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Ryan Spann
Ryan Spann
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John Wortman
John Wortman
Songwriter

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I hear em' saying this and that, Patrick's wack Patrick's nothing without Spongebob and Mr. Krabs It's time to show em' what I'm really about Learn to keep my name out your fuckin' mouth Yeah Patrick is back in the booth Don't make me act like a fool If you wanna come with the heat I'll turn you to steam, know I'm packin' it too Break up the dollars, know I got a lot But I'll still get you whacked for a few Call up the Krab and the crew Addy dropped they'll be back in a few I had to get out my feelings Get to the bag and the Krab, I be grillin Look, I need to get me some millions I'm goin' up like a bubble, I don't see no ceilings, of course I'm treating the beat like a blunt, it gets torched I ain't been the same since I hopped off the porch I stayed on my course, I get my kelp from the field I'm shippin' it straight from the source Hit them with the dot, then I dash, but this isn't morse Married the game, I ain't gettin' divorced We light em up, make it look like the fourth Like fireworks, it goes boom Just me at the top, there's no room Diss yo crew like what you gon' do Don't misconstrue the way that I move Flying the P is in silence No pterodactyl, but we still get violent I live in the ocean, the world is my island I don't wanna talk till my money is pilin Where are my flowers, I need my medallion My brothers gon' ride with a strap like a stallion Head shots cant be fixed with a Valium Talk with that thing in my hand, but I'm not Italian Patrick is back in the booth Don't make me act like a fool If you wanna come with the heat I'll turn you to steam, know I'm packin' it too Break up the dollars, know I got a lot But I'll still get you whacked for a few Call up the Krab and the crew Addy dropped they'll be back in a few Sizzle sizzle in the pan Bitch, I am the grillin' man Money triple like damn Yo bitch blew me, she a fan Smokin' broccoli like Dram Put out a hit with my toes in the sand Look, I know I'm the man Bitch, I'ma star shinin' bright as I can Patrick doin' backflips On the beat like gymnastics Doin' hat tricks with the flow like it's magic Lines goin' over yo head, you won't catch it We ain't ever turn it to a has-been, no Look, we're here for the long run Smokin' the pack, it's a strong one Know I've seen things that'll haunt ya But I never folded, I bossed up Pressin' my luck, it's a toss-up You get crossed up, move cautious I might throw up, I feel nauseous Got me fucked up, boy, you not us Whether you believe it or not We're not the same, we not even your odd I got accustomed I'm not leavin' the top If I slide to her crib, then I leave with some top Patrick is back in the booth Don't make me act like a fool If you wanna come with the heat I'll turn you to steam, know I'm packin' it too Break up the dollars, know I got a lot But I'll still get you whacked for a few Call up the Krab and the crew Addy dropped they'll be back in a few
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