Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Patek , by - Ryler SmithRelease date: 05.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Patek |
| Ain’t got no time for slow |
| Ain’t got no time for those |
| Make sure my mind my own |
| Make sure these dials ain’t wrong |
| Ain’t got no time for slow |
| Ain’t got no time for those |
| Make sure my mind my own |
| Make sure these dials ain’t wrong |
| Splittin the crumbles |
| Livin off pennies why we remain humble |
| In the jungle plenty snakes and piranhas try to slump you |
| Y’all acting like petty toddlers |
| Eat up at Benihana’s |
| As we go to Bentley’s from Honda’s |
| They get heated like saunas |
| Fuck your fake ass persona trace up no honor |
| Shit ain’t all prada or gucci |
| When you forced a blue collar |
| With the armada always on time like patek |
| Stylin' on point you see no gold on my neck uh |
| Style irregular smoke the stash up presto |
| Sauce we whip it like pesto |
| Never finesse low (that's known) |
| Bust it spread the mustard |
| This shit for old school hustlers |
| Trades of no customs stay bumpin' |
| In those subways and busses uh |
| Rappers get pushed back further no mercy |
| From Harlem around the whole globe back up to New Jersey |
| From south of London to Shanghai |
| Cousin verbally equipped son they love my function |
| Bust out the lewis a sudden intuitive feeling |
| Too dirty to groove with it |
| Y’all want the new wave I’m giving em numerous |
| Gotta be said that contenders consuming him |
| With subtle maneuvers we taking the tip of the berg |
| I’m crazy so fuck with it |
| Raising it up, the name public I summoned it |
| All of my people they part of it |
| Uh huh |
| Poppa always said money gon' turn most peeps to greed |
| Addicted like speed |
| I’m tipping no scale for these petty odds |
| Niggas too dramatic always on point now partner |
| Like dials right on the patek watch |
| See us get bigger with every bid that biddin' up |
| Gotta be clean or be bitter up on the rough |
| Ain’t a man who been depending on better luck |
| Tried to force it that shit was useless |
| Found a new source of peace of mind |
| Now I don’t need excuses fuck y’all |
| Ain’t got no time for slow |
| Ain’t got no time for those |
| Make sure my mind my own |
| Make sure these dials ain’t wrong |
| Ain’t got no time for slow |
| Ain’t got no time for those |
| Make sure my mind my own |
| Make sure these dials ain’t wrong |