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Patek Lyrics by Future Future , Lil Uzi Vert
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Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I stomp on that forty eight eight, 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
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it
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
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
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
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 Bentayaga, I'm nervous
Bulletproof my whip like it's a suburban
I fucked your bitch, I ain't do that no purpose
Had to say bye-bye, that baby a birdie
I kicked her out on the sidewalk, so I had to curve it
Different colors stones, it look like it's sherbet
I'ma kill that pussy, get convicted for murder
I ain't whippin', servin', bitch, we pay for these verses
Diamonds on my neck not tucked, they emerging
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
She's filling all of my needs
I don't even think that these boys ready
No, I don't think these boys 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 out the Rollie, this shit is a blessing
Chrome Heart over the machete
Hand on your block like I fed it
Whip up the Audemar, fill it with 'guetties
Christian Dior just for the aesthetics
Called out my misery thanks to this syrup
Laced up in emeralds, draped up in pearls
Straight off the block to a whole 'nother world
Travel to France, recruit me some girls
Meet me on the front row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound
Young niggas crazy put switch on the forty
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, 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 of 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
Got a Korean bitch on my team
I done wiped a nigga nose clean
Bought some bullets and extra magazines
Gang affiliated, by all means, any means
Private jets for me and my team
We didn't bring no clothes, we bought Codeine
Got a flight attendant in the bathroom
Doing dirty favors on me
She gon' do it on the whole crew if tell her
So you ain't even gotta ask
A few space coupes sittin' in the stash
Some lil tall shit, young Stacey Dash
I bought mall out 'fore I went spazzin'
I got a ball player contract, baby
High definition on me, no fugazi
More ammunition, my niggas better go crazy
Fifty round clips hoppin' out of Mercedes
I done spaced out on a whole 'nother level
Young niggas crazy, go dance with the devil
Three ninety-two hit the switch on whoever
Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I stomp on that forty eight eight, 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
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it
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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