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XO TOUR Llif3[Intro]
Are you alright?
I'm alright, I'm quite alright
And my money's right
8… (Yeah)
Countin' them bands
All way to the top 'til they be fallin' over
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin' them bands
On my way to the top 'til we fallin' over

[Chorus]
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge

[Verse 1]
Phantom that's all red, inside all white
Like somethin' you ride a sled down, I just want that head
My Brittany got mad, I'm barely her man now
Everybody got the same swag now
Watch the way that I tear it down
Stackin' my bands all the way to the top
All the way 'til my bands fallin' over
Every time that you leave your spot
Your girlfriend call me like, "Come on over!"
I like the way that she treat me
Gon' leave you, won't leave me, I call it that Casanova
She say I'm insane, yeah
I might blow my brain out (Hey)
Xanny, help the pain, yeah
Please, Xanny, make it go away
I'm committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me
All the pain, now I can't feel it
I swear that it's slowin' me, yeah
[Chorus]
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "I am not afraid to die" (Yeah)
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge (Yeah)
All my friends are dead, yeah, ooh
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead, yeah
All my friends are dead, yeah

[Verse 2]
That is not your swag, I swear you fake hard
Now these niggas wanna take my cadence
Rain on 'em, thunderstorm, rain on 'em (Ooh, yeah)
Medicine, lil' nigga, take some (Yeh, yeh)
Fast car, NASCAR, race on 'em
In the club, ain't got no ones, then we would beg them
Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes
You is not a G though
Lookin' at you stackin' all your money, it all green though
I was countin' that and these all twenties, that's a G-roll

[Bridge]
She say, "You're the worst, you're the worst"
I cannot die because this my universe
[Chorus]
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge753EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Way Life Goes[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
That's true (That's true), that's right (That right, that right)
She's sipping Moët, and yeah, I swear it get her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Yeah, it's red)
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my bread)
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together (Yeah)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Woah)
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Hello
I was listening to this song
It go like

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Yeah)
I swear that you'll get over it
I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Yeah)
I know that you'll get over it (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only trying to show you things (Yeah)
Iced out heart on your neck trying to froze your ring
I had to get me a new bitch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii looking at the rain (Damn, yeah)
She smiling happy but I'm laughing 'cause her new man a lame
(Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy)
Damn, that just goes to show me money don't attract a thing (Real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it
And I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Ayy)
I know that you'll get over it

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I tied up my Raf, you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Complement my style
She don't want me, I'm running wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don't want me then I'ma let her (Bye)
Go over there with that broke fella (Go over)
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather, ooh (Yeah)
My new chick I swear that she better, ooh
Want me back, never (Ooh)

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
That's true (That's true), that's right (That right, that right)
She's sipping Moët, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (Woah)
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Yeah, it's red)
No, I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my bread)
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together (Yeah)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Woah)
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
[Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes but (Woah), you'll get over it (But why?)
You'll find another life to live (You'll find)
I swear that you'll get over it (You'll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (No, no)
You'll find another life to live (You will)
I know that you'll get over it (Oh)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
That's true, that's right
She's sipping Moët, and yeah, I swear it get her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her166EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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New Patek[Intro]
Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Alright, I'm ready

[Chorus]
New Patek on my wrist (Yeah)
White diamonds, 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, hello (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, 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"
[Refrain]
Okay, and your girlfriend like my drip (Drip)
Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch)
Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick)
Triple S got that extra grip (Grip)
So you know I cannot slip (Slip)

[Verse 1]
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 (Grrah)
My shooter got a 30 on his hip (Bah)
Yeah, I need my fix
Was that a pair of boots from Rick? (Rick)
Had to tell that lil' girl don't trip (Woah)
Cool blood, but my money Crip
Got clap on lights, no flick
Can't take no pic, no flick (No cameras)
Fuck that bitch in my new whip (Skrrt)
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 (Let's go)
Yeah, I'm the same nigga bustin' through your stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling O's, no Cheerios
I don't wake up in the mornin' for cereal
Flip the brick, make the whole shit do an aerial
Air the shit out and make the ho sing, Ariel (Yah)
Silencers so they really cannot hear me though
Killin' these beats, yeah, Lil Uzi a serial
Clean up the body, prepare for the burial
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
I got the swag that probably, um, will finish you
I am a octopus, I cannot breathe without water
So I put diamonds on my tentacles
How is 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 it's Optimus
My chain is white gold your shit look like copper, bruh
MCM, yeah, that shit made out of ostrich, bruh
But I don't wear it, give that to my hoes
Yeah, I swear that lil' nigga my clone
Yeah, I had to do this shit all by my own
Yeah, it's slime shit, lil' baby, put diamonds in my nose (Slatt)
[Chorus]
New Patek on my wrist (Yeah)
White diamonds, 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, hello (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

[Refrain]
And your girlfriend like my drip (Drip)
Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch)
Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick)
Triple S got that extra grip (Grip)
So you know I cannot slip (Slip)
That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (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 make me proud of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a milli' that's all in my bank (Milli')
[Chorus]
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, 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 (What?)
Hit the shower, you might stink
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)

[Verse 2]
Throw up gang signs, Naruto (Uh)
Put metal in my nose like Pain (Uh)
Man, I never saw this bitch before (Uh)
How the fuck she know my name? (Yeah)
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 (Yeah)
Gettin' money, I'm the man
Gettin' money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent on my shoes, these not Vans
Need a fan case a nigga get hot
'Member she ain't want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks (Yeah)
Red dot for a chicken, he popped
MC told the bitch eat my cock
Motorcycle days, bitch, Yung 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 and them niggas run wild
Super filthy, man, they livin' so foul
I got some real niggas that's locked up
Tryna shade the bar just for the foul
All these hackers, yeah, 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 talkin', 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

[Verse 3]
Let's go, let's go, had to tell that lil' bitch, yeah, let's go (Let's go, let's go)
That lil' nigga stole my swag and he tried to steal my flow (My flow, my flow)
I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone (My phone, my phone)
I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go (Let's go, ayy)
I put hundreds in my safe (Ayy)
I throw twenties in her face (Ayy)
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'?)

[Refrain]
And your girlfriend like my drip (Drip)
Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch)
Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick)
Triple S got that extra grip (Grip)
(Oh yeah)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist)
New Rollie made me proud of my wrist (Woo, woo)
AP make me proud of my wrist (Woo)
New Richard on my wrist (Woo)
Got a milli' that's all in my bank (Woo, woo)

[Chorus]
New Patek on my wrist (Yeah)
White diamonds, 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

[Verse 4]
Throw up gang signs, Naruto (Yeah)
Put metal in my nose like Pain (Uh)
Man, I never saw this bitch before (Uh)
How the fuck she know my name?
She said, "Lil Uzi, hello" (Uh)
I looked at her, "Oh, hey"
You ain't never seen pastry dough (Yeah)
Tell 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, these 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 popped
MC, told the bitch eat my cock

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, that's it161EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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You Was Right[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Future & Young Thug]
Hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Bless you)
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Wrecked you)
(Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga)

[Chorus]
Yeah, alright, alright, alright
You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)
Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)
Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)
Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)
Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)
Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy)
Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah (What?)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, looked at my mama just like, we rich (Yeah)
Looked at my bitch like, we rich
Said, we ain't got no minor setbacks (No)
Countin' all that money, told that nigga just to bet that
I, I know that you ain't got it, boy, why you ain't just say that? (Yeah)
They see I got that money, now his bitch like, "I said that" (Yeah)
I don't pay that ho no mind, I've been had that
When I, when I saw my girl, yeah, you know I had to bag that (Yeah)
And before me, four niggas, yeah, they had that
Five niggas includin' me, I had to back back
Try to diss me, I'll take it to your family (Yeah)
I'll fuck your sister, then make sure that she vanish, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, alright, alright, alright
You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)
Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)
Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)
Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)
Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)
Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy)
Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah (What?)
Yeah, alright, alright, alright
You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)
Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)
Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)
Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)
Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)
Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy)
Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah (What?)

[Verse 2]
Even though we in the same room (Shh)
You just locked the door, so I gotta text you (Yeah, yeah)
Like, bae, unlock the door, I gotta use the restroom
Like, I don't want a war, I wanna caress you, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, alright, alright, alright
You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)
Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)
Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)
Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)
Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)
Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy)
Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah76EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money Longer[Chorus]
Yeah, it do not matter
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster

[Verse 1]
Money so old, dollars spoiled (Spoiled)
Yeah, my lil' bitch so spoiled (Spoiled)
Yeah, I rub her down in oil
Yeah, I got money, now you know it, yeah
Diamonds on my teeth
Yeah, your shit look like foil
Yeah, Chris Brown said these hoes ain't loyal, yeah
None of these hoes got no morals, yeah
All my niggas G-ed up
Yeah, my glasses be Dita
Never thought it would be days I could kick my feet up (Huh)
Never thought that she would need me that much if I leave her

[Chorus]
It do not matter
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
[Verse 2]
All of this was faction
No time for actin', all this money lastin'
Like, go out to eat, get that blackened salmon
When I'm wit' my girl, we Pharrell and Vashtie
Wait, huh? That mean we are not lastin'
In that pussy, you know I like it rough, then I'm just blastin'
Yeah, tell that lil' bitch that I'm really from Mars
Uh, yeah, bitch, do not start
Yeah, pull up, my car automatic
Yeah, uh, done with the start, yeah

[Chorus]
It do not matter
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster122EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Myron[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt Ox]
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga)
Let's go
Let's go, yeah (Pew)

[Chorus]
Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no, green don't excite me (Excite me)
I could make a ho out your wifey (Out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Woah)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Let's go)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Like me)

[Verse 1]
'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (Yeah)
Your girl's a five, but your mom is a dime piece (Ayy)
And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie)
I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (Let's go)
These bitches, they think they dandy, but they be just lyin' (Bitches lie)
That lil' bitch, can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin' (Tryin')
When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (On God)
VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (Woah)
I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (Woo)
Had that boy's bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin' (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (So wet, water)
I stand on my money, then my height, it turn to 9' 10" (Yeah)
Yeah, these niggas be bitin' (Fuck)
Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin' (Grra-ta)
Yeah, me and her was vibin' (Yeah, vibin')
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Your bitch call me Myron (Call me...)
[Chorus]
Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no, green don't excite me (Excite me, green)
I could make a ho out your wifey (Out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Woah)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Let's go)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockey, bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Like me)

[Verse 2]
Ninety thousand, that's a light band, (Yeah) yeah (Ninety thousand, that's a light)
I can tell you, it's the real spill (I can tell you, it's the real)
Yeah, fucked your bitch just for a light bill (Yeah)
Yeah, banana clip, I won't slip on the peel
I can't slip, slip, slip, no, no, I can't miss
I got icebergs on my neck, I can sink a ship
Outer space swag, not regular, Titanic my whip
In the hood, I'm not regular, I just brung my stick, baby
Oh, you think I give a fuck because I'm rich, baby? (Huh?)
Come on, baby, let's have sex and have a rich baby
She said, "I thought you ain't do that," well, you dismissed, baby (Bye-bye)
Uh, young nigga, no, I ain't changed, Lil Uzi from the 6', baby (Yeah)
Uh, I don't think they like me (Nah)
But when I drop this song, I know they'll get excited (Yeah)
She was homie girl, but now that girl is my bitch (Mine)
I like them girls that do that scammin' and that swipin'
[Bridge]
I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands
I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands
She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)
She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)
She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)
She give me head, that bit' migraine (Let's go)

[Refrain]
Got addicted to the road, got addicted to the stress
Got addicted to the foreigns, got addicted to the racks (Racks)
Man, these boys be doin' the most (Most)
And I swear that is a fact (Fact)
Man, this girl wanna give me brain
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine (Ayy)
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine
Pack all my shit then I might migrate
Anywhere you goin', know some niggas gon' hit
I don't run from shit but the damn police
All blue hunnids to wash my face, yeah

[Chorus]
Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no, green don't excite me (Excite me)
I could make a ho out your wifey (Out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Woah)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Let's go)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockey, bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me77EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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P2[Intro]
Ooh, I'm startin' over
Stackin' in it, it was the top, now are you alright?
I'm quite alright, damn, my money's right
Yeah, ayy, yeah, it's quite alright
I wake up in the morning, then I'm gettin' back to it (Back to it)
Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' back to it
You ain't show me no love, so I turned my back to you
Yeah, yeah, I can't give no racks to you (8…)
[Chorus]
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run (Yeah, Lil Uzi, yeah)
Woah, everything I said
Messin' with your head, messin' with your head
I said, everything I said, messin' with your head
Messin' with your head, woah, messin' with your head, woah

[Verse 1]
I've been textin' her all night (Night), she know I was doin' wrong (Yeah)
She left me right on read now, I'm walkin' with my head down (I love you)
I gotta keep my head high
I got a whole 'nother check, not talkin' verified (Okay)
Rest in peace my dead guys
I am no hater, yeah, we in the same whip
The only difference is that you do not own it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can just tell by the way that you drivin' it
I pull up in that car just like it's stolen
Yeah, I came a long way, came from the hallway
I can't stop, keep goin'
Yes, my life just feel like one long day, I just live in the moment
Woah, ooh, comin' out just when the sun down
My boys, they ruthless like coupes and they really run down
I got paper cuts from hundred dollar bills covered in bustdowns
Countin' with my thumb now, money make me numb now
[Chorus]
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun (Yeah)
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run
Yeah, everything I said
Messin' with your head, messin' with your head
I said, everything I said messin' with your head
Messin' with your head, woah, messin' with your head, woah

[Verse 2]
I just got richer overseas, yeah
Lookin' at my watch and it's a Richard and it's green, yeah
I'm still smokin' on that good, know I'm blowin' out that steam, yeah
You wouldn't even believe the numbers stuffed up in my jeans, yeah
Tell that girl to back-back, gotta stack racks (Ayy)
No, I can't go out sad, can't go out bad, yeah
I told that girl I'm not no duck, this ain't Aflac, yeah
I don't wanna get older, I'm still livin' in my last year
I hope my life just keep goin', don't worry 'bout that
Just tighten up and keep flowin', cowabunga
She gon' ride me like wakeboard (Yeah)
I'm lickin' on her body until she don't make noise, yeah (Noise)

[Chorus]
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run
Yeah, yeah, everything I said
Messin' with your head, messin' with your head
I said, everything I said, messin' with your head
Messin' with your head, woah, messin' with your head, woah
[Outro]
Woah, I said, messin' with your head, woah
Messin' with your head
Yeah
Thank you
No, really, thank you
You're far too kind
You, and you, and you, an experience of a lifetime
I see all of it (Yeah)
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20 Min[Pre-Chorus]
I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?"
I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?", yeah
She said, "I need a new whip, yeah
'Cause I know that you still ballin'"
She just wanna go back to the future, so I brought that girl a DeLorean
Twenty more minutes until I got' go, so I told that girl I'm gonna slaughter it

[Chorus]
I met that girl right up at my show, left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town never saw her before, told her, "Baby, we don't got that long"
Listen, this not my city show, but, I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on (Yeah)
I am not slow, these girls just want me, 'cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go
He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I hit it fast (F-f-f-fast), yeah, I hit it slow (Slow)
But by the mornin', girl, I gotta go (Yeah)
Gotta get ready, tonight is my show
If you okay, you might open my show
Got the big pointers right under my nose
These niggas mad 'cause I got all the dough
These niggas mad 'cause I got all the dough (Yeah)
Changin' my style 'cause I got every flow
Got every girl, ain't no toppin' my hoes (Yeah)
I understand that is your girlfriend, bro
But, you know I gotta keep her close
Open your legs and I keep 'em closed
Livin' life on the edge, on a tightrope
I am so clean, I might start movin' soap (Yeah)
Drive a new 'Rari, I don't need a note (Skrrt)
Drive a Bugatti like it's a Volvo
I got your girl and you already know (Skrrt)
Don't really like her, we friends for the most
Cuban link tri-color, all on my choker (Skrrt)
Don't leave the crumb, got the bread, then you toast
If you start touchin' my gun, got no holst'
I put a coat on top of my coat
Only 20 minutes before the show (Show)
[Chorus]
I met that girl right up at my show, left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town, never saw her before, told her, "Baby, we don't got that long"
Listen, this not my city show, but, I treat it like my city show
20 more minutes until I'm on, 20 more minutes until I'm on
20 more minutes until I'm on (Yeah), 20 more minutes until I'm on
20 more minutes until I'm on, 20 more minutes until I'm on (Yeah)
I am not slow, these girls just want me, 'cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (What?)
He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Damn, I just started it (Started), man, I just started it
Oh my God, please, do not bother me
Don't got enough just to order me (Yeah)
I'm on that tree like an ornament
Money so long like accordion (Woo)
You lied to me, wasn't sorry then
On the weekend, you was partyin'
It was just me, you was targetin' (Yeah)
It was just me, you was targetin' (Target)
Jump in the Porsche, I might target it (Skrr)
Jump in the Lamb', I ain't parkin' it (Skrr)
Ice is so cold, I snowboard in it (Blaow)
Go to my show, they applaud me in
She call my phone with emergency (Ayy)
She call my phone with that urgency (Ayy)
[Pre-Chorus]
I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?" (Ayy)
I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?", yeah
She said, "I need a new whip," yeah (Skrr)
"'Cause I know that you still ballin'" (Ball!)
She just wanna go back to the future, so, I brought that girl a DeLorean (Yah)
20 more minutes until I got' go, so, I told that girl that I'm gonna slaughter it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I met that girl right up at my show, left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town, never saw her before, told her, "Baby, we don't got that long"
Listen, this not my city show, but, I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on (Yeah)
I am not slow, these girls just want me, 'cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (What?)
He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (Yeah), yah106EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ps & Qs[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' lie
This song right here slick hatin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So

[Chorus]
Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah)
So I made her mine
Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah)
So I made her mine (Mine)
Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt)
Ride with the 9 (Yeah)
I changed your life
Now you gon' ride (Yeah)
Ooh, sing it (Sing it)
He ain't got no money, yeah (What?)
Ooh, sing it (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, yeah
Ooh, sing it (Sing it)
He ain't got no money, yeah (What?)
Ooh, sing it (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah
She had a nigga that was on the music scene (What? Thought he was me?)
Had a nigga thought he was going straight to the league (Yeah, straight to the D)
Yeah, fuck with my baby, I swear that that nigga gon' bleed (Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du)
Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me (Yeah)
Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah (What?)
Stay on my Qs and my Ps (Yeah)
'Cause that could happen to me, yeah
Bring that girl to the big league, yeah
Diamonds, that's all on my teeth, yeah
Diamonds, that's all on my teeth, yeah (What?)
Put my girl in that new Chanel
And I got her a new weave (Yeah)
Said put my girl in that new Chanel
And I got her a new weave (Yeah)
Like, haha, oh, well, now your girl with me
Like, Austin was holding her up, yeah (Damn)
Um, boy, please
Like bye-bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi

[Chorus]
Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah)
So I made her mine
Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah)
So I made her mine (Mine)
Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt)
Ride with the 9 (Yeah)
I changed your life
Now you gon' ride (Yeah)
Ooh, sing it (Sing it)
He ain't got no money, yeah (What?)
Ooh, sing it (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, yeah
Ooh, sing it (Sing it)
He ain't got no money, yeah (What?)
Ooh, sing it (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, yeah
[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bye-bye, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
Watch out for my doors (Wait, watch out, woo, woo)
Lambo', that bitch roar (Skrrt, roar)
Tell my girl that the world could be yours (Yeah)
Yeah, number-one rule, don't listen to whores (Shh-shh, listen to me, baby)
Yeah, know you've never lived this life before (Woo, jeez)
Yeah, more money than your last man, of course (Duh, jeez)
Yeah, drivin' in that foreign (Skrrt)
Yeah, where you thought you was goin' in that Ford (Where?)
I took what's yours, yeah (Yeah)
I made her mine (What?)
I made her mine, yeah (Yeah)
I took what's yours (I took her)
I made her mine, yeah (Yeah)
I took what's yours (Yeah)
I made her mine, yeah
I took what's yours

[Chorus]
Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah)
So I made her mine
Yeah, I took what yours (My money, yeah, yeah)
So I made her mine (Mine)
Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt)
Ride with the 9 (Yeah)
I changed your life
Now you gon' ride (Yeah)
Ooh, sing it (Sing it)
He ain't got no money, yeah (What? My money, yeah)
Ooh, sing it (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, yeah
Ooh, sing it (Sing it)
He ain't got no money, yeah (What? My money, yeah)
Ooh, sing it (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, yeah
[Outro]
Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah
Stay on my Qs and my Ps
Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah
Stay on my Qs and my Ps109EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Way Life Goes (Remix)[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj]
That's true (Uzi), that's right (That's right, that's right)
She sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (Her wetter)
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (They is redder)
No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my cheddar)
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together (Be together)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (My header)
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her (Gotta dead her)
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her (Met her) (Hello...?)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Now you beggin' this a doozy
But beggars cannot be choosy
Been the queen for eight summers
Just tell them to call me Suzy
This that Nicki, this that Uzi
This Hennessy got me woozy
Broke the Internet in 5411's and some Gucci
The blue ribbons eatin' sushi
It's that real good coochie
This that wet as Chattahoochee
Fuck all y'all like a hoochie
Givin' them bars since a teen
I ain't goin' back to juvie
I am Nicki Yamaguchi
'Cause I skate with the ice
I don't say, "What's the price?"
Lookin' like it's a heist
I been winnin' all my life
On a roll, it's a dice
Since that Itty Bitty Piggy
Rep my city like committees
If you fucked it up with Nicki
You feel pretty fuckin' shitty, uh
Anyway, I'm stoppin' bags like the TSA
Listen up you little bitches, it's a PSA
I'm still shadin' all these niggas, yeah the DITA way
You gotta pay me flat bread, yeah the pita way
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I know you're sad and tired (Yeah)
You've got nothin' left to give (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Yeah)
I know that you'll get over it (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Wish I never ever ever told you things (Told you things)
I was only, only tryna show you things (Show you things)
Iced out heart on your neck tried to froze your ring (Froze your ring)
I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain (Hold the pain)
We was in Hawaii lookin' at the ring (Yeah)
(You'll get over it)
She smilin' happy, but I'm laughin' 'cause her man's a lame
(You'll get over it)
(Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy)
Damn, that just goes to show me money don't attract a thing (You'll get over it)
(Real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
(You'll get over it)
(Yeah)

[Chorus:  Lil Uzi Vert & Oh Wonder]
I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it
And I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothin' left to give (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Ay)
I know that you'll get over it
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
See I tied up my Raf, you strapped up your Rick (Woo)
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist (Wrist)
Complement my style (Style)
She don't want me, I'm runnin' wild (Runnin' wild)
You know I respect her on that level (On that level)
She don't want me, then I'ma let her (I'ma let her)
Go over there with that broke fella (Broke fella)
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather (That leather)
My new chick, I swear that she better (Want me back never)
Want me back, never (Ooh)

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
That's true, that's right (That's right, that's right)
She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (We-etter)
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Redder)
No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar (Cheddar)
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together (Together)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Header)
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her (Dead her)
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her (Met her)

[Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (Woah, what what)
You'll find another life to live (You'll find)
I know that you'll get over it (You'll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (No, no)
You'll find another life to live (You will)
I know that you'll get over it (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
(You'll get over it)
(I know that you'll get over it)
I know it's over
Check out my cold shoulder  (Nothin' left to give)
I know it's over
Cry on that hoe shoulder (You'll get over it)
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Oh Wonder]
We-e used to be-e
Kissin' in the tree-e
'Member it was just you and me-e
(You'll get over it)
Kissin' in the tree-e
'Member it was you was just you and me-e
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
K-i-s-s-i-n-g-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
(You'll get over it)
Uh
(You'll get over it)53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Futsal Shuffle 2020[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, sing this shit, are y'all fuckin' dumb?
Eternal Atake
Gotta shoot two at her (Yeah)
Gotta shoot two at her (Woah)
Blue cheddar (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
That girl, she got with my clone (One, two, three)
I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better (Woah)

[Chorus]
Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it
She suck my dick 'til she get delirious (Wow)
Okay, jump on the jet, so I'm Clearin' it (Woo)
Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Let's go)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move, uh (Damn)

[Verse 1]
I'm on some whole other shit
I got a whole 'nother rich, I'm on a new level
I was fucking on your bitch
She was ridin' on my dick, she ain't need two pedals
I swear these niggas, they bitches
I swear they all gonna snitch when my niggas go shoot at 'em
Niggas, they mad about this
Niggas, they mad about that, but it's only if you let 'em
She save my name in her phone
Only thing she save me under is probably that "U" letter (Hello?)
No, I don't got provolone
Only thing in my pocket is probably, um, some blue cheddar
She tried to leave me alone
Then she got right with my clone, man, I hope that she do better
I know it's blue cheese on me
But when I got fifties on me, I call that shit loose cheddar (Hah)
Jeremy Scotts all on my feet
I had a cougar with me, so I call that girl Coretta (Coretta)
I am the richest nigga in my city
I can make it rain like no matter what's the weather (Facts)
I know that girl, she got swag
But when it come to puttin' it together, she could do better
I sent that girl a DM
She ain't answer me, so you know that I gotta shoot two at her (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Nardwuar]
Gotta shoot two at her (Yeah)
Ayy, gotta shoot two at her (And you are Lil Uzi? Vert, let's go)
Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar (Woah)
That girl, she got with my clone (One, two, three, let's go)
I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better

[Chorus]
Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it
She suck my dick 'til she get delirious
Okay, jump on the jet so I'm Clearin' it
Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Woo)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move (Lil Uzi)

[Verse 2]
They try to cut me down when they say I'm too low, woah, uh (Turn me up)
I said, "Turn me up," I cannot hear my flow, woah, woah
I ain't never been no fool
Do what I want, I'ma bend your rules (Woah)
I'ma take the dub, I'ma win
I ain't ever been no type that lose, yeah
Born like this, I ain't did no study
Everything I got, man, I got it in a hurry
If I love you, better say that you love me
And if I trust you, better say that you trust me
Talk 'bout the bag, the mula, the guap
I'm at the bank, only time that I'm runnin'
I said I'm on the road, no, I cannot stop
I'm runnin' through obstacles, I'm in a hurry
Woah, stop that
Told a fuck nigga just drop that (Yeah)
If you shoot first, we gon' pop back
Margiela on me, lil' nigga, that's not that
What you got on? Prada sweatsuit made of nylon
See my righteous girl, yeah, she say, "Right on"
When I hit that girl right with the light on
When I hit that girl, oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta shoot two at her
Ayy, gotta shoot two at her (Woah)
Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar (Woah)
That girl, she got with my clone (One, two, three, yeah, yeah)
I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better

