Текст песни Patek - CR1STI9N

Bris, bris, bris
Oh yeah, Yeah

Made this beat, you know it bouncing
Iron on me, turn you to ashes
Can't touch me, I'm doing backflips
Got drugs on me but don't call me an addict
Got a knife in my back, and you just stabbed it
Respect around here is already established
Making money so fun, it's a habit
I ain't stopping, until I get me a Patek

Get me a Patek (Huh, what)
Get me a Patek (Huh, what)
Get me a Patek (Huh, what)
Gotta let the beat breathe, get me a Patek (Let it breathe)
Gotta let this shit breathe, get me a Patek (Let it breathe)

Know I'm boolin' with the team, yeah
Boutta make this bitch cream, yeah
Boutta make her brother scream, yeah
He was fucking with the team, yeah

I need me a milli', gonna touch me a milli'
You run up on me, you get hit with this semi
My bitch in the back over there looking pretty
I'm trynna figure out if she wanna get silly
They know me, I'm running this shit in the city
They know where I'm sitting, nobody can sit with me
No politics, I ain't talking about Hillary
You hear me or not, we ain't talking no disagree

Oh yeah, Yeah

Made this beat, you know it bouncing
Iron on me, turn you to ashes
Can't touch me, I'm doing backflips
Got drugs on me but don't call me an addict
Got a knife in my back, and you just stabbed it
Respect around here is already established
Making money so fun, it's a habit
I ain't stopping, until I get me a Patek

Get me a Patek (Huh, what)
Get me a Patek (Huh, what)
Get me a Patek (Huh, what)
Gotta let the beat breathe, get me a Patek (Let it breathe)
Gotta let this shit breathe, get me a Patek (Let it breathe)