Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patek Water, artist - Toosii.
Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Patek Water |
On gang, like, bitch, I’m really, like |
I’m really gon' turn up on this one |
I’m really that nigga though, like, for real, like |
(Ant Chamberlain, that’s a hundred points) |
I’ll, I’ll turn anything into some crazy shit, some nut shit, for real (Yeah, |
uh) |
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 |
Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter |
And she be like, «Why you don’t text me back?» |
'Cause bitch, 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 shit water, your nigga ain’t got one, he lame (Yeah, uh) |
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 bitch, 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 |
Fuck it, they feel too tough, then we gon' drop a few |
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 |
Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter |
And she be like, «Why you don’t text me back?» |
'Cause bitch, 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 shit water, your nigga ain’t got one, he lame |
2x, but a nigga rock three chains |
If we catch an opp, it’s free game |
Young nigga been lit, nigga, 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 nigga went shoppin', bought six names |
Patek white gold, no 'pit stains |
They say he rich before fame |
Other rappers been cleanin' my shit 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 shit |
I remember I was worried, my risk changed |
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 |
Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter |
And she be like, «Why you don’t text me back?» |
'Cause bitch, 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 shit water, your nigga ain’t got one, he lame |