Patek

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392, switch it up with the cat (Cat)
 I count a million right here on my lap (On my lap)
 Bought a new Spyder then take off the plastic
 I stomp on that 488, hit the gas
 Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
 Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
 Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it (Oh yeah)
 Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it (Brrt, brrt)
 You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
 None of these girls got strings attached
 I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
 I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
 She fell in love, she saw a million racks
 I made it out, I ain't going back
 Killing these niggas in all black
 Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
 Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you
 Come on, baby, you know that I'm bagging you (Yeah)
 I had to get a Louis, a bag or two
 It is no one that is bad as you
 We got new Pateks on Pateks too
 Made it straight to the top, got a whole lot to lose
 Keep on asking me shit, tryna find the truth (Shh)
 I said baby, I'm better off lying to you
 I said baby, I'm better off lying to you
 You will never be able to find a root
 Everything on me, designer too
 Everything on me, designer times two
 All of my diamonds, they pink or they blue
 All of my diamonds, they yellow or white
 I put that lean in the Fanta, no Sprite
 Rollie got ice and the bando right
 We shot the opp at a candle light
 My boys, they got choppas, can't stand a fight
 (My boys, they got choppas, can't stand a fight)
 Lil Uzi Vert known to get to the commas
 Niggas they mad, 'cause I'm big as Obama
 Put that on my gang, put that right on my mama
 Watch out for snakes 'cause these niggas, they serpents
 Pull up, big body, Maybach with the curtains
 Bulletproof on the Bentayga, I'm nervous
 Bulletproof, my whip like it's a suburban
 I fucked your bitch, I ain't do that on purpose
 Had to say bye-bye, that baby a birdie
 I kicked her out on the sidewalk, so I had to curve it
 Different color stones, it look like a circus
 I'ma kill that pussy, get convicted for murder (I'ma kill)
 I ain't whippin' service, bitch, we pay for these verses
 Diamonds on my neck, I took the immersion
 Come on, bitch, now tell me what is the verdict
 Come on, baby, tell me what is the verdict
 My pockets big as excursion
 I be smoking weed until I can't breathe
 She in love with the style, that's why she can't leave
 I can never walk and beg on my knees
 So my new girl, she black and Japanese (Yeah, woah, ayy)
 She's feeling all on my knees (All on my knees)
 (Yeah, let's go, Uzi Vert, let's go)
 I don't think that this boy ready
 No, I don't think this boy ready
 AK, don't front, it came with machete
 Beat up the pot, almost caught a domestic
 Might buy the block, build it up like it's Tetris
 Too many foreign vibes all in my session
 Too many foreign vibes all in my section
 Chrome Heart the Rollie, this shit is a blessing
 Chrome Heart over the machete (Yeah)
 Hand on your block like I fed it
 Whip up the Audemar, fill it with 'guetties
 Christian Dior just for the aesthetics (Woah)
 Called out my misery thanks to this syrup (Yeah)
 Based up in emeralds, draped up in pearls (Yeah)
 Straight off the block to a whole 'nother world (Other world)
 Travel to France, recruit me some girls (Yeah)
 Meet me on the front, on the top for a cruncho, yeah (Yeah)
 My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
 Smokin' on runts by the pound
 Young niggas crazy to switch on the 40
 Walk nigga down, hit him up then record it
 Exotic bitches fall in order, turn a dime to a quarter
 The block hot, Richard Porter, my rides get imported (Skkr, skkr)
 Plug came out of Russia
 Might have to spill that four, I got pesos
 I'm on an island with the cash like Diego
 Snowflake when I drip, I got rose gold
 Gotta flock it, these bitches on go mode
 Can't name one hood that I can't go
 Four dollars and a half on a Rolls Royce
 Bought a house on a lake with a golf course (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
 Got a Korean bitch on my team (Korean bitch on my team)
 I done wiped a nigga nose clean (I done wiped a nigga nose clean)
 Bought some bullets and extra magazines
 (Bought some bullets and extra magazines)
 Gang affiliated, by all means, any means
 Private jets for me and my team (Private jets)
 We didn't bring no clothes, we brought codeine
 Got a flight attendant in the bathroom doing dirty favors on me (On me)
 She gon' do it on the whole crew if I tell her
 So you don't even gotta ask (On me)
 A few space coupes sitting in the stash
 Some little tall shit, young Stacey Dash
 I bought the mall out 'fore I went spazzin' (Spazz)
 I gotta ball player contract, baby (Yeah)
 High definition on me, no Fugazzi (High definition)
 More ammunition, my niggas better go crazy
 50 round clips hoppin' out a Mercedes (50 round clips)
 I'm now spaced out, on a whole 'nother level (I'm spaced out)
 Young niggas crazy, go dance with the devil (Dance with the devil)
 392, hit the switch on whoever (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
 392, switch it up with the cat (Cat)
 I count a million right here on my lap (On my lap)
 Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
 I stomp on that 488, hit the gas
 Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
 Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
 Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press (Brrt)
 Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press
 You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
 None of these girls got strings attached
 I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
 I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
 She fell in love, she saw a million racks
 I made it out, I ain't going back
 Killing these niggas in all black
 Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
 

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Duration
04:40
Key
1
Tempo
120 BPM

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