Quavo & Takeoff – Patty Cake Lyrics

Patty Cake

Quavo & Takeoff

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"Patty Cake." - Quavo & Takeoff

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:24 am

Album: Rocket Power

Track No: 02

These **** lightweight and we heavyweight
RolI me a blunt, sit back and meditate
Been a long time, but it's time to celebrate
I put that white Cartier on my wrist, but just know Black Lives Matter (Black Lives)
She told me when she get hit from the back, she noticed her ass get fatter (Hit it)
Came from the bottom, not talkin' the grass, I came from the dirt and the gravel (Dirt)
Pull up, hop out with a stallion (Hop out)
She got a Chrome Heart saddle (Chrome)
I made a M today, thank God, it's time to celebrate (Thank God)
I'm talkin' a heavyweight, can't fuck with ****, they featherweight
She keep tryna play Patty Cake, I told the ho, "Look at my Patek face" (Look at my Patek face)
**** don't get no handshake, get hot shells fuckin' with the gang, okay
Patty Cake like it's third grade
I went and bulletproofed the Escalade (Skrrt)
Mask on me like a masquerade
I shoot him like a Clipper, fuck a fade (Baow)
Me and Take pop out like a date (Take)
'Cause we go together anyway
Unc' and 'phew stickin' like glue ('Phew)
It's some dogs runnin' on the loose (Ruff)
**** sweet, Sugar Shane
No, I won't tell another **** name (Hey, Take)
Who is buddy? What his name? Huh?
No, he not part of the gang (Nah)
My young **** out catchin' stains (Stains)
And no, we not leavin' no stain (No)
Quavo like Steph' with the three (Splash)
Huncho like Dirk in the paint (Dirk)
You feel like dirt in the paint? Nah
I fill the cup up with drank (Drank)
Put this shit down, I can't
Maybe one day, but today not the day (No)
We got pounds to break
Backend comin' in all kind of ways (Cash)
I'ma stack it up then throw it in the safe (Throw it)
Can't dismiss, can't get my cake (No)
I put that white Cartier on my wrist, but just know Black Lives Matter (Black Lives)
She told me when she get hit from the back, she noticed her ass get fatter (Hit it)
Came from the bottom, not talkin' the grass, I came from the dirt and the gravel (Dirt)
Pull up, hop out with a stallion (Hop out)
She got a Chrome Heart saddle (Chrome)
I made a M today, thank God, it's time to celebrate (Thank God)
I'm talkin' a heavyweight, can't fuck with ****, they featherweight
She keep tryna play Patty Cake, I told the ho, "Look at my Patek face" (Look at my Patek face)
**** don't get no handshake, get hot shells fuckin' with the gang, okay
You know who made the beat

Writer(s): Daryl McPherson, Grant Dickinson, Kirshnick Ball, Quavious Marshall & Jharon Murphy.

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