Yung Bleu – Bought A Patek Lyrics

[Intro]
I took a check and I bought a Patek
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
I took a check and I bought a Patek
Play with my gang, that Russian Roulette
One in the head, I’ma bust it on Otto
I switch the verse to a whole ‘nother [?]
I took my lick and went back to the bases
Stickin’ and movin’ like Ali, the greatest
I’m too elevated to come let you fade me
Hop out the coupe with some shit like the Navy
What would you do if you ain’t have a dollar?
Would you be hustlin’, would you be robbin’?
Black on black ‘Vette, pimpin’ and robbin’
Chain retarded, my shit’ll be sloppin’
I’m ’bout to kill ’em in 2018

[Verse 1]
You gon’ see me in that mean machine
You gon’ see me with a runaway peep
He wanna verse, had to charge him a fee
Got a car with no key, got a dog with no leash
He don’t play games, just shoot or release
I pull a .40 from under my feet
I got some blood stains on my feet
I left a blood stain on the peep
You know my gang, gang from the streets
Make it go bang, bang, with his teeth
I’m lookin’ Plain Jane and it’s mean
Lookin’ like Rick the Ruler, ’93
I got a ‘Lac and keys to the streets
I’m from ‘Bama, where the f*ck is your hammer
I go to sleep with it in my pajamas
I send the heat like a M-C Hammer
I bet my life on this shit, it’s a gamble
I took a check and go bought me some weapons
No we don’t tap dance, we be steppin’

[Chorus]
I took a check and I bought a Patek
Play with my gang, that Russian Roulette
One in the head, I’ma bust it on Otto
I switch the verse to a whole ‘nother [?] (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, what would you do if you ain’t have a dollar?
Would you be hustlin’, would you be robbin’?
Black on black ‘Vette, pimpin’ and robbin’, yeah, yeah
I’m ’bout to kill ’em in 2018 (Woo), yeah

I’m ’bout to kill ’em in 2018
And then we fly, nigga

[Verse 2]
I hit the club and I make a tornado
I got a Tec on me with the potato
Don’t make me aim it right at your tomato
I got the sauce with me like its Alfredo
My bitch from Barbados, my car from Japan
Bet you ain’t ever seen a hundred grand
I know you cappin’, all underhand
Nigga, don’t hide from me, show your hand
What you gon’ do when we hop out of van?
What you gon’ do when we come to your land?
Hop out the pan, then go for ten grand
I’m talkin’ crack rock, we just rock
I make it pop, lock, with a Glock
I know the cops there never stop
I’m at a show, we all peep with the rocket
I do a show, ain’t no Tech in my pockets
What would you do if you ain’t have no cable?
It was no lights, it was no table
You tried to make it but you was unable
You better eat what you bring to the table
I was on tour when I got with my label
Five bands for a show
Now I want double, I wanted some more
You in the presence of watchin’ me grow
You in the presence of my elevation
It ain’t ’bout money, but still conversation
I’m just a doctor prescribin’ my patients
I don’t got patience, shoot you in your face
Hop out of four and hop in a spaceship (Yeah)
Said, I hop out of four and hop in a spaceship

[Chorus]
Oh, yeah, I took a check and I bought a Patek
Play with my gang, that Russian Roulette, yeah, yeah
One in the head, I’ma bust it on Otto
I switch the verse to a whole ‘nother [?] (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, what would you do if you ain’t have a dollar?
Would you be hustlin’, would you be robbin’?
Black on black ‘Vette, pimpin’ and robbin’, yeah, yeah
I’m ’bout to kill ’em in 2018 (Woo), yeah
I’m ’bout to kill ’em in 2018
And then we fly, nigga

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