[Chorus]
Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it
She suck my dick 'til she get delirious (Woah)
Okay, jump on the jet so I'm Clearin' it
Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Mhm)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move (Woah)

[Outro: Nardwuar & Lil Uzi Vert]
Lil Uzi Vert, doot-dooda-loot-doo, doot-doo
Thank you, Lil Uzi Vert leaves
You 'posed to be standin' still right now
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Erase Your Social[Intro]
Cannon (Cannon)

[Pre-Chorus]
Know I walk with the racks on me
Bad bitch want back back
And you know she throw that ass on me
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me 'cause the cash on me
Yeah, you know she cappin', homie
Dreadlock, that cap on me

[Chorus]
Back then, they napped on me
Now they all just act homie
Now I'm hot, they all on me
Pull out the Snapchats on me
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie
I think it's too personal
That's what I got Twitter for
Instagram, I'll bag your ho
Back then, they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
Back then, they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Like, flex on you haters (Huh), hi haters (Yeah)
This is my world so it's all in my favor (Yeah)
I like all girls, yeah, all type of flavors
But that don't matter 'cause I just got my baby (Sike)
Pull up right there in Mercedes (Skrrt)
Water, water like the Navy (Uh)
Fuck that girl 'til the sun down
Number one like I'm McGrady (That way)
Boy you said that you made me (Yeah)
Go ahead, make another one
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none (Yeah)
I'ma love her 'til the love is done (Huh)
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back so her legs get numb (Yeah)
Hit from the back so long (Chee)
That my own legs startin' to get numb
Suckin' me up, give me brain, now she dumb
Tell her it's repercussions (What?)
Play her just like a drum
Make in a night what you make in a month (Huh)

[Chorus]
Back then, they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
Back then, they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Boy you said that you made me (Huh)
Go ahead make another one (Yeah)
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none
I'ma love her 'til the love is done (Yeah)
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back so her legs get numb
Hit from the back so long
That my own legs startin' to get numb (Skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
Know I walk with the racks on me (Yeah)
Bad bitch want back back (Yeah)
And you know she throw that ass on me (Yeah)
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me 'cause the cash on me (Huh?)
Yeah, you know she cappin' homie (What?)
Dreadlock, that cap on me (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
[Outro]
I ain't gon' lie
The baddest girls do be on Snapchat
Finna make one, ha59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bean (Kobe)[Intro: Chief Keef]
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
In my triple cup, that's two times two
Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy
Yeah, my eyes red, but I'm no Damu
If you don't run it up, that's all on you

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know I'm ballin', usual like Kobe (24)
Ooh, worried 'bout a hater that don't know me
He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me
Pull up Bentley truck, extra poles, and we four deep (Bah)
Say my name three times like I'm Tony (Tony, Toni, Toné)
Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie
I ain't never believe nothing that you told me
These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turned me to my old me
Before I had these mils, I was oh-so lonely
Runnin' 'round in Philadelphia only with my 40
I ain't never been a phony (No way)
You be gettin' bands? Hardly, yeah
I just fucked your bitch, sorry, oh (I'm sorry)
Man, I put that on my shawty, ooh
Fight me, we're not scared, sorry (I'm sorry)
No, I'm not here for no games, Atari (No way)
Diamonds, they hittin' like water, ooh, starbeam, yeah
Rockstar life be callin' (Callin', yeah)
Don't want that girl, she stallin', she stallin' (Oh, oh)
Big ol' foreign whip, ooh, I can't park it (Ooh, no way)
I'm from outer space, ooh, in a starship (Ooh)
Thick ol' foreign bitch, ooh, that's my target (Ooh)
Ten bands, what you say? Ooh (Ooh)
Ten bands for my Chanel carpet (Alright)
Rockstar life like watch this (Okay)
Young nigga slick like margarine (Huh?)
Lost your bitch in Starlet's (Jeez)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Chief Keef]
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
(Bang, bang)
AP, Muller, my Rollie (Woo)
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie (That's two times two)
AP, Muller, my Rollie

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Just pulled up with me (Huh?)
Doin' one-sixty (Skrrt)
The bitch staring at me
Got real big titties (Sos', baby)
What's in my jeans? (Huh?)
Them real big fifties
Flight after flight (Beep)
Hittin' real big cities
From the sandbox, yeah, my brothers is with me (Mhm)
If they give me a bond, I'm comin' to get me (Let's get it)
And in the club (Let's get it)
We snuck the semi (Bang)
Cup, dawg, it ain't Rémy
I can feel the envy
In my triple cup, that's two times two
Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy
Yeah, my eyes red, but I'm no Damu
If you don't run it up, that's all on you
Disrespect the gang, and we stall on you, hey
Send them Trackhawk shots, don't get called on you (Bang, bang)
Bring my belt, better have that coat on you, ayy (Gang, gang)
Marry that guap, you know I do
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Chief Keef]
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
(Bang, bang)
AP, Muller, my Rollie (Woo)
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie
AP, Muller, my Rollie (That's two times two)
AP, Muller, my Rollie

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ooh
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Sanguine Paradise[Intro]
We be throwin' money in a spiral
Every time your girl hear my song, yeah, turn her right into my ho
She shake her ass (I'm working on dying), do the eye roll
Got a skinny thong like a tightrope
I be blowin' up like some pyro
Coupe 150, call it Kyro

[Verse 1]
If she left with me, she the right ho
Man, she ridin' me like a BMX
Man, she said the D is for Dyno
I got two horns like a rhino
It's no way you could buy ho
But I bought a mansion with a slide door
Yes, I opened up the slide door
So you can hear her hit the high note

[Bridge]
I like the way you (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
Money keep comin' in, I can't lose
Money keep comin' in, I can't lose
Foreign girls and they 10s, I can't choose
Foreign car got V10, I can't cruise
[Chorus]
I got different color on my diamonds, I can't even see the time
I don't wanna see her face, I'ma go and get behind
Drop the top on the Wraith, I'ma make it lose its mind
I just made 100K, it was quicker than a Vine
I was swingin' from a vine, tryna pull me down but I climb
I'ma get it, keep tryin', there's no reason for the cryin'
We the ones that be slidin', they the ones that be dyin'
Know my boys, they be ridin' and my doors suicide

[Verse 2]
Side note, you will never reach my goals (At all)
I be walkin' with a slime nose
And I'm also walkin' with my side ho
Only time I be walkin' when I'm on the moon, so I feel like Michael
I was talkin' to my little slime, that's a lil' lizard, call her Geico
In reality, I'm 5'4"
Stand on my money, now I'm 6'6"
Hit her once, now she dismissed
Can't fuck her sister, make her lick dick
Forty-orty make my hip thick
When I see an opp, make the clip hit
Aimin' at his top, boy you need a mop
Man, I'm goin' out with a vengeance
My pants, Raf Simons
My shoes, Rick-Rick
Your girl dipped my tartar sauce so she ate my dick like a fish stick
Hit it raw, yes, I am a dog, I don't do this shit for no image
All my diamonds, they be hittin' hard
Try to play me boy, that's a scrimmage
[Chorus]
I got different color on my diamonds, I can't even see the time
I don't wanna see her face, I'ma go and get behind
Drop the top on the Wraith, I'ma make it lose its mind
I just made 100K, it was quicker than a Vine
I was swingin' from a vine, tryna pull me down but I climb
I'ma get it, keep tryin', there's no reason for the cryin'
We the ones that be slidin', they the ones that be dyin'
Know my boys, they be riding and my doors suicide

[Verse 3]
Live it up, you can just go any day now
Mykko Montana, this beat is from K Camp
Got frost on my diamonds, I'm gettin' the cake now
Now stay on your stomach, lil' bitch, when you lay down
Live it up, 'cause you can go any day now
Mykko Montana, this beat is from K Camp
Frost on my diamonds 'cause I got the cake now
When you on your stomach, lil' bitch, better lay down
I'm so up and I can't turn it down
They counted me out, my whole life turned around
Clean up my diamonds, you know I got rinse it
Know my boys comin', you know they mean business
That advance that you waitin' for, already spent it
When I’m on the beat man, you know I'm gon' kill it
[Refrain]
We be throwin' money in a spiral
Every time your girl hear my song, yeah, turn her right into my ho
She shake her ass, do the eye roll
Got a skinny thong like a tightrope
I be blowin' up like some pyro
Coupe 150, call it Kyro

[Chorus]
I got different color on my diamonds, I can't even see the time
I don't wanna see her face, I'ma go and get behind
Drop the top on the Wraith, I'ma make it lose its mind
I just made 100K, it was quicker than a Vine
I was swingin' from a vine, tryna pull me down but I climb
I'ma get it, keep tryin', there's no reason for the cryin'
We the ones that be slidin', they the ones that be dyin'
Know my boys, they be riding and my doors suicide

[Outro]
I like the way you (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
You do it (Ayy)
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7AM[Skit: Lil Uzi Vert & Brittany Byrd]
Now, I don't think this is the drugs talking, but I really think this shit gon' work
What you think?
Um, I don't know, it might
Man, I'm tired as fuck
But anyways, um, did you see that video on Instagram?
Man, what video?
It had me dying, but yeah
Don't think I didn't see your Chanel shoes
Man, what is you talkin' about?
Hey, hey I think it'll work
Did you fall asleep? Uzi
Of course it's gon' work
And what a lovely morning
Uzi, wake your ass up

[Intro]
Ayy, I told that bitch I count my cake
Bitch, get out my face
.45 on my waist
Boy, get out my way
(DP on the beat)
Goyard on my waist (Waist)
Boy, you ain't got taste
Now I'm gettin' cake (Cake)
Now your bitch gon' let me
[Chorus]
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like seven AM, I was fucking your love
Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like seven AM, I was fucking your love (Lil Uzi)
Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want (Yeah)
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like seven AM, I was fucking your love
Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck?
I got the money, now that's all that I want (All that I want)
She ate me for lunch (Yeah), feel like 2Pac, I'm a thug (Oh yeah)
Know some Crips and Bloods
Xannies, brought them drugs (Oh yeah)
Got a lot of people banking on me (Yeah)
Tell me why these niggas always hating on me (Oh yeah)
Coming home, they be waiting on me
Like, jump off my dick, all that faking homie (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like seven AM, I was fucking your love
Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Oh yeah)
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want (Oh yeah)
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts (Oh yeah)
Like seven AM, I was fucking your love (Oh yeah)
Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Woo, Lil Uzi)
[Verse 2]
Like, fuck nigga, like, can you leave me 'lone? (Yeah)
Made a million by myself, yeah, that be my song (Yeah)
Like, yeah, I rock designer when I'm in my zone (Yeah)
Yeah, I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE (Ayy)
Said I'm higher than a drone (Drone), boy, you is my clone (Skrt)
Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones (Damn)
Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones (Jones)
281 330 8004 (Lil Uzi, who?)
Catch me lean spilling while I'm lane switching
Drop the top, cocaine ceiling (Uh)
Backwood, propane pilling
Say my name in it, now your chain missing (Who, Lil Uzi)
Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies
Now I'm higher, now they all salty
Tell them niggas get the fuck up off me
Now I'm higher, now they all salty

[Chorus]
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like seven AM, I was fucking your love
Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like seven AM, I was fucking your love
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Sauce It Up[Intro]
(Sauce it up, ayy, sauce it up, ayy)
(Sauce it up, ayy, goin' numb)
I'm
(Where you from? Ayy, throw it up, ayy)
I'm one of the greatest to ever do it
(Goin' dumb, hey, goin' nuts, hey)
(Sauce it up, hey, sauce it up, hey)
Lil Uzi Vert
(Throw it up, hey, where you from? Hey)
(Throw it up, hey, where you from? Hey)
(Going dumb, hey, going nuts)

[Chorus]
Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up)
Ooh, do too much (Do too much)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (Yeah), goin' dumb
Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up)
Ooh, do too much (Do too much)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (Yeah)
Goin' dumb (Slatt, slatt)
[Verse 1]
Everyday I'm ballin', so you know I'm scorin' (Ball)
I feel so important, my pockets enormous (Enormous)
These niggas keep hatin', this is their last warning
Met that girl last night, ooh, fucked her through the morning
I don't know no girl I'm sorry (Ayy), hangup, girl, don't call me (Call)
No, no, you will not have me caught up all up on Maury (Hello)
Cash shower (Cash shower), make it rain, no game, Atari
Ride me like a Harley (Ayy), only boy in the party
I was on the phone, yeah, with Playboi Carti (Woah)
Comme des Garçons, (What?)
Hearts all on my cardi' (Swag)
I was in a Lamb', Carti, he was in a 'Rari (What? Skrrt)
I'ma keep on flexin', you don't like me then I'm sorry (Sorry)

