Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Patek Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Patek – Future & Lil Uzi Vert

Three ninety two, switch it up with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas

Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it

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You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
None of these girls got strings attached
I’ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
I gotta teach these b**ches a lesson

She fell in love, she saw a million racks
I made it out, I ain’t going back
Killing these n**gas in all black
Look at these b**ches, tryna ball cap

Bad, it’s two, it’s not even nobody bad as you
Come on, baby, you know that I’m begging you
I had 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 asking me s**t, tryna find the truth
I said baby, I’m better off lying to you
I said baby, I’m better off lying to you
You will never be able to find a 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 and the bando right
We shot the opp at a candle light
My boys, they got choppas, can’t stand a fight
Lil Uzi Vert known to get to the commas
N**gas 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 n**gas, they serpents
Pull up, big body, Maybach with the curtains
Bulletproof on the Bentayga, I’m nervous
Bulletproof, my whip like it’s a suburban
I f**ked your b**ch, 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 color stones, it look like a circus
I’ma kill that p**sy, get convicted for murder
I ain’t whippin’ service, b**ch, we pay for these verses
Diamonds on my neck, I took the immersion
Come on, b**ch, 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
She’s feeling all on my knees
I don’t think that this boy ready
No, I don’t think this boy ready
AK, don’t front, it came with machete
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 session
Too many foreign vibes all in my section
Chrome Heart the Rollie, this s**t is a blessing

Chrome heart over, I’ma shed it
Hand on your block like I fed it
Whip up the Audemar, 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, on the top for a cruncho, yeah
My b**ch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin’ on runts by the pound
Young n**gas crazy to switch on the forty
Walk n**ga down, hit him up then record it
Exotic b**ches fall in order, turn 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 b**ches 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
Got a Korean b**ch on my team
I done wiped a n**ga nose clean
Bought some bullets and extra magazines
Gang affiliated, by all means, any means
Private jets for me and my team
We didn’t bring no clothes, we brought codeine
Got a flight attendant in the bathroom
Doing dirty favors on me
She gon’ do it on the whole crew
If I tell her so you don’t eνen gotta ask
A few space coupes sitting in the stash
Some little tall s**t, young Stacey Dash
I bought the mall out ‘fore I went spazzin’
I gotta ball player contract, baby
High definition on me, no Fugazzi
More ammunition, my n**gas better go crazy
Fifty round clips hoppin’ out a Mercedes
I’m now spaced out, on a whole ‘nother level
Young n**gas crazy, go dance with the devil
Three ninety two, hit the switch on whoever

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Three ninety two, switch it up with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas

Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press
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 and I be dressing
I gotta teach these b**ches a lesson

She fell in love, she saw a million racks
I made it out, I ain’t going back
Killing these n**gas in all black
Look at these b**ches, tryna ball cap…

➤ Written by Brandon Finessin, Starboy, Lil Uzi Vert & Future
Album: Pluto x Baby Pluto
Produced by Starboy & Brandon Finessin
Future | Lil Uzi Vert | 2020

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