New Patek

New Patek Lyrics

Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them sh*ts hit pink
Aight, I’m ready

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them sh*ts hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad b**ch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
b**ches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, b**ch, don’t give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them sh*ts hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink
You a bad b**ch, then we can link
Hit the shower, you might stink
b**ches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh-uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great”

Ok, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that b**ch (b**ch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller me proud of my wrist (wrist)
My shooters gon’ shoot, can’t miss
My shooter got .30 on his hip
Yeah I need my fix
Was that a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil girl don’t trip
Cool blood, but my money crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can’t take no pic, no flick (no cap)
f**k that b**ch in my new whip (skrr)
Her ass so fat, can’t fit
Her ass so fat, it’s amazing (amazing)
Her ass so fat, it’s a miracle (miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I’m the same nigga bustin’ their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling O’s, no cheerios
I don’t wake up in the morning for cereal
Flip the brick make the whole sh*t do a aerial
Bang the sh*t out and make the hoes sing Ariel
Silencers so they really can not hear me though
Killing these beats, Lil Uzi a serial
Clean up the body, prepare for the burial
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
I got the swag, probably I’ma finish you
I am a octopus, I cannot breath without water
So I put diamonds on my tentacles
How is you stoppin’ us, they is not toppin’ us
You know I had to cop that sh*t just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil’ boy, if it’s beef I get to choppin’ sh*t up like it’s prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain white gold your sh*t look like copper bruh
MCM yeah that sh*t made of ostrich bruh
But I don’t wear that, give that to my hoes
Yeah, I swear that lil’ nigga my clone
I had to do this sh*t all on my own
Yeah, slime sh*t, lil’ baby, put diamonds in my nose

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them sh*ts hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad b**ch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
b**ches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, b**ch, don’t give me migraine

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that b**ch (b**ch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip
That jeweler made part of my wrist

Franck Muller made part of my wrist
Franck Muller made part of my wrist
New Rollie made a part of my wrist
AP made part of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a millie down sellin’ my bank

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them sh*ts hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad b**ch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
b**ches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, b**ch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this b**ch before
How the f**k she know my name
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ b**ch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the b**ch, “eat me cock”
Motorcycle days, b**ch, young jock
That’s what I call her, she all on my top
Rapstar or do he sell rock?
He got files so he beatin’ the trial
Couple racks, let them niggas run wild
Super filthy, man, they livin’ so foul
I got some real niggas that is locked up
Tryna shade the bar just for the foul
All my b**ches want me to take a foul
Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns
He get money, then I had to say “how?”
New rug, and it’s made out of wolf
New rabbit, yeah, I use as a towel
Lil’ b**ch, yeah I run through the city
Different spots in it just like a cow
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout a mansion, no house
Yeah, my closet, yeah, that sh*t got a house
Four years, I ain’t even see a mouse
Please stop talking, b**ch, put dick in your mouth
We get money, what the f**k is a drought?
Makin’ rain ’cause I’m up in the clouds
Had to tell that lil’ b**ch, get from around
‘Cause that little b**ch be f**kin’ with clowns

Let’s go, let’s go, had to tell that lil b**ch, yeah let’s go
Yeah, that lil nigga stole my swag, and he’s tryna steal my flow
I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone
I could try one more time, I can give this sh*t one more go
I put hundreds in my safe (ayy)
I throw twenties in her face
I put the M in a J (ayy)
I got a bae in the bay (ayy)
I f**ked on that nigga little b**ch that’s the reason he tryna’ say that I’m gay (ayy)
Way more coochie the kid slay (ayy)
I sell a mil in a day (ayy)
All of my b**ches they grade A
I do not get it in Canada, but when I’m in Toronto they treat me like Drake
This a light jet, this a flight day
Had that lil’ b**ch, that’s on Myspace
I can feel this sh*t in my veins
Look at my neck, that’s an ice tray
Come on tell me, what you sayin’
(what you sayin’, what you sayin’, what you sayin’)

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that b**ch (b**ch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
(Oh yeah)

Franck Muller made part of my wrist
Franck Muller made part of my wrist
New Rollie made part of my wrist
AP made a part of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a millie down sellin’ my bank

New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them sh*ts hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger ring sit like a sink
You a bad b**ch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink
b**ches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, b**ch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this b**ch before
How the f**k she know my name
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ b**ch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the b**ch, “eat me cock”

Yeah, that’s it