Fredo - Pattern Gang lyrics
Fredo [Marvin William Bailey] Mozart Estate, Kilburn London, England 🇬🇧
[Fredo - Pattern Gang lyrics]
Have my young boy sliding around with
The joint tryna pattern man
Im on the phone to the plug and
He told me hes gonna pattern dat
And yeah my white gyals back so big
I swear I had to pat on dat
I had to slap on dat
We swinging thru the streets
Like some orangutan
These balmain jeans im sportin in
Cost a bag a sand
Dem boyz ova der love to chat
Nuff they got bags of dat
And if your are talking about them cunch
Spots i get bags of that
Im whipping this yola
Im getting dem whole and they know
That it's nothing to me
Im sliding with bros and we had them poles
And them boyz was cutting from we
Used to sleep on the mattress
Now look at this actress
Shes ucking on me Im up in my spot
Theres a grub in my pot and a dumpling on me
No mutton and fritterz im working
Im running with whippers
They making a mistake then
We running and dinger
You know i put trust in my nigga
They say that im taking a piss pretty
Face and her wist is a myth
Im calling in Nobri, Im making a flip
Im Fredo my trainers are sick
In upsah In upsah Im lonely
Jus made a half nine from an ozey
Im smoking on army, Im dozey
Im flashy I will still rob
A boy for his rolley
Not to mention we screaming Free Strody
Not to mention we dealing dem Ozs, Givenchy
My sweater ain't dealing with stoney
Got joints and them niggas got pokeys
I told you im rolling with Brody
Don't wanna see Sav when
Hes rolling of codeine
Im rolling with all of my HRB so
My nigga you best not provoke me
You best not provoke me
My little nigga this is pattern gang
You best not provoke me
Im a HRB this is pattern gang
Have my young boy sliding around with
The joint tryna pattern man
Im on the phone to the plug and
He told me hes gonna pattern dat
And yeah my white gyals back so big
I swear i had to pat on dat
I had to slap on dat
We swinging thru the streets
Like some orangutan
These balmain jeans im sportin in
Cost a bag a sand
Dem boyz ova der love to chat
Much they got bags of dat
And if your are talking about them cunch
Spots i get bags of that
I gotta stay Low man im hiding
From trident they want in jail
They like how im rhyming and styling
So labels they want me aswell
Im still in the streets man I swear
It's so hard just to balance it
Cuz im still up in my trap wit
A whole 36 tryna vanish it
This is pattern shit
Niggas know me for sliding round on the
Main road with the baddest bitch
Or letting the yola call out in my pot
And then hit it with the magic stick
Your taking the piss
You sold lil weed that ain't taking a risk
Got a show so im taking the stick
And if I plead guilty im taking the 6
You talk about the trap but i know for
A fact you ain't breaking no bricks
When was the last time u tapped of a strip
Im rolling with Mitchy we taking a trip
After this broski take me to bing
And most weeks man i change up my sim
20 grand and thats just for my for bling and
I ain't include my watch or my ring
They got my brudders locked but they soon
Home and we gonna pattern up
I just phoned bro he ain't got
Doe hes tryna pattern stuff
My brudders know that I will ride
For them and that pattern love
Everytime we lose a joint just know
That bros are gonna pattern up
Im a HRB this is pattern gang
Have my young boy sliding around with
The joint tryna pattern man
Im on the phone to the plug and
He told me hes gonna pattern dat
And yeah my white gyals back so big
I swear had to pat on dat
I had to slap on dat
We swinging thru the streets
Like some orangutan
These balmain jeans im sportin in
Cost a bag a sand
Dem boyz ova der love to chat
Much they got bags of dat
And if your are talking about them cunch
Spots i get bags of that