[Chorus]
Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up)
Ooh, do too much (Do too much)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (Yeah)
Goin' dumb
Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up)
Ooh, do too much (Do too much)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (Yeah)
Goin' dumb (Slatt, slatt)
[Verse 2]
Okay, big-guap-chasin', big-knot-havin'
My money stackin', this shit extravagant (Woah)
This for all my niggas, the ones that be traffickin' (Woah)
All my diamonds African, I might go and matte the Benz (Hey)
I already had that bitch (Skrrt)
Went and got a badder bitch (Ayy)
Persian rug, Aladdin shit
Nice foreign ho like a Latin bitch
I could serve you (Ayy)
Let me say it one time, ayy
Turn around, baby girl, let me serve you (Woah)
Yeah, I said that you wet like Squirtle (Yeah)
Yeah, walk around pigeon to, got the bird flu (Brrr)
And you think you in love, don't wan' hurt you (Woah)
Man, I think that I'm done, gotta swerve you (Swerve)

[Chorus]
Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up)
Ooh, do too much (Do too much)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (Yeah)
Goin' dumb (Oh)
Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up)
Ooh, do too much (Do too much)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (Yeah)
Goin' dumb (Slatt, slatt)
[Outro]
I'm so awesome
I'm so awesome
These niggas so bad, it's exhaustin'
I swear I'm a stunner like Steve Austin
I swear I'm a stunner like Steve Austin
Ooh, sauce it up
Ooh, do too much
Ooh, where you from?
Ooh, throw it up
Ooh, going nuts
Ooh, going dumb (Dumb, dumb)
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Buy It[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Verse 1]
Why that boy just wanna play with me? (Why?)
Like I don't, um, keep that K on me (Yeah)
You was a worm, keep that bait on me (Huh)
Killin' my comp', oh-so fatally (What? Zaytoven)
Yeah, woohoo, ballin' like I'm Bo Jack (Damn)
Sometimes I think too much, wish that I'd think less
When you lie to me, that is not English (I don't understand)
I must admit that you was the best (Yeah, Zaytoven)
Fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
I don't see nobody, yeah, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
I can't stop no, no, I don't fuck with rest (No), yeah
On the real, wish I thought of you less (Yeah, Zaytoven)
On the real, wish I fucked you less (What? Yeah)
Thought you was real 'cause the things you said (Yeah)
Thought you was real 'cause you ain't invade my checks (Yeah)
Thought you was my future but you're my ex

[Chorus]
Nowadays got a side chick on side chick (Side, yeah)
They keep hackin' my iPhone (Yeah), 'bout to get a Sidekick
I don't like to stand up, told that girl to ride it (What?)
Murakami, buy it, Goyard, buy it
Phillip Lim, buy it, Rick Owens, buy it (Yeah)
Off-White, buy it (Yeah), even though I don't got to buy it (Yeah)
Vlone tatted on me, if you thought I was lyin' (Vlone thug)
Girl you need a back, back, ooh, you need some Trident (Yeah)
Nowadays got a side chick on side chick (Side, yeah)
They keep hackin' my iPhone (Yeah), 'bout to get a sidekick
I don't like to stand up, told that girl to ride it (What?)
Murakami, buy it, Goyard, buy it
Phillip Lim, buy it, Rick Owens, buy it
Off-White, buy it (Yeah), even though I don't got to buy it
Vlone tatted on me, if you thought I was lyin' (Vlone thug)
Girl you need a back, back, ooh, you need some Trident (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
And if it is a problem, my niggas ridin' (What?)
Know my niggas slidin' (Yeah), turn it to a riot (Du-du-du)
I fucked her in a SLS, you fucked her in a Hyatt (What?)
Ain't nothin' wrong with that (Yeah), I'm just a little more high-end (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Nowadays got a side chick on side chick (Side, yeah)
They keep hackin' my iPhone (Yeah), 'bout to get a Sidekick
I don't like to stand up, told that girl to ride it (What?)
Murakami, buy it, Goyard, buy it
Phillip Lim, buy it, Rick Owens, buy it (Yeah)
Off-White, buy it (Yeah), even though I don't got to buy it (Yeah)
Vlone tatted on me, if you thought I was lyin' (Vlone thug)
Girl you need a back, back, ooh, you need some Trident (Yeah)

[Outro]
How you do it like that, Uzi? (How?)
How you do it like that, Uzi? (How?)
How you do it like that, Uzi? (What?)
How you do it like that, Uzi? (How?)
How you do it like that, Uzi? (How you do it?)
How you do it like that, Uzi? (Lil Uzi)
How you do it like that, Uzi?
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That Way[Intro]
I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way

[Pre-Chorus]
But I don't wanna go out bad, wanna go out sad, wanna go out that way (No)
I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Let's go)
If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Woah)
Twenty-five hundred on my shirt what the tag say (Let's go)

[Chorus]
I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way, woah
I want it that way

[Verse 1]
Woah, she from Atlanta, she went to Cascade, ayy (Let's get it)
She ride the D like she's tryna drag race (Woah)
Don't slow me right down, I like it fast-paced, ayy
That is enough about that girl, everyone know it is my world
If he dropped an album, thought it was trash day (Yeah, woah)
I'm on my own, not talkin' masturbate, yeah (Ew)
She gave me dome 'til I graduate, woah
I'ma grab a Bentley, Mean might go and grab a Wraith, yeah
I had to snap back into reality and go grab a fitted (Fitted)
My jeans, yeah, they fitted (Woo)
But Lil Uzi, he is so far from the timid (Let's go)
The reason I'm rich
'Cause I had to go and just fix my percentage (Let's go)
You know that I'm winnin'
My white girl got black card and it got no limit (Woo)
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't wanna go out bad, don't wanna go out sad, not that way (Yeah)
I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Yes)
If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Woah)
Twenty-five hundred for my shirt what the tag say (Yeah)

[Chorus]
And I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way, woah
I want it that way

[Verse 2]
When I'm in DC, make the hoes go-go (Go)
Yes, I'm slimy like a snail, but I'm no slowpoke (Slow)
Only reason I didn't kick her out 'cause she gon' deepthroat (Yeah)
Hit it no protection, injection, yeah, this shit is lethal (Go)
They laugh at me because I'm emo (Yeah)
I killed my girlfriend, that's why I'm single (Fuck her)
Can't call 911 'cause I'm in Reno (Yeah)
Gave away my thumbs and I stood three toes (Let's go, let's go)
Diamonds hittin', bling, bling (Let's go)
Make the chopper sing, sing (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
He a killer (What?), same thing (Same thing)
Eyes low, Simmons, Ming (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't wanna go out bad, don't wanna go out sad, not that way
I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Yes)
If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Why? Woah)
Twenty-five hundred for my shirt what the tag say (Yeah)

[Chorus]
And I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way, woah
I want it that way

[Outro]
I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way
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Baby Pluto[Intro]
(Welcome to Eternal Atake, the dark world)
(你准备好了吗?)

[Chorus]
I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I bought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (For sure)
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
While makin' my lady cum (Yeah)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS
That's why I be racin' 'em (BRABUS)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war

[Verse 1]
I got static in my city, who fuckin' with me?
Pull up with this 30 and this chopper hold a fifty
Man, I heard that nigga Mickey, that's too risky
Man, we spray his car, spray his window, icky, icky
She keep suckin' on my dick, tryna get a hickey, hickey
Girl, I swear that pussy too wet, sticky, sticky
I kicked her right out of the front door, I'm picky, picky
Yeah, and every time she go to call my phone, I'm busy, busy (Yeah, yeah, hello, hello? Hello?)
I heard it's some niggas that's on my head (Brr)
I heard it's some niggas that want my bread
Oh my God
Y'all niggas better chill before y'all all be dead (Oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of, whole lot of meds
Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of clothes, niggas be stealin' my swag (Hold up)
Whole lot of, whole lot of emeralds, please tuck your baguettes
Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of red rubies on my neck
Uzi, it came with a TEC
The brick, that came with a vet
I can teach you how to flex (Yes)
The Draco, it came with a vest
The condo, it came with a pit (Yeah)
My new bitch, she came with some neck (Yeah)
Man, these boys ain't believe me
Until I pulled up and my neck was on squeegee (Woah)
Man, these boys ain't believe me
They thought I believed in the devil like ouija
Man, these boys ain't believe me
A real rockstar, Chrome Heart on my beanie (Yeah)
I swear these boys cannot see me
That's why I be livin' my life like I'm Stevie
Wake up, Versace my bitch
I got on that Tisci, I eat fettuccine
[Chorus]
I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (Let's go)
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
While makin' my lady cum (Stay with the baddest)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS
That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah)
I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (Nah, for real)
I had to count my money on the ironing board
I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores

[Verse 2]
I had to get all my niggas off bond, I had to get 'em off holding (Yeah)
I had to take 12 right on the mile, drive it like my van was stolen (Skrrt, skrrt)
It sing like my birthday, brand new
'Cause I'm only known just to floor it (Brand new)
Yeah, I just know they be watchin' it
Yeah, I just, yeah, I just know they be watchin' it
All these hoes love me
I am such a slimy guy, nigga, do not trust me
Baby, I'ma bust you way before you bust me
You shouldn't have trusted me, girl, you got off lucky (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If it's beef, don't partake
No, I do not eat steak (Yeah)
All I eat is fish plates
My diamonds so cold, in the freezer, my wrist be
Somewhere in the hills, prolly where my bitch stay
Switchin' my crib and you know I'm gon' switch states (Yeah)
I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape
I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape
[Chorus]
I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
While makin' my lady cum (I stay with the baddest)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS
That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah)
I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (Woah)
I had to count my money on the ironing board (Yeah)
I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores (Store)

[Outro]
Fucked behind the stores
You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores (Sure)
You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores
Yeah, count up a half a mil' up behind the store
Yeah, she gone off that molly like she ain't never take a pill before
You act like you tough like your homie ain't ever get killed before
What the...
Yo, what the fuck was that?58EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Neon Guts[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Admit it, I move like amoeba (Yeah)
I float in the room like I'm reefer (Yeah)
Alien, I’m not your kind of people (Yeah, yeah)
Telepathic, fam watch how I read ya (Skateboard)
You ain't got emeralds greener (Nah)
You ain't got rich up the sleeve (No sir)
And I got a Rolls that’s in the Grove
That I ain't drove, shit, I don't know the reason (305)
Andele, andele, arriba (Hola)
Me and J Balvin on G5 (Cholo)
Success is a drug and man we high
I am OTHER is a beehive (Yeah)
I got love for you haters (Yeah)
Ain't you tired of enslavement? (Huh)
Come with us, make some paper (Ching)
Cause you should own what you labor

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, you never stayed in Kailua (Hawaii)
I put Chanel on my shooter (Yeah)
Flooded my chain and it's Gucci
I don't want that girl, she moody (Facts)
I'm basically saying I'm cooler (Slatt)
Get Dior discounts from my cougar
Back in the sixth grade, I got them bad grades
I was in love with my tutor (Yeah)
See, musically, Lil Uzi trappin’ man
Most of you rappers be actors man
Go M.I.A when I find little Madison
Stay at the Ritz-Carlton, this not the Radisson
Just took a blue one, ’bout to take the red pill
Purple thoughts in my brain, hope it don't spill
Stay with a nerd just like Urkel, Jaleel
Fresh just like Carlton, I kill ’em with Will
Big ass "R" on my Smiths
Big ass "R" on my whips
Slip-on shoes, so you won't trip
Said she kinda fine if she got some hips
Momma said, "Let me see the witch
Boy you know light and dark don't mix
Mix it up, boy, bad luck"
Sick to my stomach with them neon guts
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert]
Higher than Elon Musk, so high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don't touch, our jewelry’s beyond Tut
And it give a nigga colorful aura, like I got neon guts
Higher than Elon Musk, so high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts
Dark energies, we don't touch, our jewelry's beyond Tut
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams]
Yeah fam, Pharrell on Mars with my fellow star
I'm like lightning striking in a metal rod
I say, "Hello God" in the devil bars
So dammit, Amex, I got a yellow card
C'mon, yellow card, yellow card
Damn, P, I need a yellow car
I am from the root like where the petal start
I had to push like a pedal start
Started way after but ahead of y'all
New crib, got a better yard
Two years, I got hella cars
Since the eighth grade I had hella broads
Hella broads, hella broads
Yellow painting with a yellow brush
Shit came from KAWS, probably marge
Slick my hair back like I'm Chico DeBarge (Ayy)
I got some lights on my chest (Yuh)
Don't confuse it with a heart (Mhm)
Heard things ain't looking too good for you
Had to pull some strings like I play the harp
I get these billions alone
It been that way from the start (Start)
Smoking good kush, my cologne
Got neon guts 'cause I can't see in the dark
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert]
Higher than Elon Musk, so high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don't touch, our jewelry's beyond Tut
And it give a nigga colorful aura like I got neon guts
Higher than Elon Musk, so high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts
Dark energies, we don't touch, our jewelry's beyond Tut
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts51EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Top[Intro]
Who the fuck are you? Ayy
Who the fuck are you? Ayy
Who the fuck are you?
[Chorus]
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy
Why you walk so cool? Ayy, thousand dollar shoes, ayy
Hunnid on my jewels, ayy, I got all these groupies
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy

