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) no cap
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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
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
F*ck 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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain't got one, he lame
Toosii - Patek Water Lyrics
Toosii - Patek Water Lyrics
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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) no cap
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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
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
F*ck 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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain't got one, he lame
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) no cap
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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
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
F*ck 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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
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 (blam)
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 (yeah)
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 (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game (what?)
And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain't got one, he lame
Writer: Anthony Edwin Phillips, Naujour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC