PATRICK BATEMAN - Intellectual

Zenex

My shooter elite (yeah), give him a target and he never misses

I'm boutta put on ALYX (let's go), I'm finna go ahead and fuck on that groupie

I got two bitches on me (yeah), they think my life is a motherfucking movie

Bitch I got stones on my wrist (yeah), shit not a diamond I'm rocking that ruby

This lean got me tweaking yeah lil bitch I'm getting too up (too up)

.45 for some seasoning bitch I'm balling like I'm Luka

Red eyes killer I'm on Molly feel like Patrick Bateman

This shit ain't a thriller I still cut it off your hand

Bitch my real is just Xanax (zenex)

Grabbing on my stick bitch I'm a bishop (lеt's go)

Sippin that lean, in that Balenci, take my flick huh

Thought you wеnt blind, but it's the VVS on my wristwatch

Shit, I'm one of a kind, I'm up in Tokyo I'm finna drift huh

Hell of a souvenir for your shit, I took your bitch huh (I took your bitch uh)

Yeah, we going inside out of your place, we took your shit uh

I just been posting up with these dead bodies take my picture

Every day I'm getting geeked up fuck these bitches on drug

If anyone crossed me they gon see some blood on the rugs

I'm not talking bout Number Nines, huh

Everything I got from Julius (go)

Everything I got from Julius (slatt, slatt)

Everything I got from Julius (go)

Don't give a fuck bout nothing, living my life like I'm Morpheus

Yeah I am talking bout cough syrup

Yeah I'm talking bout morphine

They ask me why I'm still on that old shit, they don't know nothing about style (huh)

Killing these kids with the MAC-11 dropping their bodies they fell (go)

Come with Draco lil bitch, I make these motherfuckers melt

Bitch fuck ur pussy lil shit (shit)

Wait till I pop the molly the pill, I'm going lit when I kick it

I'm getting old I'm getting cray, shit makes no sense when ur a junkie

Don't give a fuck bout ur feeling bitch I'm been getting more selfish

Whipping my katana out and I go for the kill (shit let's go, huh)

Whipping my katana out like I'm going for Bill (huh, shiah, shiah)

Wait til we burn down the place and we taking a clip

I mixed the blunt up with the pill

Call me a B-2 cause I'm in the stealth (yeah, what, yeah)

I'm with a junkie he ready to kill

Going too hard my liquor spilled

Step on the Benjamin step on the pill

Aim at his head he standing still

Get out the body bag you know the drill

That bitch she top me she did it for real

Got my name painted up all on her nails

Bih what that sound (let's go)

I got a choppa in the house told my bro light it up

Yeah, we got a whole lotta weapons up in the house let's pack it up

Yeah, I feel like Walter White I'd spray you with that hundred round