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Lil Uzi Vert

"Patek"

[Chorus: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
(Brrt, brrt)
Three ninety two, 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 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 (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 b*t*hes a lesson
She fell in love, she saw a million racks
I made it out, I ain't going back (Ooh)
Killing these n***as in all black
Look at these b*t*hes, tryna broadcast

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you (Oh, yeah)
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 sh*t, 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 (Oh, oh)
Everything on me designer too (Oh, yeah)
Everything on me designer times two (Ooh)
All of my diamonds, they pink or they blue (Ooh, ooh)
All of my diamonds, they yellow or white (Oh, yeah)
I put that lean in the Fanta, no Sprite (Oh, yeah)
Rollie got ice and the bando right
We shot the opp at a candle light
My boys, they got choppas, can't stay in a fight (My boys, they got choppas, can't stay in a fight)
Lil Uzi Vert known to get to the commas (Oh, yeah)
n***as 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 n***as, 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 f**ked your b*t*h, 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 (Kick her out)
Different color stones, it look like a circus
I'ma kill that pu**y, get convicted for murder (I'ma kill)
I ain't whippin' service, b*t*h, we pay for these verses (Oh, yeah)
Diamonds on my neck not tucked, they emerging
Come on, b*t*h, now tell me what is the verdict (Oh, yeah)
Come on, baby, tell me what is the verdict (Oh, yeah)
My pockets big as excursion (Oh, yeah)
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, whoa, ayy)
She's filling all of my needs (All of my needs, yeah, let's go, Uzi Vert, let's go)
I don't even think these boys ready
No, I don't think these boys ready
AK, the front, yeah, 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 (Whoo)
Too many foreign vibes all in my section
Chrome Heart the Rollie, this sh*t is a blessing (Chrome Heart the Rollie)
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