Lyrics Flooded Patek - UnoTheActivist , GNAR

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (Neilaworld) yeah, yeah
Ah (Uno, I killed it)

Baby, come here and get crazy, shorty wanna hop in my bag (Yeah)
Baby, come here and get crazy (Dig), shorty wanna hop in my Jag'
On the dash, hit 280 (Let's get it), come on, little nigga, let's drag
But her hairpiece a lil' wavy
Drip Reed, what you smoking on? Gas
Pink Runtz having real flavor, I ain't never going to look back
No small talk, no cash
With my dogs like playing fetch
Lot of snow bunnies, lot of karats
Let 'em be, can you please stop caring
Ho, I got another one in the lobby named Jess
First class flight, flights on private jet
My new bitch look like flooded-out Patek

I put away the Wock' then I poured up the Tech
Drip Reed just iced out his neck
Hermes cufflink but I didn't get arrested
Birds in the telly but you know you not telling
How they telling me I'm a demon but I fell straight from heaven?
Chopper make a nigga dance like carbon
For lighting gas, twenty-five lighters on the dresser, hey

Shorty wanna hop in my bag (Yeah)
Baby, come here and get crazy (Dig), shorty wanna hop in my Jag'
On the dash, hit 280 (Let's get it), come on, little nigga, let's drag
But her hairpiece a lil' wavy
Drip Reed, what you smoking on? Gas
Pink Runtz having real flavor, I ain't never going to look back
No small talk, no cash
With my dogs like playing fetch
Lot of snow bunnies, lot of karats
Let 'em be, can you please stop caring
Ho, I got another one in the lobby named Jess
First class flight, flights on private jet
My new bitch look like flooded-out Patek

Chopper gon' hit, top, it gon' hit (Doo-doo-doo)
Bullets gon' rip through the enemy (Doo-doo-doo)
All of my niggas some dogs for real, they'll hunt like a killer, huh
And they done let me off the leash
Pop me a Perc' and get geeked (Pop me a—, yeah)
I'm on that cash shit
Brand new FN, plastic (Plastic)
I'ma put a nigga on a shirt
All of my chains on surf (Yeah, yeah)
I've been popping my shit so you gonna have to pay for these verses
Damn, we had pain and we struggled
Know we gon' pop like some animals
I'm having bands, I ain't talking 'bout music
I up the gun and we chopper salute him (Yeah, yeah)
No, I ain't slaying mine (Yeah)
But I'm having these whales for real (Yeah)
Finna get cut, a little bad vibes and we just gon' take a lil' trip
I did that shit by myself, I stacked up wealth, for real (Yeah, yeah)
Grown-ass man, I gotta pay all the bills (Yeah, yeah)

Shorty wanna hop in my bag (Yeah)
Baby, come here and get crazy (Dig), shorty wanna hop in my Jag'
On the dash, hit 280 (Let's get it), come on, little nigga, let's drag
But her hairpiece a lil' wavy
Drip Reed, what you smoking on? Gas
Pink Runtz having real flavor, I ain't never going to look back
No small talk, no cash
With my dogs like playing fetch
Lot of snow bunnies, lot of karats
Let 'em be, can you please stop caring
Ho, I got another one in the lobby named Jess
First class flight, flights on private jet
My new bitch look like flooded-out Patek