brrt) Huh, huh, huh, Huncho