[Verse 1]
Why you walk so cool? Ayy, thousand dollar shoes, ayy
Fuck bitches in twos, ayy, fuck bitches in twos, ayy
Fucked that bitch on Monday, fuck her sister Tuesday
You is not gon' do a thing, with my squad like Wu-Tang, ayy
I'm gonna knuck if I buck
Let a lil' nigga try us
Hit a nigga with a truck
Leave a lil' nigga so stuck
Brittany turned me to a slut
Brittany turned me to a slut
Brittany turned me to a slut
Hit the bitch all on her back, ayy, never put it in her butt, ayy
Put that shit all in her pussy, ayy, leave that shit all in her gut, ayy
[Chorus]
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy
Why you walk so cool? Ayy, thousand dollar shoes, ayy
Hunnid on my jewels, ayy, I got all these groupies
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy

[Verse 2]
Sometimes Fear of God, ayy
Saint Laurent the boots, ayy
I feel like I'm Dro, ayy, car ain't got no roof, ayy
That bitch kinda cute, ayy, blow me like a flute, ayy
Diamonds drippin', they so wet, I gotta wipe my jewels, ayy
I can't wife no fool, ayy, got no time for mood swings
Spent like 50 on the ring and I brought two rings
Remember that bitch ain't want fuck me
Now that bitch wanna just fuck me
Remember that bitch said I'm dusty
Look at that hoe like you ugly, ayy
Your man ain't got no money, ayy
I just be smokin' the dope, Skeme, he be smokin' the clove
My brother whippin' the stove
Jump in the crowd at my show, fucked the bitch in the front row
[Chorus]
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy
Why you walk so cool? Ayy, thousand dollar shoes, ayy
Hunnid on my jewels, ayy, I got all these groupies
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy
First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy
Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy

[Outro]
Cannon, Cannon went crazy
Treez what up Treez
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
Hotel party for these bad hoes
For these bad hoes, that trip
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Do What I Want[Intro]
Um, I'm on some shit like
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
(T-T-T-That be Maaly Raw)
(Cannon)
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want (Of course)
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want

[Verse 1]
Everybody know I'm better, ayy (Yeah), yeah, I'm better, ayy (Yeah)
It don't matter, ayy (What?), pockets fatter, ayy (Ayy)
Nowadays I'm on, my haters, they got sadder, ayy (What?)
That's money longer, ayy (Yeah), different song, bruh, ayy (Yeah)
Different producer (Yeah)
I can do anything and I won't lose her (Yeah)
She got right with a winner, left that loser (Bye-bye), ayy (Uh)
Talkin' shit, boy, make me get my Ruger, yeah, I said my Ruger (Uh)
All my niggas they shooters (Pow)
Rockin' them grills all the way 'til my tooth hurt (Yeah)
Oh, he cold? Well, I swear that I'm cooler (Brr)
That ain't no Rollie, bitches, it's a Franck Muller, yeah, a Franck Muller (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Boy, I started on the bottom (Huh?)
Made my way to the top (What?)
Boy, I'm gon' keep winnin' (I am)
You know I cannot stop (I can't)
Remember I had a little (I did)
Turned that shit to a lot (I did)
Always been one hunnid (I was)
Put that on my block (Oh yeah)
Used to want that four-door (Huh?)
Now I want that drop (Skrrt-skrrt)
Yeah, now I do what I want (What?)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (What?)

[Post-Chorus]
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do)
Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do)
Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do)
Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do)
Now I do what I want (Lil Uzi)
[Verse 2]
Girl, you see me gettin' this money, woah, please don't front (Yeah)
Hunt & Fish Club where I'm eatin', woah, what's for lunch?
And them boys back home be talkin' but I won't get touched (I'm not scared)
Stay to myself how I survive, no one who I trust, yeah
No one who I trust (Yeah)
Who them niggas? No, they not with us (No)
All these girls, yeah, they ride with us (Yeah)
I don't pay 'em no mind because I just want the bucks, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Boy, I started on the bottom (Huh?)
Made my way to the top (What?)
Boy, I'm gon' keep winnin' (I am)
You know I cannot stop (I can't)
Remember I had a little (I did)
Turned that shit to a lot (I did)
Always been one hundred (I was)
Put that on my block (Oh yeah)
Used to want that four-door (Huh?)
Now I want that drop (Skrrt-skrrt)
Yeah, now I do what I want (What?)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (What?)69EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dark Queen[Intro]
Dear mama (Dear mom)
Love you mama (That's on gang)
And grandmama (1600 Block)
Slatt, slatt, slatt
(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)

[Chorus]
Dear mama
I don’t wanna sign off (No way)
Out here gettin' commas (Count up)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah, grinder, grinder)
She don’t want me locked up (Locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up, yeah)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah, okay)
All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah, okay)
I don't wanna sign off (Woah)

[Verse 1]
Mama love me so I can do no wrong (Wrong, do no wrong)
Mama in the trap so this her favorite song (Song, favorite song)
I'm gon' get them racks, lil' baby, they so long (Long, they so long)
Said I wasn't nothin’ but I came in strong (Strong)
You got the best advice but I won’t call (No way)
I know I'm grown so I do not need y’all (I got it)
And if I get locked up mom change the law (Oh yeah)
You fix everything, so that's what I thought (Thought)
When I was small, mama made me tall (Tall)
Even though I'm daddy's pup she still gon’ wipe my paws (My paws)
Don't care about this money, don't care about them cars (She don't, she don't)
Lose my mama, that's a problem you can't solve (Gang)
[Chorus]
Dear mama
I don't wanna sign off (No way)
Out here gettin' commas (Count up)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah, grinder, grinder)
She don't want me locked up (Locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up, yeah)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah, okay)
All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah, okay)
I don't wanna sign off (Woah)

[Verse 2]
Now I got the game in a headlock (Headlock, okay)
Never catch me lackin', run a red light (No lackin' shorty, skrrt)
Bitch, we talk in codes, we the real slimes (On foenem)
They tried to break my safe, I had a deadlock (Deadlock, slatt)
Mama used to bag in the day time (Day time, I say, cool)
Mama got that bag by the night time (Night time)
Was on 32nd Street, I was like eight then (I think Cumberland)
Moved to Francisville and met my real friends (Bah)
Mama said, "Stay down there 'fore you get hurt" (1600, hurt, I was)
That was way before I was Lil Uzi Vert (1600, Lil Uzi Vert)
Mama saw me in action, it could've got worse (1600)
I know that my mama, know I'm shootin' first

[Chorus]
Dear mama (Boo, bah)
I don't wanna sign off (No way)
Out here gettin' commas (Count up)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah, grinder, grinder)
She don't want me locked up (Locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up, yeah)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah, okay)
All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah, okay)
I don't wanna sign off (Woah)
[Outro]
Dear mama (Slatt, 1600 Block)
Love you mama (That's on gang, slatt)
And grandmama (1600 Block)48EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lo Mein[Chorus]
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

[Verse 1]
Said Rick Owens boot, they be knee-high, mane
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she asked for some racks, gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, mane
King of my city like Leon, mane
'Head of these niggas by eons, mane
She let me touch for the free-on, mane
So you know that's a must like Elon, mane
They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'
Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, mane
I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton
Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
Cartiers got diamonds all in the middle
Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, mane
Just know them shits, they all G.I., mane
Everybody got Rollies, that's two-time frames
I said my side girl tryna be my main
And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side
I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (Skrrt)
In this Rolls-Royce truck
Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah)
You can get what you want
Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo)
Rickity-racks that's all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks)
I'm turnt to the max, these lil' itty-bitty niggas know it's up
[Chorus]
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

[Post-Chorus]
I said it's up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me (Woah)
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Woah, I'm too litty
Yeah, bitch look like Chinese Kitty (Yeah)
1942 in my section, no Remy (Let's go)
Took JT out the city (Yeah)
I can make a ho get way too sticky
Yeah, way, way, way too sticky (Woah)
Hold up, don't you got a whole situation? (Damn)
Livin' my life, too risky (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
How you doin', Uzi? I'm doin' great
I pulled up in the foreign, let's race (Skrrt)
Yes, I stay with some money on me (Money)
Only thing in my pocket, big face (What?)
It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist
It's amazing to me how I spend all this money and I ain't even go in my safe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's amazing to me how these niggas don't know me but still find a way just to hate (Yeah, yeah)
It's amazing to me how back then she ain't want me but now she wanna go on a date (Yeah)
It's amazing to me how she ask for them racks, told that girl get the fuck out my face (Ha)
It's amazing to me how I'm eatin' so much and I still didn't gain no weight (Woah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

[Post-Chorus]
I said it's up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
What the f—
That shit smoking, what the—88EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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That’s a Rack[Intro]
Yeah (Oogie Mane, he killed it)
We tear it up, tear it up, tear it up
(I'm workin' on dying)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Let's go)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, rack)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack)
Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (Water)
Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Woah)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Fact, fact)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (A fact)
Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (A fuckin' fact)

[Verse 1]
Fendi knapsack, while I'm spittin' Fendi facts (Facts)
I don't want you back, you a thot, you a nat (A fuckin' nat)
Just like his bitch ass, that fuck nigga will get clapped (Will get clapped)
Put a pause on that, you still broke, you ain't back (Yeah)

[Chorus]
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack
[Verse 2]
I could never change, gotta stick to my routine
I'ma hit it once, then you know I gotta leave
Got addictive personality, I turned into a fiend
Okay, my money sky blue, but my new coupe is slime green
My boys whip work 'til the white turn all tan (Tan)
Saw a minivan followin' my brand new Lamb' (Lamb')
I had a F and an N in my hand (And an N)
All my bitches tens, no, I do not fuck no fans
I was checkin' my DMs, found out she was a man (No, no, no)
I can't DM, never, ever again (No)
Lucien on my vision, that's the only thing that's tran (Yeah)
Okay, okay, nigga, let's get it
Got your bitch on my top just like a fitted (Let's get it)
I don't want it no more, then I gotta clip it
Balmain jeans, on the front got the zipper
My ice game got cold, got sicker
I'm a Leo like lion, I'm Simba
Stand on my money, I'm tall like a center
June and July cold just like December
It's too low, then the car, I lift it
I know baby girl miss my drip, yeah
Girl, your breath stink, need a spearmint, many (Yeah)
You need to go and take a minute
But your ass fat, lemme go for the finish
Overseas, I'm eatin' croissants
Told a fuck nigga, "Don't touch my crumpet" (No)
She a lil' thot, can't wife no bird
Four years, I ain't touch no chick
[Chorus]
Whip back-to-back, back-to-back, back-to-back (Yeah)
Bentley, Hellcat, new Lambo and Maybach (Yeah)
I can't talk on the phone, think my shit is tapped (Hello?)
Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Wrap)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie)
Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (Lap)
Fendi knapsack, while I'm spittin' Fendi facts (Facts)

[Verse 3]
I don't want you back, you a thot, you a nat (Nat, nat)
Yes, that's them racks, that's them racks, that's them racks (Racks, racks)
Your jeans, they too fat, man, them shits, they relaxed
I got on Dior, and my skinnies, they all black
If we serve the sack, then we take that shit right back (Back, back)
650 for a hat, 6666 hundred for a jacket
Tried to hold me tight, but I didn't hug her back (No way)
'Cause she tried to snatch out my pocket with the racks (These racks)

[Chorus]
Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Let's go)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, rack)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack)
Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (Water)
Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Go)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, rack)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (That's a fact)
No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Facts)49EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Free Uzi[Intro]
Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?
Free Uzi, yeah
This an L beat

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I remember when that girl didn't need me
I didn’t have no money and I couldn't find out what's the reason (Why?)
Now that ho back on my team ’cause my neck wet like a squeegee (Woah)
We served them packs in the net, we get them racks like Serena, uh (Woo)
Yeah, the sun out so my boys gonna trap today
When you get money? Every day, like Saturday (Woo)
Nigga's lyin', yeah, he stuck with a cappin' face
Niggas rattin', they get hit with the MAC today (Woo)
This my I-don't-even-know-um-what-happened face
Grandma in the kitchen still singin' "Happy Days" (Yeah)
I just popped a G6, I'm in my happy place
She was trippin’, had to ask her, "What Perc’ you take?" (Let's go!)

