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conversations.value: Write me a song called Patek with the following description: Released alongside “Over Your Head” on Uzi’s 26th birthday, “Patek” is one of two songs speculated to serve as the lead-singles to Future and Uzi’s forthcoming collaborative album.
  The track’s title is a nod to Swiss luxurious watch manufacturer Patek Philippe, for which both artists have expressed their fondness before, with Uzi releasing a single named “New Patek” in 2018 and Future including a track named “Patek Water” to his 2017 SUPER SLIMEY mixtape with Young Thug.
  The song was initially previewed through DJ Akademiks live-stream two days before the tracks were released. The tracks' title was later confirmed a few hours prior to the release in an accidental promotion via streaming platforms. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Chorus: Future & 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  (Brrt, brrt)
  Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
   (Cat)
  I count a million right here on my lap
   (On my lap)
  Bought a new Spyder then take off the plastic
  I stomp on that 488, hit the gas
  Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
  Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
  Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it (Oh yeah)
  Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it (Brrt, brrt)
  You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
  None of these girls got strings attached
  I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
  I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
  She fell in love, she saw a million racks
  I made it out, I ain't going back
   (
  Ooh
  )
  Killing these niggas in all black
  Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Bad as two, it's not even nobody bad as you (Oh, yeah)
  Come on, baby, you know that I'm begging you
  I had to get a Louis, a bag or two
  It is no one that is bad as you
  We got new Pateks on Pateks, too
  Made it straight to the top, got a whole lot to lose
  Keep on asking me, she tryna find the truth (Shh)
  I said, "Baby, I'm better off lying to you"
  I said, "Baby, I'm better off lying to you"
  You will never be able to find a root (Oh, oh)
  Everything on me designer too (Oh, yeah)
  Everything on me designer times two (Ooh)
  All of my diamonds, they pink or they blue
   (Ooh, ooh)
  All of my diamonds, they yellow or white
   (Oh, yeah)
  I put that lean in the Fanta, no Sprite (Oh, yeah)
  Rollie got ice and the bando right
  We shot the opp at a candle light
  My boys, they got choppers, can't stand to fight
  (My boys, they got choppers, can't stand to fight)
  Lil Uzi Vert known to get to the commas (Oh, yeah)
  Niggas they mad, 'cause I'm big as Obama
  Put that on my gang, put that right on my mama
  Watch out for snakes, 'cause these niggas, they serpents
  Pull up, big body, Maybach with the curtains
  Bulletproof on the Bentayga, I'm nervous
  Bulletproof my whip, like it's a Suburban
  I fucked your bitch, I ain't do that on purpose
  Had to say, "Bye-bye", that baby a birdie
  I kicked her out on the sidewalk, so I had to curve it (Kick her out)
  Different color stones, it look like a sherbert
  I'ma kill that pussy, get convicted for murder (I'ma kill)
  I ain't whippin' service, bitch, we pay for these verses (Oh, yeah)
  Diamonds on my neck, not tucked, they emerging
  Come on, bitch, now tell me what is the verdict (Oh, yeah)
  Come on, baby, tell me what is the verdict (Oh, yeah)
  My pockets big as Excursion (Oh, yeah)
  I be smoking weed, until I can't breathe
  She in love with the style, that's why she can't leave
  I can never walk and beg on my knees
  So my new girl, she black and Japanese (Yeah, whoa, ayy)
  She's filling all of my needs (All of my needs, yeah, let's go, Uzi Vert, let's go)
  I don't even think these boys ready
  No, I don't think these boys ready
  AK, the front, yeah, it came with machete
  Beat up the pot, almost caught a domestic
  Might buy the block, build it up like it's Tetris
  Too many foreign broads all in my section (Whoo)
  Too many foreign broads all in my section
  Chrome Heart the Rollie, this shit is a blessin' (Chrome Heart the Rollie) [Verse 2: Future]
  Chrome Heart over the machete (Yeah)
  Hand on your block, like I fed it (Yeah)
  Whip up the Audemar, fill it with 'guetties (Whoa)
  Christian Dior, just for the aesthetics (Whoa)
  Calm down my misery, thanks to this syrup (Yeah)
  Based up in emeralds, draped up in pearls (Yeah)
  Straight off the block to a whole 'nother world (Other world)
  Travel to France, recruit me some girls
   (Yeah)
  Meet me on the front row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
  My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
  Smokin' on runts by the pound
   (Smokin' on runts)
  Young niggas crazy, put a switch on the forty
  Walk nigga down, hit him up, then record it
  Exotic bitches fall in order, turn a dime to a quarter (Uh, yeah)
  The block hot, Richard Porter, my rides get imported (Skrrt, skrrt)
  , 
  plug came out of Russia
  Might have to spill that four, I got pesos
  I'm on an island with the cash like Diego
  Snowflake when I drip, I got rose gold
  Got her flockin', these bitches on go mode
  Can't name one hood that I can't go (That I can't go)
  Four dollars and a half on a Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce)
  Bought a house on a lake with a golf course (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
  Got a Korean bitch on my team (Korean bitch on my team)
  I done wiped a nigga nose clean (I done wiped a nigga nose clean)
  Bought some bullets and extra magazines (Bought some bullets and extra magazines)
  Gang affiliated, by all means, any means
  Private jets for me and my team (Private jets)
  We didn't bring no clothes, we brought codeine (Yeah)
  Got a flight attendant in the bathroom, doin' dirty favors on me (On me)
  She gon' do it on the whole crew, if I tell her so you ain't even gotta ask (On me)
  A few space coupes sittin' in the stash
  Some lil' tall shit, young Stacey Dash (Yeah)
  I bought the mall out 'fore I went spazzin' (Spaz)
  I gotta ball player contract, baby (Yeah)
  High definition on me, no Fugazzi (High definition)
  More ammunition, my niggas better go crazy
  Fifty round clips, hoppin' out a Mercedes (Fifty round clips)
  And I'm spaced out, on a whole 'nother level (And I'm spaced out)
  Young niggas crazy, go dance with the devil (Dance with the devil)
  Three ninety two, hit the switch on whoever (Brrt, brrt, brrt) [Chorus: Future & 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
   (Cat)
  I count a million right here on my lap
   (On my lap)
  Bought a new Spider, didn't take off the plastic
  I stomp on that 488, hit the gas (Oh, yeah)
  Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
   (Yeah)
  Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
   (On my hat)
  Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press (Oh, yeah, yeah)
  Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press (Oh, yeah)
  You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
  None of these girls got strings attached
  I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
  I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
  She fell in love, she saw a million racks
  I made it out, I ain't going back
   (Oh, yeah)
  Killing these niggas in all black
  Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast