Patek (New Wrist) lyrics

[Intro]
(Yk, what the f*ck?)
(Yo it’s Nova, you f*ckin' with 'cult b*tch, get right man)

[Verse]
b*tch, it's Nett, b*tch, I'm drinking Hi-Tech
I'm so motherf*cking swole, that I ain't even have to flex
New wrist, and that b*tch Patek
Weird b*tch, but that b*tch petite
She was suckin' on my di*k, can't see my feet, (Yeah)
We was f*cking all night, she needs some sleep, (Yeah)
Pop another Roxxy, I'm tryna get geeked (Yeah, yeah)
In the function and they screaming for me (Yeah)
We in the party, got that b*tch up in my pants (Yuh, yuh)
And she got her hands all up on my di*k, flexed up
Bleedingteen, that boy in the trap set (Yuh, yeah)
And my team's, yeah, thеy coming for your neck (Yuh)
Nick Zuro, that boy taught me how to flex up (Yuh)