[Chorus]
I can make your lil’ bitch just wanna percolate
Sex first then we can have a after-date (Yeah)
Gave me head 'til my shit, um, decapitate
Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Woah)
Make it rain in the club like a nasty day
Told 'em that I'm comin’, oh, no ejaculate
Pastry, pocket, boy, you not havin' cake
Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late
Bro just made his money back off a half a plate
Rollie cost me forty thousand, that's half the face
I remember when them niggas all laughed at me
Portfolios, now they all bring they apps to me
Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence
Wishes don't come true until you just practice it
Niggas broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it
Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it (Let's go)
[Verse 2]
I was steppin' on the beat, took a nap on it
If she shake her ass, you know I'm gon' slap on it
She was suckin' my dick right on her knees
Her mama bust in, she said, "Girl, what is happenin'?"
She said, "Baby, you know your dad a panther?"
She said, "Mama, I'm just doin' the Kaepernick"
Frito-Lay, yeah, you know that I'm stackin' chips
Got a tattooed face so you can't see my blasphemy
It's some niggas that really just wan' blast at me
But you know I got some niggas that blast for me
I'm not tall, but I ball like a athlete
Count my money, yeah, I turn to a mathlete
Had to get my business together (Yup)
I had three million in taxes (I did)
I got it all off on this level (Yup)
They said it's three million that's missin'
I ain't say nothin', I stayed level (Ooh)
Couple dolls on me, say, "Hey, yellow"
This that my-money-gon'-stay level (Ooh)
I don't give a fuck, I'ma stay rebel (Yup)
Backwood on me, bitch, you stay 'rello (What else?)
I got my metal so stay mellow
Got them boulders, my neck won't see a pebble (Uh)

[Chorus]
I can make your lil' bitch just wanna percolate
Sex first then we can have a after-date
Gave me head 'til my shit, um, decapitate
Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Woah)
Make it rain in the club like a nasty day
Told 'em that I'm comin', oh, no ejaculate
Pastry pocket, boy, you not havin' cake
Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late
Bro just made his money back off a half a plate
Rollie cost me forty thousand, that's half the face
I remember when them niggas all laughed at me
Portfolios, now they all bring they apps to me
Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence
Wishes don't come true until you just practice it
Niggas broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it
Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it
[Verse 3]
Foreign car, make your bitch wanna hop in it (Skrrt)
Don't know my name, but she start givin' top in it
Lil Uzi make these bitches wan' flock in it
Wonton, flood the block with some Wock' in it
They saw us comin' so they all just start hop the fence
Gang Wang, yeah, you know you get shot in it
Alexander Wang, bitch, I came from poverty
Got a plug, bring that shit right from Providence
Kill a opp, now my boys gonna hibernate
Sike, nah, they back on it the next day
The reason he died 'cause that boy gon' hesitate
Nigga, you started this shit, I'm just, "Let's play"
She suck on my dick 'til that bitch gon' regurgitate
She tellin' you that she never even heard of me
I can't trust none of these niggas, might turn on me
I'm still a millionaire, this shit not hurtin' me (Woah)
But it's hurtin' you (Yeah)
And I know the truth
I still watch Big Bang Theory, that's the nerd in me
I remember when your ass was just swervin' me
Please keep that same energy with the urgency
I'm liftin' these big ol' stacks like my name Hercules
Bulletproof on my tank, that's my insurgency
These old niggas wanna rob me like a burglary (Let's go)
[Chorus]
I can make your lil' bitch just wanna percolate
Sex first then we can have a after-date (Free Uzi)
Gave me head 'til my shit, um, decapitate
Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Free Uzi)
Make it rain in the club like a nasty day
Told 'em that I'm comin', oh, no ejaculate (Free Uzi)
Pastry, pocket, boy, you not havin' cake
Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late (Yeah)
Bro just made his money back off a half a plate
Rollie cost me forty thousand, that's half the face
I remember when them niggas all laughed at me
Portfolios, now they all bring they apps to me
Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence
Wishes don't come true until you just practice it
Niggas broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it
Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it

[Outro]
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SideLine Watching (Hold Up)[Intro]
(Zaytoven)

[Chorus]
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)

[Verse 1]
Pull up, I'm suited (Yeah)
And you know I got my toolie (My what?)
Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it (What?)
Heard you pull up, Mini Cooper (Yeah)
Told that lil' bitch that she stupid
Okay, these niggas can't move me (What?)
Okay, these bitches can't move me (Chee)
Those are not diamonds, they're rubies (Chee, chee)
Wait that's not rubies, that's glass (Damn)
Smack that bitch right on the ass (What?)
I know that she's scared to lose me (What?)
Yeah, my Polo be from Louis (Yeah)
Niggas act like they was rootin' (They was)
But they really be some goofies (They is)
If you don't like me then sue me (What?)
Yeah, my new girl got that booty (Yeah)
That my new girl up at Gucci
Yeah, what?
That my new girl up at Gucci (What?)
Yeah, what? (Chee)
Spend them bands all up at Gucci (Yeah)
Look at your chain who your jeweler? (What?)
You need to come to my jeweler (Come on)
I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah)
I put a stick on my Ruger (Bah)
In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah)
Just met her, act like I knew her (I do)
'Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)

[Verse 2]
Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah), yeah
Almost didn't make it but I made it through (Yeah, I made it through), yeah
Gettin' to the money, if you snooze, you lose (If you snooze, you lose), woah
You should see the way that they plot on you (Yeah, way that they plot on, what?), yeah
Wait, why they plot on me? (Damn)
'Cause they really know it ain't no stopping me (No stopping me)
Like, first I hit my dance then they flock to me (Flock, they flock, they flock)
Went and did it all night, girl, I gotta leave (Yeah), yeah
Pat your weave down 'fore you see your man
Oh no, now he all mad (Yeah), everything gon' hit the fan (Yeah)
I don't want that, um, again (Yeah), I don't want, want that again (Lil Uzi)
Even though that girl a 10 (What?), think we better off being friends (For real)
Sike, I'ma hit that again (Yeah)
I'ma lick that again (Yeah), I'ma split that again (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah), can't do what I can (No, Lil Uzi)
Think you're on, not at all (Yeah), 'cause you know I ball (Ayy, Lil Uzi)
Yeah (What?)
Boy, I heard you soft (Yeah)
I'ma cop it for the cost (Huh?)
Smoke the gas on my cloth
[Chorus]
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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444+222[Intro]
Okay, I'm ready

[Chorus]
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z (JAY-Z, slime)
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me

[Bridge]
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like, "Watch out"
Got it too lit like, "Pipe down"
No, I can't wait, need it right now
Get guap, I'm the one who she like now
Count it up from the morning to the night now
That's the reason that a nigga wanna fight now?
'Cause my diamonds shine like a lighthouse?
(That-That-That-That-That-That be Maaly Raw)
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like, "Watch out"
[Chorus]
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z (JAY-Z, slime)
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me

[Verse 1]
Woah, fuck your bitch, I'm bored
Rockstar, that's of course
White girl like Lorde
She don't really get too impressed, Honda Accord
'Long as she get her beauty rest, then I'm aboard (Lil Uzi)
Got that girl wet, she need three towels (Ayy)
Call my phone like every day on speed dial
Hundred thousand, new watch, got like three dials
I don't eat out, hit once, leave out (I don't)
Breathe in, breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Back it up, rack it up, told that bitch, "Back it up" (Back it up)
Thirty nails, hammer tucked (Buh)
So there's no way that you jamming us, ooh (No way)
[Chorus]
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z (JAY-Z)
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me (Chee)

[Verse 2]
Pull up, sauce (Skrrt), got the drip (Skrrt, skrrt)
Foreign broads (What?), like 'em mixed (Mixed, slime)
Bulldog (Dog), with a pit (Pit, slime)
Bulldog (Dog), with a grip (Grip)
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z (JAY-Z, slime)
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me
All these niggas, yeah, hate me (Why?)
Covered in that water, waist-deep (Water, woah)
Pull up in that Lamb', just me (Woah, skrrt, skrrt)
My niggas pullin' up, eight deep (What's up?)

[Chorus]
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast, slow down
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me
[Outro]
Pull up, walk in (Skrrt)
Everybody yell like, "Watch out" (Let's go)
Got it too lit like, "Pipe down" (Yeah)
No, I can't wait, need it right now (Huh?)
Get guap, I'm the one who she like now (Huh?)
Count it up from the morning to the night now (Yeah)
That's the reason that a nigga wanna fight now? (What? Huh?)
'Cause my diamonds shine like a lighthouse? (Let's go, huh?)
Pull up, walk in (Ayy, what?)
Everybody yell like, "Watch out" (Yeah, yeah)
Got it too lit like, "Pipe down" (Yeah, huh?)
No, I can't wait, need it right now (Ayy)
Get guap, I'm the one who she like now (Yeah, what?)
Count it up from the morning to the night now (Huh?)
That's the reason that a nigga wanna fight now? (Ayy)
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Silly Watch[Intro]
Yeah
Woo, woo (Let's go, Mario)
Woo, woo (Let's go)
Woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Blah)

[Verse 1]
Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butterscotch
Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot
Got my money, then I had to just flood the block (Yeah)
I'm the only one that fucked on that bitch
But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block
We got shooters that's gon' pull up and X your block (Blah)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
Makin' money like a nigga don't need to drop
One eye open, 'Luminati like Fetty Wap
Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock
Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
Gettin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stop
Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop?
She look good, but she wear Fashion Nova
Took her shoppin', put her right in some Vetements
Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York
But I took her right down right in LA
Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
Intersection probably where, um, the felons be
I'm on Rodeo, it ain't shit you could tell to me
And I'm on a boat, it ain't shit you could sell to me
[Chorus]
Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot

[Verse 2]
I was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lot
Highbridge, I was just right there on the block
What do they got in common with Uzi? (Yeah)
We get money and we fucked up just on your thots (Yeah)
Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot
I'm so lit, I could make your whole strip hot
Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rock
Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thot
Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top
This Chanel, no, I don't wear no Baccarat
Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat
Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock
I'm in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks
Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot
Seventeen-five for a t-shirt
He got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah
Gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs
I'm a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop
Hugh Hefner died, so I can't get bunny top
I can never die unless all my money stops
Fuckin' all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot
When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot
Countin' up my millions, you know it's up a lot (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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X[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Young Nudy & Young Thug]
(Yo, yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
(Metro)
I love you
I don't want you

[Chorus]
I don't know what's next, yeah
I don't want my ex, no
Break up with a text
I'm not tryna flex (What? What)
Girl, you know the rest (Bye-bye, ho)
Bitch, I write a check
Walkin' with a check (With a check)
Take off in a jet (I don't want my ex)
So I just never stress

[Verse 1]
I could never stress (Stress)
Yeah, my life's a mess (Pew, pew)
But I'm also blessed (Blessed)
My heart's in the junkyard 'cause it's wrecked
And today's not feeling like it used to
You got stuck up in that life that you was used to
If you got hurt, yeah, I got hurt, yeah, I got bruised too
That's the main reason why I had to choose you
If you got options I got options, baby, who you?
I got one that's on my line that look like new new
She got ass just like a zebra on a zoo too
So basically what I'm saying, I'm not scared to lose you
[Chorus]
I don't want my ex (Ayy)
Break up with a text
I'm not tryna flex (What? What?)
Girl you know the, rest (Bye-bye, ho)
Bitch, I write a check
Walkin' with a check
Take off in a jet
So I just never stress

[Verse 2]
Leonardo DiCaprio
Watch out, boys, I might bag your ho
Love so strong, that shit had me gone
Didn't care too, I was all alone (Vlone)
Swag on them by mistake
I cannot believe that I made this shit from a mixtape
Bitch, you know I'm flooded, then you know my momma wrist straight
Grandma don't like diamonds, she say "Make sure that my rent's paid," yeah
And I make sure that your rent's paid
Make you live your own life when you hung out with Lindsay
I don't want you never ever running in a frenzy
But that's just some shit that everybody's friends say

[Chorus]
I don't know what's next, yeah
I don't want my ex, no (I don't want her back)
Break up with a text
I'm not tryna flex (What? What?)
Girl you know the, rest (Bye-bye, ho)
Bitch, I write a check
Walkin' with a check (With a check)
Take off in a jet (I don't want my ex)
So I just never stress
[Outro]
Leonardo DiCaprio
Leonardo DiCaprio
Leonardo DiCaprio
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LUV SCARS K.o 1600[Intro]
Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it

[Chorus]
So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey)
So many different girls I got a load of 'em (Yeah)
Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some
Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love?
Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow)
Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh)
Flooded with them hundreds (Damn)
Flooded with them hundreds
What you thought it was?

[Verse 1]
And it's 1600 (1600)
Try to take my soul, my young niggas, they coming (Fire)
I remember when they said that I was nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't trust my brother, I can't trust my cousin (No)
No, let me take my time (Take your time)
I want every girl like I can't make my mind (No, can't make my mind)
I spent 80,000 just to flood the time (Time, blah)
I don't wear no Hanes, my T-shirt Saint Laurent (Yeah)
I just made a whole bag from like half of a show
I still got some boys sad, moving bags of the dope
Yeah, you know I got that cash, you'll get blast on the low
Just because you knew my dad don't mean that I play you close
[Chorus]
So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey)
So many different girls, I got a load of 'em (Yeah)
Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some
Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love?
Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow)
Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh)
Flooded with them hundreds (Damn)
Flooded with them hundreds
What you thought it was?

