Patek lyrics

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Yeah, phew (Elijah) Gaffle, M-I-N-E Chrome Heart 'fit cost me sixty bucks I'm rich as fuck, I don't give a fuck Send me the contract so I can rip it up I ain't got on contacts, I see clear as fuck Stop walkin' with your head down, you gotta lift it up Took your bitch to Ruth's Chris, got her chicken stuffed Turnt shit'll pull up in a Escalade pickup truck You ain't seen this, I don't need Trish I got a pint of Quagen and a three of red Get him a hot dog bun, he a weenie man If you think your baby daddy havin' pape', I'm extremely rich That shit kinda embarrassing I wanna drop another tape, hit Harrison You will never see Rio in no flare pants I'm only smokin' on desserts, not no Airheadz But shout out my nigga Wakko Call me Yae Yae, I'll get to actin' like a asshole You know that I'm strapped like a asshole This nigga jumped into the heat and got his ass smoked (yeah) I sold five pounds of that ice cube, you could ask Roach Everything funny now, I get the last joke I be runnin' up my M's, what you gon' laugh for? I don't I don't really take shit serious L-look at my ears, they six carats In each one It's a switch on each gun And a thirty clip Matter fact, he got a bun on that four-fifth Bring the yellow tape out 'cause we rope shit He sneak dissed me on Facebook and got his ho hit I ain't even see the shit, but lil bro did I got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big He could snort a whole ounce 'cause his nose big You can't even beef with me, you ain't got no crib Like, how the fuck we gon' go to war and you ain't got no bread? You know, the money win all battles The bitch held me down, she got a small Patek They finna let me out the crib, finna 'cause static The Glock go brrt-buh-buh, fully automatic The shotgun is just automatic I just said some real shit and I caught you laughin' The bitch got a attitude, so I'm mad at her Shout out my nigga baby bruh, I'm a broke bastard Stand over niggas' body, give 'em closed caskets I got so much dog shit, I need a clothes basket Bitch got to yellin', actin' so dramatic All I know, a nigga got smoked, but I don't know what happened Yeah, I bought a pint of red 'fore I went to sleep and I woke up happy You gotta grab a TRX, you can't go Chally My bitch made me mad, I'm finna go to Cali I'm finna go Patty, I'm finna go platty I really want the shit, did the store have it? Snap my finger and he disappeared like I know magic I just said I don't wanna do this shit, don't mean I don't have it You know I got gaffle You know I got a bank account with a lot of commas in it You know I hit a bitch with my– You know I had to hit a lick when my mama with me