New Patek – Decoding the Flashy Testament of Success


You can view the lyrics, alternate interprations and sheet music for LIL UZI VERT's New Patek at Lyrics.org.
Article Contents:
  1. Music Video
  2. Lyrics
  3. Song Meaning
  4. Chronicles of a Horological Trophy: Not Just A Watch, But A Symbol
  5. The Dichotomy of Attraction and Repulsion: Relationships in the Limelight
  6. The Art of Ignoring Naysayers: A Lesson in Resilience
  7. Flashy Linguistic Gems: Most Memorable Bars from the Song
  8. Unveiling ‘New Patek’s’ Hidden Narrative: The Price of Fame

Lyrics

Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I’m ready

New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink (yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (yeah, yeah)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink (water)
You a bad bitch, then we can link
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh-uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great”

OK, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
My shooters gon’ shoot, can’t miss
My shooter got a .30 on his hip
Yeah I need my fix
Was that a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil’ girl don’t trip
Cool blood, but my money Crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can’t take no pic, no flick (no camera)
Fuck that bitch in my new whip (skrr)
Her ass so fat, can’t fit
Her ass so fat, it’s amazing (amazing)
Her ass so fat, it’s a miracle (miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I’m the same nigga bustin’ their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling O’s, no Cheerios
I don’t wake up in the morning for cereal
Flip the brick make the whole shit do a aerial
Air the shit out and make the hoes sing Ariel
Silencers so they really cannot hear me though
Killing these beats, Lil Uzi a serial
Clean up the body, prepare for the burial
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
I got the sweater, probably I’ma finish you
I am a octopus, I cannot breath without water
So I put diamonds on my tentacles
How are you stoppin’ us? They is not toppin’ us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil’ boy
If it’s beef I can chop this shit up
Like it’s prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is white gold and your shit look like copper bruh
MCM yeah that shit made of ostrich bruh
But I don’t wear that, give that to my hoes
Yeah, I swear that lil’ nigga my clone
I had to do this shit all on my own
Yeah, it’s slime shit, lil’ baby, put diamonds in my nose

New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink (yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (yeah, yeah)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler made me proud of my wrist
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
New Rollie made me proud of my wrist
AP made me proud of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a milli’ that’s all in my bank (milli’)

New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds and them shits hit pink (let’s go)
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink (let’s go)
You a bad bitch, then we can link
Hit the shower, you might stink (ew)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (great)
How you deal with all that hate? (hate)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine (uh)

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the fuck she know my name?
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey” (hello)
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken he pop
MC told the bitch, “eat my cock”
Motorcycle days, bitch, Young Joc
That’s what I call her, she all on my top
Rap star, or do he sell rock?
He got files so he beatin’ the trial
Couple racks, let them niggas run wild
Super filthy, man, they livin’ so foul
I got some real niggas that is locked up
Tryna shade the bar just for the foul
All these hackers, shit these niggas is foul
All my bitches want me to take a vow
Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns
He get money, then I had to say “how?”
New rug, and it’s made out of wolf
New rabbit, yeah, I use as a towel
Lil’ bitch, yeah I run through the city
Different spots in it just like a cow
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout a mansion, no house
Yeah, my closet, yeah, that shit got a house
Four years, I ain’t even see a mouse
Please stop talking, bitch, put dick in your mouth
We get money, what the fuck is a drought?
Make it rain ’cause I’m up in the clouds
Had to tell that lil’ bitch, get from around
‘Cause that little bitch be fuckin’ with clowns

Let’s go, let’s go, had to tell that lil bitch, yeah let’s go
That lil’ nigga stole my swag, and he’s tryna steal my flow
I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone
I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go
I put hundreds in my safe (ayy)
I throw twenties in her face
I put the M in a J (ayy)
I got a bae in the Bay (ayy)
I fucked on that nigga little bitch that’s the reason he tryna say that I’m gay (ayy)
Way more coochie than Kay Slay (ayy)
I sell a mil in a day (ayy)
All of my bitches they grade A
I did not get in Canada, but when I’m in Toronto they treat me like Drake
This a light jet, this a flight day
Had that lil’ bitch, that’s on Myspace
I can feel this shit in my veins
Look at my neck, that’s an ice tray
Come on tell me, what you sayin’
(What you sayin’, what you sayin’, what you sayin’)

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
(Oh yeah)

Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
New Rollie made me proud of my wrist
AP made me proud of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a milli’ that’s all in my bank

New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink (yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (yeah, yeah)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the fuck she know my name?
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block, back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the bitch, “eat my cock”

Yeah, that’s it

Full Lyrics

LIL UZI VERT’s ‘New Patek’ serves as a sonic canvas splattered with vibrant symbols of wealth, sexual conquests, and the burdens of fame. At first glance, the song appears to be another braggadocious anthem from the gleaming veneer of hip-hop’s luxurious culture, but a deeper dive into its lyrics and references uncovers an artist juggling the euphoria and isolation that accompanies celebrity.

The track unfolds over a hypnotic beat, a perfect backdrop for Uzi’s playful yet assertive delivery. Here, we break down the lyrics to extract the nuanced narratives and examine the underlying themes that prop up what could easily be dismissed as another flex track in the trap genre.

Chronicles of a Horological Trophy: Not Just A Watch, But A Symbol

When Uzi refers to that ‘New Patek’ on his wrist, we’re not merely talking about an accessory, but a statement of time – the rapper’s hard-earned ascent to the pinnacle of modern success. Patek Philippe, the emblem he flaunts, is a watchmaker synonymous with exclusivity and excellence, elements that Uzi aligns with his own brand. The diamonds that hit pink under the light don’t just sparkle; they serve as a metaphor for transformation under pressure – both of carbon into diamonds and Symere Woods into LIL UZI VERT.

It’s a recurring theme in rap — equating self-worth with luxurious items — but Uzi brings a flamboyance to it that’s uniquely his own. Every namedrop of a designer piece in ‘New Patek’ isn’t so much about the material as it is about the artist’s ability to own and redefine these symbols within his own narrative.

The Dichotomy of Attraction and Repulsion: Relationships in the Limelight

LIL UZI VERT paints a vivid picture of the transient and often shallow relationships forged in the heat of fame. The lines ‘You a bad bitch, then we can link’ juxtaposed with ‘Hit the shower, you might stink’ highlight a deep-seated wariness towards potential partners, suggesting a world where physical allure is ubiquitous but genuine connection is rare.

This tension manifests as a cautionary tale, suggesting that in the lush landscape of celebrity, every interaction is suspect, every potential lover a siren calling ships to ruin. Uzi’s lyrics navigates these treacherous waters with a mix of bravado and introspection.

The Art of Ignoring Naysayers: A Lesson in Resilience

Hate is an omnipresent foe in the domain of public figures, and Uzi confronts this adversary head-on with a cavalier attitude. ‘How you deal with all that hate? Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine’ is a testament to the artist’s thick skin and refusal to let external negativity penetrate his psyche.

Yet, the casual dismissal of his detractors belies the reality of living in the spotlight — where each move and each verse is subject to scrutiny and vitriol. Here, Uzi employs a deft mix of humor and defiance to craft armor against the incessant onslaught of criticism.

Flashy Linguistic Gems: Most Memorable Bars from the Song

‘Throw up gang signs, Naruto / Put metal in my nose like Pain’ – these lines don’t just capture Uzi’s love for anime but also underscore the blending of cultures that defines his work. Through the melding of pop-culture references with his personal narrative, Uzi illustrates a brand of lyricism that’s conscious of its audience and daring in its execution.

It’s not often you can take a track and pin down multiple iconic lines, but ‘New Patek’ is rich with quips that resonate and swiftly embed themselves into the larger cultural conversation. They’re brash and unapologetic, perfectly encapsulating the song’s essence.

Unveiling ‘New Patek’s’ Hidden Narrative: The Price of Fame

There’s a darker subtext nestled amongst the diamond-encrusted braggadocio; the high cost of stardom and the solitude it breeds. ‘Her last man money hysterical / She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio’ might prompt a chuckle with wrestling wordplay but they also expose a more introspective Uzi, contemplating the genuine intentions of those around him in his ascent.

‘Flip the brick make the whole shit do a aerial / Air the shit out and make the hoes sing Ariel’ carries a dual meaning – on one hand, it’s a nod to his trapping origins, and on the other, a grim reminder that success often means escaping from a life many are unable to leave behind. The juxtaposition in ‘New Patek’ between the highs of fame and the struggle to maintain one’s identity forms the track’s undercurrent narrative.

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