Patek

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Yeah, phew
(Elijah)
Gaffle, M-I-N-E

Chrome Heart 'fit cost me sixty bucks
I'm rich as fuck, I don't give a fuck
Send me the contract so I can rip it up
I ain't got on contacts, I see clear as fuck
Stop walkin' with your head down, you gotta lift it up
Took your bitch to Ruth's Chris, got her chicken stuffed
Turnt shit'll pull up in a Escalade pickup truck
You ain't seen this, I don't need Trish
I got a pint of Quagen and a three of red
Get him a hot dog bun, he a weenie man
If you think your baby daddy havin' pape', I'm extremely rich
That shit kinda embarrassing
I wanna drop another tape, hit Harrison
You will never see Rio in no flare pants
I'm only smokin' on desserts, not no Airheadz
But shout out my nigga Wakko
Call me Yae Yae, I'll get to actin' like a asshole
You know that I'm strapped like a asshole
This nigga jumped into the heat and got his ass smoked (yeah)
I sold five pounds of that ice cube, you could ask Roach
Everything funny now, I get the last joke
I be runnin' up my M's, what you gon' laugh for?
I don't I don't really take shit serious
L-look at my ears, they six carats
In each one
It's a switch on each gun
And a thirty clip
Matter fact, he got a bun on that four-fifth
Bring the yellow tape out 'cause we rope shit
He sneak dissed me on Facebook and got his ho hit
I ain't even see the shit, but lil bro did
I got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big
He could snort a whole ounce 'cause his nose big
You can't even beef with me, you ain't got no crib
Like, how the fuck we gon' go to war and you ain't got no bread?
You know, the money win all battles
The bitch held me down, she got a small Patek
They finna let me out the crib, finna 'cause static
The Glock go brrt-buh-buh, fully automatic
The shotgun is just automatic
I just said some real shit and I caught you laughin'
The bitch got a attitude, so I'm mad at her
Shout out my nigga baby bruh, I'm a broke bastard
Stand over niggas' body, give 'em closed caskets
I got so much dog shit, I need a clothes basket
Bitch got to yellin', actin' so dramatic
All I know, a nigga got smoked, but I don't know what happened
Yeah, I bought a pint of red 'fore I went to sleep and I woke up happy
You gotta grab a TRX, you can't go Chally
My bitch made me mad, I'm finna go to Cali
I'm finna go Patty, I'm finna go platty
I really want the shit, did the store have it?
Snap my finger and he disappeared like I know magic
I just said I don't wanna do this shit, don't mean I don't have it
You know I got gaffle
You know I got a bank account with a lot of commas in it
You know I hit a bitch with my–
You know I had to hit a lick when my mama with me