Patek

Brrt-brrt

Three ninety-two, switch it up with the cat (Cat)

I count a million right here on my lap

Bought a new Spyder, didn't take off the plastic

I stomp on that 488, hit the gas

Oh, yeah

Rick Owen pants, they lay to relax

Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat

Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press

Oh, yeah

Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press

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 then I'll be dressin'

I gotta teach these bitches a lesson

She fell in love, she saw a million racks

I made it out, I ain't going back

Killin' these **** in all black

Look at these bitches tryna broadcast

Bad as two, it's not even nobody bad as you

Come on, baby, you know that I'm baggin' you

I have 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 askin' me shit, tryna find the truth

I said, "Baby, I'm better off lyin' to you"

I said, "Baby, I'm better off lyin' to you"

You will never be able to find the root

Everything on me designer too

Everything on me designer times two

All of my diamonds, they pink or they blue

All of my diamonds, they yellow or white

I put that lean in the Fanta, no Sprite

Rollie got ice in the bando right

We shot the opp at a candlelight

My boys, they got choppers, can't stand a fight

My boys, they got choppers, can't stand a fight

Lil Uzi Vert known to get to the commas

****, 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 ****, they serpents

Pull up, big body Maybach with the curtains

Bulletproof army Bentayga, I'm nervous

Bulletproof my whip like it's a Suburban

I fucked your bitch, 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

Different colored stones, it looked like a circus

I'ma kill that pussy get convicted for murder

I ain't whippin' service, bitch, we pay for these verses

Diamonds on my neck, not tucked, they emergin'

Come on, bitch, now tell me what is the verdict

Come on, baby, tell me what is the verdict

My pockets big as Excursion

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) Eeh-eeh-eeh-eeh

(Aye) Eeh-eeh-eeh-eeh

She's fillin' all of my needs

All of my needs

Eeh-eeh-eeh-ees

Eeh-eeh-eeh-ees

I don't even think these boys ready

No, I don't think these boy ready

AK, don't front, yeah, it came with machetes

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 section

Too many foreign vibes all in my section

Chrome Heart the Rollie, this shit is a blessing

Chrome Heart over the machete

Hand on your block like I fed it

Whip up the Audemars, fill it with 'guetties

Christian Dior just for the aesthetics

Called out my misery thanks to this syrup

Based up in emeralds, draped up in pearls

Straight off the block to a whole 'nother world

Travel to France, recruit me some girls

Meet me on the front row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah

My bitch sit Indian-style, yeah

Smokin' on runts by the pound

Young **** crazy, put a switch on the forty

Walk **** down, hit him up then record it

Exotic bitch fall in order

Turned a dime to a quarter

The block hot, Richard Porter

My rides get imported

Plug came out of Russia

Might have to spill that four, I got pesos

I'm on an island with the cash like Diego

Snowflake when I drip, I got rose gold

Gotta flock it, these bitches on go mode

Can't name one hood that I can't go

Four dollars and a half on a Rolls-Royce

Bought a house on a lake with a golf course

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Got a Korean bitch on my team

Korean bitch on my team

I done wiped a **** nose clean

I done wipe a **** nose clean

Bought some bullets and extra magazines

Bought some bullets and extra magazines

Gang affiliated, by all means, any means

Private jets for me and my team

Private jets

We didn't bring no clothes, we brought codeine

Got a flight attendant in the bathroom doing dirty favors on me

On me

She gon' do it on a whole group

I told her, so you ain't even gotta ask

On me

A few space coupes sittin' in the stash

Some lil' tall shit, young Stacey Dash

I bought the mall out 'fore I went spazzin'

I got a ball player contract, baby

High definition on me, no fugazi

More ammunition, my **** better go crazy

Fifty-round clips, hoppin' out a Mercedes

And I'm spaced out, on a whole 'nother level

I'm spaced

Young **** crazy, go dance with the devil

Dance with the devil

Three ninety-two, hit the switch on whoever

Brrt, brrt, brrt

Three ninety-two, switch it out with the cat (Cat)

I count a million right here on my lap

Bought a new Spyder, didn't take off the plastic

I stomp on that 488, hit the gas

Oh, yeah

Rick Owen pants, they lay to relax

Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat

Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press

Oh, yeah

Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press

You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact

None of these girls got strings attached

I'ma get my blue cheese then I'll be dressin'

I gotta teach these bitches a lesson

She fell in love, she saw a million racks

I made it out, I ain't going back

Killin' these **** in all black

Look at these bitches tryna broadcast