PATEK Lyrics

Bris, bris, bris

Oh yeah, Yeah

Made this beat, you know it bouncing

Iron on me, turn you to ashes

Can't touch me, I'm doing backflips

Got drugs on me but don't call me an addict

Got a knife in my back, and you just stabbed it

Respect around here is already established

Making money so fun, it's a habit

I ain't stopping, until I get me a Patek

Get me a Patek (Huh, what)

Get me a Patek (Huh, what)

Get me a Patek (Huh, what)

Gotta let the beat breathe, get me a Patek (Let it breathe)

Gotta let this shit breathe, get me a Patek (Let it breathe)

Know I'm boolin' with the team, yeah

Boutta make this bitch cream, yeah

Boutta make her brother scream, yeah

He was fucking with the team, yeah

I need me a milli', gonna touch me a milli'

You run up on me, you get hit with this semi

My bitch in the back over there looking pretty

I'm trynna figure out if she wanna get silly

They know me, I'm running this shit in the city

They know where I'm sitting, nobody can sit with me

No politics, I ain't talking about Hillary

You hear me or not, we ain't talking no disagree

Oh yeah, Yeah

Made this beat, you know it bouncing

Iron on me, turn you to ashes

Can't touch me, I'm doing backflips

Got drugs on me but don't call me an addict

Got a knife in my back, and you just stabbed it

Respect around here is already established

Making money so fun, it's a habit

I ain't stopping, until I get me a Patek

Get me a Patek (Huh, what)

Get me a Patek (Huh, what)

Get me a Patek (Huh, what)

Gotta let the beat breathe, get me a Patek (Let it breathe)

Gotta let this shit breathe, get me a Patek (Let it breathe)