Patek

PatrickxBlue:
Yeeeaaaaaaaaah! (Oh nooo)
Yeah, yeah
Hard times got a nigga, in all black (All black)
Hard times got a nigga, ready to jack
I hit a lick I need to quit but I can’t stop (No, No No)
No I won’t stop, cuz' I get that drop
Bad lil bitch, she from Ireland (Ireland!!!)
She said she love me because I’m so stylin' (stylin'!)
Don’t give a fuck about yo' momma (whoa)
Might just fuck her straight from behind (Uh)
Look at my shoes, they are designer (Drip!)
Look at my pants, they are designer (Drip!)
Look at my shirt, they are designer (Drip!)
Look at my wrist, it’s Patek
PatrickxBlue:
What is the point of all of this? (What is the point of all of this?)
Huh? Patek up on my wrist
Uh, Designer on my bitch (uh)
Can I trust a nigga? (ooohh, yeah!) No, I cannot trust a bitch
Uh, Can I trust a nigga? (ooohh, yeah!) No I cannot trust a…
(ooohh, yeah!)
What is the point of all of this? (What is the point of all of this?)
Huh? Patek up on my wrist
Uh, Designer on my bitch (uh)
Can I trust a nigga? (ooohh, yeah!) No, I cannot trust a bitch
Uh, Can I trust a nigga? (ooohh, yeah!) No I cannot trust a…
(ooohh, yeah!)
Lil Bruh Gwop:
What is the point of all of this? Huh?
Patek up on my wrist
Uh, big bag up on my hip, she gon' talk that shit again
Even whether right or wrong, might just turn her out again
But I cannot trust a, bitch
I got 40 in the Lyft, same reason I’m her mans
She gon' freak me in the benz'
Cuz' Patek up on my wrist, Me & Pat gon' set the trend
They trippin' off what I spend, my features is 10 bands
Just look at what’s on my wrist, brand new prada on my bitch
Heard em' talkin' all that shit, them records don’t make cents
And I never need a bitch, that’s a push-to-start
Baby bless your heart, we been here from the start
What is the point of all of this?
Huh? Patek up on my wrist
Uh, Designer on my bitch (uh)
Can I trust a nigga? No, I cannot trust a bitch
Uh, Can I trust a nigga? No I cannot trust a…
What is the point of all of this?
Huh? Patek up on my wrist
Uh, Designer on my bitch (uh)
Can I trust a nigga? No, I cannot trust a bitch
Uh, Can I trust a nigga? No I cannot trust a…
(ooohh, yeah!) (ooohh, yeah!)
PatrickxBlue:
Cart is empty and I’m lit
And that just don’t match
Put two & two together now I’m back in the trap (Back in the traaap!)
Hell na, I ain’t sell no weed
Naw I’m selling that ass
Hell na I can’t fuck with her if she ain’t making no cash
And I can’t fail to hit the top of the charts
Young with a heart and I survive off of street smarts
Play with me I’ll slide inside the dark
Bust ahead the door clips away
Let em' know that I don’t play
PatrickxBlue:
What is the point of all of this?
Huh? Patek up on my wrist
Uh, Designer on my bitch (uh)
Can I trust a nigga? No, I cannot trust a bitch
Uh, Can I trust a nigga? No I cannot trust a…
What is the point of all of this?
Huh? Patek up on my wrist
Uh, Designer on my bitch (uh)
Can I trust a nigga? No, I cannot trust a bitch
Uh, Can I trust a nigga? No I cannot trust a…