Patek Water lyrics

[Intro]
On gang, like, b*tch, I'm really, like
I'm really gon' turn up on this one
I'm really that n*gga though, like, for real, like
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
I'll, I'll turn anything into some crazy sh*t, some nut sh*t, for real (Yeah, uh)

[Chorus]
New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah
And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah
b*tch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter
And she be like, "Why you don't text me back?" 'Cause b*tch, my Patek water, uh
We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game
And I got a Patek, my sh*t water, your n*gga ain't got one, he lame (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1]
Oppers on oppers, send him to the doctors, 40 sing like opera
Yeah, I feel like Biggie, don't know who shot ya, uh, but I still'll pop ya
My new b*tch, she white like blanca, yeah, her name Veronica
He got two legs, one arm, he could bend that block, I don't know what's stoppin' him
Probably 'cause his homies dead and we poppin' 'em
Don't that sound logical?
Yeah, I bend the block, get shot, it ain't optional
Run game like obstacle
I been talkin' to gang and they been tellin' me if we let up, what the opps'd do
f*ck it, they feel too tough, then we gon' drop a few
[Chorus]
New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah
And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah
b*tch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter
And she be like, "Why you don't text me back?" 'Cause b*tch, my Patek water, uh
We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game
And I got a Patek, my sh*t water, your n*gga ain't got one, he lame

[Verse 2]
2x, but a n*gga rock three chains
If we catch an opp, it's free game
Young n*gga been lit, n*gga, he fame
I ain't worried 'bout him 'cause he sane
And my shooter insane, he'll knock out his membranes
Been fly with a kick game
But if I kick game and I hit range
When I up it, just watch how I split brains
Young n*gga went shoppin', bought six names
Patek white gold, no 'pit stains
They say he rich before fame
Other rappers been cleanin' my sh*t stains
Came out of the Honda Accord, now I can afford to cop me a lil' bit of wrist change
My Philippe cost a brick, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
I remember I was worried, my risk changed
[Chorus]
New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah
And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah
b*tch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter
And she be like, "Why you don't text me back?" 'Cause b*tch, my Patek water, uh
We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game
And I got a Patek, my sh*t water, your n*gga ain't got one, he lame