[Verse 2]
I've been by myself, so I'm not losing health (No way)
I don't need you niggas, look like you can't tell
Can't do nothing around you, 'cause we know you gon' tell
Niggas I grew up with got a five-star room in Hell
Wait, 'cause they not loyal (Bah)
Can't believe we grew up in the soil (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
Tell my niggas I got them with lawyers (Yeah)
Man, I wish I would knew, I would have warned you (Would've warned you)
Man, I wish I would knew, I would have warned you (Warned you)
They killed Ninety right there on the corner (Damn)
I miss Chico, I swear that's my brother (Damn, I love you)
Looking down on me right with his mother (Chee)

[Chorus]
So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey)
So many different girls, I got a load of 'em (Yeah)
Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some
Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love?
Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow)
Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh)
Flooded with them hundreds (Damn)
Flooded with them hundreds
What you thought it was?48EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Zoom[Intro]
Wheezy Beats

[Chorus]
No, I will not answer
Please do not do call my phone
Mr. Do-Not-Answer-Phone
Please don't girl, no, leave me 'lone
Double cup, it's styrofoam
Pull up, my car, it go vroom
This a coupe, no-no legroom
Pull up on your bitch like zoom

[Post-Chorus]
What, you thought that I wasn't gon' come through?
What you thought, I wasn't gon' get comfortable?
You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't you

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
I know what I can and what I can't do

[Pre-Chorus]
I know every time that I'ma come through
Yeah, I just turned to the big man
Big shoes, big hands, counting big bands
Big B on the back of my new pants
She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants"
Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry
I got all this money nowadays so I can't worry
Breathe in, breathe out, so a bitch can't ’sturb me
Size 29 my jeans but my clip is a .30
[Chorus]
No, I will not answer
Please do not do call my phone
Mr. Do-Not-Answer-Phone
Please don't girl, no, leave me 'lone
Double cup, it's styrofoam
Pull up, my car, it go vroom
This a coupe, no-no legroom
Pull up on your bitch like zoom

[Post-Chorus]
What, you thought that I wasn't gon' come through?
What you thought, I wasn't gon' get comfortable?
You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't you

[Bridge 2]
Ooh, I'ma get it, run it up, have no choice
I'ma sing 'til I got no voice
I don't fuck with you boys

[Pre-Chorus]
I know every time that I'ma come through
Yeah, I just turned to the big man
Big shoes, big hands, counting big bands
Big B on the back of my new pants
She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants"
Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry
I got all this money nowadays so I can't worry
Breathe in, breathe out, so a bitch can't ‘sturb me
Size 29 my jeans but my clip is a 30
[Chorus]
No, I will not answer
Please do not do call my phone
Mr. Do-Not-Answer-Phone
Please don't girl, no, leave me 'lone
Double cup, it's styrofoam
Pull up, my car, it go vroom
This a coupe, no-no legroom
Pull up on your bitch like zoom

[Post-Chorus]
What, you thought that I wasn't gon' come through?
What you thought, I wasn't gon' get comfortable?
You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't you41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Prices[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh
The best feelin' in the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, okay, yes
One, two (Alright)
One, two, three, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, you is a lie
Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh
You cannot come to this side, yeah
Gangster, but my jeans too tight (Tight, yeah)
I see my opps through the sight (Sight)
Hit that bitch once and then tell her good night (Bye-bye)
All white on my ice, look like rice (Rice)
Stacked up, then get right out the sight (Sight, uh)

[Chorus]
I just went up in my price (Price, uh)
I just went up in my price (Price, uh)
I just went up in my price (Price, uh)
I just went up in my price (Price, ayy)
I just went up in my price
Money, my bank account, this shit precise (Uh)
I just went up in my price (Uh)
I just went up in my price (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
I drive my whip like it stolen (Skrrt)
Yellow diamonds look like Homer (What?)
Heard that Rolls-Royce is your homie's (Dang)
So your whip, that is a loaner (Haha)
My money aroused like my boner
I fucked your bitch and did that off aroma (Yeah)
We whip it up, no bakin' soda
I turn a fuck nigga right to organ donor (Uh, damn)
Okay, I feel like I own her (Yeah)
That girl so smart that she walk for diploma (Woo)
Off-White, my G-Fazos, they MoMA
She give me head all the way 'til I'm in coma (Damn)
Ice is so cold, like pneumonia
I might hit that bitch with that Super Soaker (Soak)
I heard that boy gettin' bread
So we gon' heat his ass up with the toaster (Ah, yeah, woo)
Got a model (Model) with vitiligo (Woah)
She got a condo (Condo) out in Cabo
Got a side ho (Yeah) for my side ho (Let's go)
I get high the most, mix my highs with my lows (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, you is a lie
Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh
You cannot come to this side, yeah
Gangster, but my jeans too tight (Yeah)
I see my opps through the sight (Uh)
Hit that bitch once and then tell her good night (Yeah, yeah)
All white on my ice, look like rice
Stacked up, then get right out the sight (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I just went up in my price (Price)
I just went up in my price (Price, uh)
I just went up in my price (Ch-ching)
I just went up in my price (Price)
I just went up in my price
Money, my bank account, this shit precise (Uh, yeah)
I just went up in my price (Ayy)
I just went up in my price (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
I got the Glick with the lock (The Glick)
That lil' bitch still could go and pop (Go pop)
You keep flexin' with that drop (That drop)
Best believe you gon get dropped (Skrrt)
I get my looks from my mom (My mom, uh)
I get my swag from my pop (Drip)
You did not wanna do no time (Uh)
So you start talkin' to the cops (Hello?)
I skipped in that pussy, then hop (Yeah)
I heard that bitch, she was hot
Hickory, dickory, dock (Uh)
VVS all in my clock (My Rollie)
Get money like Anthony Hop
Silence the lamb and your ass'll get chopped (Dropped)
Clean up, his brain on aisle five
Somebody, please can they go get the mop? (The mop)
And I'm with my boys
So you know that the gang shit will not stop
You know that little bitch gon' look around
So if she let me fuck, then the shit is co-op
Yeah, I take more pills and she takin' more shots
Man, watch the way I had to drip on the block
Overseas on the jet, I had to slide
I went all way to Germany, back to Gera (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, you is a lie
Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh
You cannot come to this side, yeah
Gangster, but my jeans too tight (Yeah)
I see my opps through the sight (Uh)
Hit that bitch once and then tell her good night (Bye-bye)
All white on my ice, look like rice
Stacked up, then get right out the sight (Uh)

[Chorus]
I just went up in my price (My price, uh)
I just went up in my price (My price, uh)
I just went up in my price (My price, uh)
I just went up in my price (My price, ayy)
I just went up in my price
Money, my bank account, this shit precise (Uh, ayy)
I just went up in my price (My price, uh)
I just went up in my price (My price, ayy)

[Outro]
I just went up in my price (Yeah)
I just went up in my price
That's the way that um...
(Tell 'em who you is)
I just went up in my price, in my price
(Yo, it's Wan II)
(Come over here)
(You tell 'em too)
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Grab the Wheel[Verse 1]
I was broke
I was just at home
Now I'm on the road
Talking to Usher at The Grove (Yeah)
Rocking Balmains, these ain't Joe
When I'm in DC, they call me Moe
Always got the pedal to the floor
I got everything up in the store

[Chorus]
That's just coke up in her nose, that ain't no boogie (Yeah)
Looking at that girl, I really shouldn't (Huh?)
Looking at that girl just like I wouldn't (Like I wouldn't)
Looking at that girl, and then I took it (Yeah)
Grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab it like I'm Tuddie (Skrr)
Nowadays I'm getting money I don't worry (Yeah)
All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried (Huh?)
All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried (Yeah)

[Refrain]
Yeah, uh
I won't speak, yeah
Red bottoms my feet, yeah
My bitch on fleek, yeah
Lil Uzi a beast, yeah (Yeah)
No more (No)
I don't want to play no more (No no no)
I don't want no heartbreak no more (Yeah)
I don't want to wait no more (Yeah)
Ayy, rocking shows (Huh?)
I might get a lake house with a boat (Yeah, yeah)
I might rock all white just like the Pope (Like the Pope)
I might rock all white just like the stove (Like the stove)
[Chorus]
That's just coke up in her nose, that ain't no boogie
Looking at that girl, I really shouldn't
Looking at that girl just like I wouldn't
Looking at that girl, and then I took it
Grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab it like I'm Tuddie (Ayy)
Nowadays I'm getting money, I don't worry
All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried
All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried

[Refrain]
Yeah, uh
I won't speak, yeah
Red bottoms my feet, yeah
My bitch on fleek, yeah
Lil Uzi a beast, yeah
No more (Oh yeah)
I don't want to play no more (Oh yeah)
I don't want no heartbreak no more
I don't want to wait no more (Ooh, ooh)
Ayy, rocking shows (I was)
I might get a lake house with a boat (I was)
I might rock all white just like the Pope (I am)
I might rock all white just like the stove (I was)

[Verse 2]
I don't know
Look, I'm only twenty-one, I don't know
Yeah, I don't know
You niggas nothing that I know, yeah
I was broke (I was broke)
I was just at home (Just at home)
Now I'm on the road (On the road)
Talking to Usher at The Grove (Yeah)
Rocking Balmains, these ain't Joe (Yeah)
When I'm in DC, they call me Moe (Yeah)
Always got the pedal to the floor (Skrr skrr)
I got everything up in the store (Lil Uzi, yeah)
[Chorus]
That's just coke up in her nose, that ain't no boogie (Yeah)
Yeah, looking at that girl, I know shouldn't (Huh?)
Yeah, looking at that girl, I know I wouldn't (Skrr)
Yeah, looking at that girl, and then I took it (Yeah, my god)
Grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab it like I'm Tuddie (Skrr)
Nowadays I'm getting money I don't worry (Yeah)
All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried (Huh, no way)
All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
And I swear it is my time (Whoa, sorry)
Make her roll weed all the time, yeah
And I mix that lean, ayy, and that lemon lime (No)
And I swear I wouldn't sweat you that much if you wasn't fine (Today)
Woo, then I made you mine (Shouldn't)
You always think I'm lying (Wouldn't)
Yeah, I ain't got time for the lying (Took it)
Girl, give me some time, yeah
I can change your life, yeah

[Outro]
I shouldn't
I wouldn't
I took it
Yeah (Yeah)
Grab the wheel, grab the wh—, grab it like I'm Tu—
Nowadays I'm getting money I don't wo—
All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried
All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried, yeah20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Two®[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Kesha Lee]
GOAT (Yeah)
That's true
Yeah
Uzi, Uzi, not again
Uzi, wake your ass up

[Chorus]
And I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (Yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (Woah)
I ain't gon' lie (Chee)
I ain't gon' lie

[Bridge]
Lil Uzi Vert (Chee)
Lil Uzi Vert
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I just wanna let you know (Let you know)
I really, really wanna let you know
That I really don't give a fuck what nobody say about me (I don't)
'Cause you know, I'm the one (Yeah)
Yes, I'm the one that really started all this (GOAT, yeah)
And you know, I changed a lot of you niggas
In a matter of months, I raised a lot of you niggas (It's true)
[Verse 1]
They know I'm the one so it's no way they could stop it
Tried to run off with the swag, I put 'em in pocket (Yeah)
Told my main girl to stop it (Stop)
She saw me up in a picture, I thought they cropped it (Oh my God)
Damn, she think I popped it (Oh my God)
I will not give these bitches this dick, let them top it (Oh yeah)
Woah, we're ending that topic
In the industry with Dickies all on my Pac shit (Hey)

[Chorus]
And I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?)
I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?)
I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?)
I ain't gon' lie (Huh, what you got? Huh, what you got?)
I ain't gon' lie (What you got?)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, the famous life, it'll eat you up alive
It's a game, had to put my feelings to the side
(Put 'em to the side, ayy)
Yeah, the famous life, it'll eat you up alive
It's a game, had to put my feelings to the side

[Verse 2]
Time's up, I check my watch every hour
All of my diamonds, they blinding
I can't fuck her, she a minor (Ayy)
Time's up, I check my watch every hour
All of my diamonds, they blinding
I can't fuck her, she a minor
Look for your bitch, you can't find her
I was the one right behind her (Yeah, yeah)
Talking that shit, you get tied up
Don't got enough? Get your grind up
The reason I got all these bitches and got all these diamonds
I can't make my mind up (Chee)
Mind up, she gave me head, gave that mind up
[Chorus]
And I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?)
I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?)
I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?)
I ain't gon' lie (What you got?)
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POP[Intro]
Straight bars
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (I'm working on dying)

[Verse 1]
Got a bitch, yeah, she look so good
But on the real, she in denial
Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
Look like I'm standing in the Nile
If you really didn't get the last line
Then your level on the brain of a child
Pay attention, better do the right thing
Or your pussy ass still workin' at Sal's

[Chorus]
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip stock
So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got?
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip stock
So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got? (Yeah, let's go)
[Verse 2]
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash
I be runnin' out of gas
Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags
I don't really cop nothin' at the mall
First time at the mall, copped it all
Said, "A hundred thousand," so I dropped it all
And that wasn't my whole bankroll
Body roll, waist roll, waist roll
Make a bitch do what I say so
Waist trained, got a bitch, taste just like ice cream
Read her text, she said, "Girl, I scream"
Shot a nigga with a 17
Lil Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16
Got a million, no Christine
Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
Lil' nigga but I'm doin' big things
You ain't ever seen a nigga this clean
Pants cost two K, big jeans
And my shoes cost like sixteen
Hunnid, nigga, that's just what I bleed
Turned a dead nigga to a blunt of weed
And that last boy taste like Reggie
'Cause I just lit up Philly
[Chorus]
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Let's go, let's go)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Uh-huh)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Ew)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Multi bitches
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-grain on my granola bar
Got a multi, multi, bow tie when I rock my Dior
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-million dollar deals (Let's go)
I'ma keep it real
Armstrong, marathon when I'm on a bike like my name Mill (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
I can make her kneel, beggin' on her knees
Beggin' me please, so she can see the deal
I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her
Been alone from little boy so I don't need your opinion
I been gettin' money, nigga, I been gettin' plenty
I can fuck your bitch, make her bounce on a Bentley
I was on a Perky 30, she was on the Henny
Wait, she was fuckin' you, who? Your cousin Vinny?
That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie
Fuckin' that bitch and now she tryna spin me
No, and this is no Iovine, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy
Kill these niggas every day like they Kenny
If you want money, back Crawford like Cindy
And if you want more, then you better get near me
I flex on my haters, pull up, threw a fifty
Yo' bitch on my dick and her breath smellin' minty
I went to the store and got me some Vetements
Some Pradas, Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I spend it all on that lil' bitch
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I'm movin', I'm drippin', got sauce and I'm swaggin'
'Cause it easy with your bitch on me, no, you can't kiss me
[Chorus]
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)

