Gucci Mane No Patience (Ft. Chief Keef)
(Hook: Chief Keef)
I got hard tips falling on these bitches
I get all they numbers, I don't call these bitches
No patience for they life, just kiss my wallet bitches
Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas
(Verse: Gucci Mane)
I got a bitch I send on runs, I put the book back in my Benz
Got her f'in with the seatbelt strapped on it cuz it's my friend
Breakin bricks down in my tent, I got bills stacked to my chin
Dime of jewels cost that nigga a nail, watch yo boy cut off a limb
Look at me then look at him
Hard top Bentley, Bentley rim
F..ck 2 sisters with the cream
And I drop topped off, I broke the rims
Back to back, bitch call them twins
Got a hard top X and a drop top M
Call my iceberg slim, can't f**k with him
2K on weed, yea that's a bill
5K on lean, I'm leanin now
Drunk to a whole price, I'mma drink it down
Your girlfriend's a semen demon
Big Gwap she screamin out
Drop top Rari showing cleavage
I'm on Cleveland – call it believing
Knock yo bitch til I leave no reason
Take my bitch and call it even
(Hook: Chief Keef)
I got hard tips falling on these bitches
I get all they numbers, I don't call these bitches
No patience for they life, just kiss my wallet bitches
Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas
You can hold this 30 up this 40 nigga
You die, you hit, just 40 stress some Shawty nigga
We don't trust these bitches or these niggas
Big face Rollie 40, point us nigga
(Verse: OJ Da Juiceman)
Nigga tried to knock me out
But these niggas extra salt
How in the hell you just start robbin? Come and try to test a boss
Play the hand that I was dealt
40 make you pay the mill
I don't send no niggas dawg, I do that shit by myself
Co-defendant that's a no
Play how that shit flyin cold
One thing bout yo jukebox nigga, spray the pu**y like a score
Since you pussy I'mma send these hollow tips down yo throat
Killa killa, murda murda
Flip that nigga like a burger
I don't shoot for legs, so you know ain't no tip in murder
And young Juiceman they were fine, made me put you on the murder
Smoke you like a cancer stick
Make yo mama dimmelon er
Talkin all that tough talk
But yo a** know you baloney
Wanna go to war? Make the Gatling talking like I'm Tony
(Hook: Chief Keef)
I got hard tips falling on these bitches
I get all they numbers, I don't call these bitches
No patience for they life, just kiss my wallet bitches
Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas
You can hold this 30 up this 40 nigga
You die, you hit, just 40 stress some Shawty nigga
We don't trust these bitches or these niggas
Big face Rollie 40, point us nigga