Patek

Yeeeaaaaaaaaah
Oh no
Yeah, yeah
Hard times got a nigga in all black
Hard times got a nigga, ready to jack
I hit a lick I need to quit but I can't stop
No, I won't stop, cuz' I get that drop
Bad Lil bitch, she from Ireland
She said she love me because I'm so stylin
Don't give a fuck about yo' momma
Might just fuck her straight from behind
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
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?
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?
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, 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 ain't 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?
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?
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
Cart is empty and I'm lit
And that just don't match
Put two & two together now I'm back in the trap
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
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?
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?
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