WHIPPED a PATEK (feat. DUCEY HATHAWAY) [Radio Edit]
(Ducey)
I just whipped a patek, and my bih a baddie
How i hop in, valet, pull over, hazard
I just whipped a patek, and my bih a baddie
How i hop in, valet, pull over, hazard
I just whipped a patek, and my whip the fastest
How I hop in, valet, pull over, hazard
I just whipped a patek, and my bih a baddie
How i hop in, valet, pull over, hazard
I google search companies puttin' felons to work
Nah i like to rap my song but (EXPLETIVE) I'm sellin this (EXPLETIVE)
I'ma make a mil if they don't tell on me first
And i don't want you in my session, just email me the verse
Boomin' like metro, gang ain't metro (gang)
E-C-C no west coast, cuh what you know about the set though
SO in love wit blues, say rags to riches
No (EXPLETIVE) I ain't in love wit' you, I still like ratchet (EXPLETIVE)
Hustle city we outside, aint nobody in the house nah
NoCo to the Southside, you can get yo mouth wired
Racks make my pants sag, still ridin' temp tags
And it been gas, go to the white castle you want a ten sack
Look i'm goin V-V-S, on top of big biguets
Remember i got the versace watch now time i whipped a patek
They already hatin' cuz they see my gold sparklin'
But just dont know i left a few chains in my old apartment
I just whipped a patek, and my bih a baddie
How i hop in, valet, pull over, hazard
I just whipped a patek, and my bih a baddie
How i hop in, valet, pull over, hazard
I just whipped a patek, and my whip the fastest
How I hop in, valet, pull over, hazard
I just whipped a patek, and my bih a baddie
How i hop in, valet, pull over, hazard
I google search companies puttin' felons to work
Nah i like to rap my song but (EXPLETIVE) I'm sellin this (EXPLETIVE)
I'ma make a mil if they don't tell on me first
And i don't want you in my session, just email me the verse
Boomin' like metro, gang ain't metro (gang)
E-C-C no west coast, cuh what you know about the set though
SO in love wit blues, say rags to riches
No (EXPLETIVE) I ain't in love wit' you, I still like ratchet (EXPLETIVE)
Hustle city we outside, aint nobody in the house nah
NoCo to the Southside, you can get yo mouth wired
Racks make my pants sag, still ridin' temp tags
And it been gas, go to the white castle you want a ten sack
Look i'm goin V-V-S, on top of big biguets
Remember i got the versace watch now time i whipped a patek
They already hatin' cuz they see my gold sparklin'
But just dont know i left a few chains in my old apartment
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Writer(s): Tamond Thomas
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