Patrick Mahomes

(Wonka secured the bag)

Yeah (keep the bag, King Wonka), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoo! (Yes, sir)

Get it and get it, gone rockin' these Championship rings like I'm Patrick Mahomes, yeah

Druggin' and thuggin' and kickin' with killer, they treat Moochie like Al Capone (Al Capone)

Got them all speculatin', **** be watchin' tryna see what I really been on, yeah (what!)

Handle the business and personally go with my ****, don't talk over phone (yeah)

Put the hot shit in your dome, still runnin' shit when I go back home (eastside)

Got on my ice when I'm servin' the cone (on the cone)

On the paintball, ****, so you better watch your tone

Hand me a knife for a **** with none, caught me a bone right in the end zone (end zone)

Get out of line and get hit with the chrome

I was stuck in the trap 'fore I saw me a microphone (stuck in the trap)

Yeah, know the trap shit going on and on

**** be bitin', they really my clone

Stay on some fly shit, high as a chrome (high)

Rich street ****, 'fore I made me a song (rich ****)

My **** touch me so I cut off my home (cut his ass off)

Know I be putting on G like cologne (uh-huh)

Super bad bitch and I gave her the phone (yes, sir)

Yeah, yeah

Pull up on your block is a cold red

Pretending babies don't shoot for the lead

Hey, y'all get free, look, I got the feds

**** be bitch and they soft like tears

I said fuck, I might need me a slit (icy)

Made me a profit, then jumped in the bed

Cut off the bitch, I want money instead

The party got that, pay stuff with the bread (racks)

Right down, trapping it out in these '80s

Tuesday, shit, trying back to the basis

Wednesday, call me your boss with them babies

Thursday, got the block hotter than Satan

Friday, and Saturday, pop out with them Haitians

Trapping on Sunday, we still going crazy

Got out the Maybach for special occasions

I was on dirt, but the rappin' had saved me (the rap had saved me)

Get it and get it, gone rockin' these Championship rings like I'm Patrick Mahomes, yeah

Druggin' and thuggin' and kickin' with killer, they treat Moochie like Al Capone, uh (whoo)

Got them all speculatin', **** be watchin' tryna see what I really been on (been on)

Handle the business and personally go with my ****, don't talk over phone (yo)

Put the hot shit in your dome (hot), still runnin' shit when I go back home (back home)

Got on my ice when I'm servin' the cone (on the cone)

On the paintball, ****, so you better watch your tone

Hand me a knife for a **** with none, caught me a bone right in the end zone

Get out of line and get hit with the chrome

I was stuck in the trap 'fore I saw me a microphone (yeah)

Similar **** to hunt, spend 300 bands just less in a month

I fuck with your bitch then I take her to brunch

Number three is around me, I don't fuck with no chump (uh-huh)

Y'all **** be runnin' shit like Forrest Gump

Make back in the no-bleed, that's how I stunt

Straight out the east, we put **** in blunt

My shooter secure the spot back to the front

Fick with shit back and he little **** done

My daddy just called me and said I'm the one (my daddy)

Up in the dragon, I let the bitch home

Big off for some real, but I still run it small (on God)

Go to the hood and get love from the bone (uh-huh)

We up on that bullshit, they know how we come (we come)

**** play games and get hit with the drums (uh-huh)

I ain't havin' no money, better get some (Gigantic)

Get it and get it, gone rockin' these Championship rings like I'm Patrick Mahomes, yeah

Druggin' and thuggin' and kickin' with killer, they treat Moochie like Al Capone, uh

Got them all speculatin', **** be watchin' tryna see what I really been on (been on)

Handle the business and personally go with my ****, don't talk over phone (yo)

Put the hot shit in your dome (hot), still runnin' shit when I go back home (back home)

Got on my ice when I'm servin' the cone (on the cone)

On the paintball, ****, so you better watch your tone

Hand me a knife for a **** with none, caught me a bone right in the end zone

Get out of line and get hit with the chrome

I was stuck in the trap 'fore I saw me a microphone (Wonka secured the bag)