[Outro]
Pop, pop
I'm working on dying
Drop, drop
What the fuck?
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Canadian Goose[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I said yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
What I say? (Lil Uzi), um, yeah, yeah, yeah
That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw (Yeah, uh, uh)

[Verse 1]
Woke up in the morning, brush my teeth, smack my bitch ass (Damn)
All I do is think about the cash (What?)
Yeah, what? Getting all this cash (Yeah)
Yeah, what? I'm two hundred on the dash (Ooh)
Yeah, Lil Uzi, ooh, I got hella groupies, ooh (What?)
Smokin' Backwoods, I don't fuck with doobies, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, cuff the double plus 'cause I'm rockin' Ksubis, yeah (Ooh, what?)
I fuck with my same hoes, I don't trust these newbies (Yeah)
990, that's the New B's, yeah (Ooh, facts)
Smoked the boy like he is a loosie, yeah (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
On the Xan', hear a noise, I load it up (I load it up)

[Chorus]
All these diamonds, ain't nobody cold as us (Bling, blaow)
Literally, I'm cold as fuck (Cold as what?)
Ayy, I need Canadian Goose, yeah (Huh?)
I need to get a Moncler, yeah (I do)
Diamonds so cold, need some soup, ayy (What?)
[Verse 2]
Driving around in a what? (Skrrt)
Saint Laurents all on my boots (Yeah, what?)
Saint Laurent all on my boo (Yeah)
Yeah, two thousand dollar a tooth (Ayy)
Lil Uzi, you is the truth (Ayy)
Lil Uzi, you is the truth, yeah (The truth)
If you think they took my chain, hey (Huh?)
Um, boy, you a fool, ayy (You're dumb)
I said, boy, you a fool, ayy
I just caught me a Mewtwo, ayy (Huh?)
Yeah, I just caught me a Mewtwo, ayy (I choose you)
Japanese girl stuck to me just like some glue, ayy (Yeah)

[Chorus]
All these diamonds, ain't nobody cold as us (Bling, blaow)
Literally, I'm cold as fuck (Cold as what?)
Ayy, I need Canadian Goose, yeah (Huh?)
I need to get a Moncler, yeah (I do)
Diamonds so cold, need some soup, yeah (What?)

[Verse 3]
Diamonds all on my teeth, so I barely can talk (I barely can talk)
Money all in my pockets, so I barely can walk
Yeah, (Ayy, ayy, ayy) diamonds, they shine in the dark (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She from LA, but she live in New York (What? Yeah)
But I ain't worried 'bout that (Worried 'bout that), ayy, yeah
Worried 'bout bustin' them traps (Bustin' them traps), yeah, ayy
Lil Uzi, yeah, you know I be smokin' that pack (Yeah), yeah
If she gon' leave, you know that she comin' right back (She comin' right back), yeah
In a Cadillac, do a drive-by with a MAC(Drive-by with a MAC), yeah
When I walk in, none of these hoes can relax, yeah
When I walk in, know that I move with the racks (Ayy, yeah)
When I walk in, know that I move with the racks, yeah
Came right in, put my city on my back (Ayy, yeah)
But I'm still so relaxed on a Xanax, yeah
I don't care what you did, don't love you less, yeah
But it's still Margiela all on my vest, yeah
Uh, water cross on my neck, yeah
I just flew to the A, yeah
I might go to MIA, yeah
I ain't talkin' paper planes, yeah (What?)
On the block with all my chains, yeah (Yeah)
Got the money and the fame (Yeah)
You a lame, that's a shame
[Chorus]
All these diamonds, ain't nobody cold as us (Bling, blaow)
Literally, I'm cold as fuck (Cold as what? Fuck, yeah)
Ayy, I need Canadian Goose, yeah (Huh?)
I need to get a Moncler, yeah (I do)
Diamonds so cold, need some soup (Yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (That be Maaly Raw)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, who?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, what?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, what?
Uh, yeah
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Sasuke[Chorus]
I can make her left-right when she shake her ass cheeks (Woah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Oh)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Uh)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke
This is not no Naruto, but I chop that like Sasuke
She keep tryna clean me up, but I just want that sloppy (It's lit)
Toppy, toppy (Beep), toppy (Beep, yeah), toppy (Beep)
On the opps' block, I'm the main fuckin' topic (Yeah)
Say you fucked my bitch, man, my latest is your top bitch (Check it out, bro)
Thought it was a chopper, but it only was a Glock switch (Bow, bow)
Glock switch, Glock switch (Brrt), Glock switch (Brrt), Glock switch (Brrt)
I just ran from 12 in Audi R8, this ain't stock shit (Skrrt)
I got so much blue, my pocket GS9, I'm on my hot shit (Yeah, woo)
Cancel all my shows so I just started on some stock shit (Money)
Watch this, watch this (Watch)
Watch this (Watch), watch this (Watch)
Baby, you ain't never drink no Wock', so you cannot diss (Wock')
I said I be in the trap, so I don't got to change my outfit (Trappin')
Man, we outchea, do the hit, then go in the house, bitch (Why?)
I can turn a thottie to a motherfuckin' house bitch (Thottie)
Sike, nah, I'm just playin', I just want to get the mouth, bitch (I'm just playin')
Come on now, just tell me, girl, if you're in or out, bitch (I'm just sayin')
You know I don't give no fucks, cut her off 'cause her outfit (Yeah, yeah)
I get my drip from that Chinatown (Woo)
I pulled up baby to chopstick (Chinatown)
You know that I'm good anywhere that I go
Like I pulled up with a compass (I'm good, babe)
I should've never started sippin' that drank again (What?)
That shit got me nauseous (What?)
Poppin' a Perky up right in my mouth
I'm fuckin' that bitch up like moshpits (Yeah)
All blue money, blue money, Benjamin, more
Stackin' my pocket up, hundreds (Stackin' up money)
Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy more
Gaultier on me, too baggy (Givenchy, Givenchy, let's go)
Get the words out the way, I gotta go
Runnin' the game like a track meet (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go on, lil' nigga, just get all your dough
I gotta keep this shit classy (Uh, classy)
[Chorus]
I can make her left-right when she shake her ass cheeks (Shake her ass)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah)
She's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah)
She's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
She's so nasty (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
You ain't like me (Like)
Then don't jack me, yeah (Then don't jack me)
Pull up, new coupe (Pull up, new coupe)
Fuck the back seat (Fuck the back seat)
I'm way in the front (The front, front)
You don't pass me (In the back, me)
Man, these niggas fake (Fake, these niggas fake)
Call them Jassie (Call them Jassie)
I don't envy (Envy)
I just get cheese (I just get cheese)
I don't envy (Envy, yeah)
I just get cheese (I just get cheese, money)
Don't do thirties (No thirties)
At least fifties (Don't do thirties, grrah)
I got big cheese (I got big cheese)
Yeah, frog-eye Bentley (Frog-eye Bentley, brr)
(Ayy, Brandon, man why you do that?)
Frog-eye Bentley (Yeah)
Frog-eye Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Frog-eye Bentley (Yeah)
Frog-eye Bentley (Yeah)
Brandon finessed on the beat, but I just did a city (Yeah)
I'm the only one in the army (The only one, yeah)
I had to just get them niggas off me (Get 'em off, yeah)
I ain't touch 'em, nigga, I used all feet (Yeah)
She just wanna suck it 'til her nose bleed (Suck it, suck it), yeah
She sat on my dick like she had no seat, yeah
She gon' suck it up like she got no teeth, yeah (Uh)
I'ma fuck it all like she got no feet (Fuck it all, fuck it all)
Yeah, niggas hatin', but they know that I am OD, yeah
Laughin' at them 'cause I'm richer than your OG (G, woo, yeah)
She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Suck it all, yeah)
She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Yeah, yeah)
She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Yeah)
She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Beep, beep, yeah)
She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Beep, beep, yeah)
She just wanna suck it 'til her nose bleed (Beep, yeah)
She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Yeah)
She just wanna suck it 'til her nose bleed (Brrat, yeah)
Yeah, Sasuke, Sasuke
Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke (Woah)
This is not no Naruto, but I chop that like Sasuke
Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke (Let's go, yeah)
[Chorus]
I can make her left-right when she shake her ass cheeks (Shake her ass)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah)
She's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah)
She's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
She's so nasty (Yeah)41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hi Roller[Intro]
That be Maaly Raw (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Wake up every day, know that I am blessed, yeah (Yeah)
Countin' up my cake, gettin' all them checks, yeah (What?)
Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just tryna flex, yeah (Skrrt)
Why you wanna hate? (Why?) You do it the best (Yeah)
I'm a high roller (What?), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Huh?), yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Drive it like I stole it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Double park it, bitch, you better not tow it (Don't touch my shit), yeah, yeah
Please show me, um, my opponent (Yeah)
I said please show me, um, my opponent, yeah, uh
I'm so young, I could fuck on your niece (Yeah)
Ooh, walk on your knees (Huh?)
Drive that car and that bitch ain't no lease (Skrrt)
Ooh, I am a beast (Yeah)
Look at my pockets, they so obese (Damn)
Yeah, they so obese (Hey)
I eat up and I just had a feast (Yeah, vroom)
Yeah, Yeezy my feet (Woo)
I put Louis V, Don C my wrists (Woo)
Ferragamo, that's all on my wrist (Woo)
I know that girl can really suck dick (Yeah)
'Cause she talk to me right with a lisp (Yeah)
I pour lean up, right, that's so crisp (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she suck like a tick (Yeah)
I got paper, nigga, and you know it (Huh)
I swear to God, I really can't miss (What)
I make hits, yeah, I really can't miss (What)
Even if I miss, that shit a hit (Yeah)
Stack my money then watch as it flip (Yeah)
Spend my money then do it again (Yeah)
[Refrain]
Yeah, woo, I swear, that girl, she a ten (Huh)
Yeah, keep her around, I swear, that girl, she a gem
Yeah, before I was on, yeah, fucked on the twins (Yeah)
Yeah, before I was on, yeah, fucked on the twins
Yeah, Raf Simons, Rick Owens, little Phillip Lim (Damn)
Yeah, she said she ain't want me so I fucked her friend (Yeah)
Yeah, open up my mouth, white diamonds when I grin (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I am not from this Earth like Invader Zim (What)
Yeah, nowadays, I am on, everybody kin (Yeah)
Yeah, walk around with my Barbie like I am Ken (Yeah)
Yeah, every day adventure time, feelin' like I'm Finn (Where's Jake?)
Yeah, I might just put some diamonds all on my wrist (Wow)
Yeah, every bitch in my face, don't give 'em kiss (What?)
Yeah, boy, you hate 'cause you can't live your life like this (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Wake up every day, know that I am blessed, yeah (Yeah)
Countin' up my cake, gettin' all them checks, yeah (What?)
Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just tryna flex, yeah (Skrrt)
Why you wanna hate? (Why?) You do it the best (Yeah)
I'm a high roller (What?), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Huh), yeah (Yeah)
[Refrain]
Yeah, woo, I swear that girl, she a ten (Huh?)
Yeah, keep her around (Ooh), I swear that girl she a gem (Yeah)
Yeah, before I was on, yeah, fucked on the twins (Yeah)
Yeah, before I was on, yeah, fucked on the twins
Yeah, Raf Simons, Rick Owens, little Phillip Lim (Damn)
Yeah, she said she ain't want me so I fucked her friend (Yeah)
Yeah, open up my mouth white diamonds when I grin (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, Goyard bag cost more than your rent (Yeah)
Yeah, Goyard wallet cost more than your Gucci (What?)
Yeah, put my baby girl in Pharrell Moncler, she bougie (Yeah)
Yeah, boy, I'm cool, everybody know you a shoobie (Yeah)
Yeah, nowadays I can't even go to the movies (Yeah)
Yeah, moodswing, moodswing, girl, you gon' lose me (Hi Maaly)
Yeah, moodswing, moodswing, girl, you gon' lose me (Yeah)
Yeah, same thing over and over, girl, you can't fool me (Yeah)
Yeah, same thing over and over, girl, you can't fool me (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Wake up every day, know that I am blessed, yeah (Yeah)
Countin' up my cake, gettin' all them checks, yeah (What?)
Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just tryna flex, yeah (Skrrt)
Why you wanna hate? (Why?) You do it the best (Yeah)
I'm a high roller (What), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah
You know I'm a high roller (Huh), yeah (Yeah)36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Seven Million[Intro: Future]
You see I'm drippin' in baguettes, hey
You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey
You see me drippin' doin' the flex, hey
(T-T-T-T-Trenchwerk)

[Chorus: Future]
You see me flexin' on your bitch, don't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' on your bitch, you can't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey
You see I'm flexin' on your bitch, hey
You see I'm flexin' VVSs, don't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' VVS, they can't forget about me
You know I'm flexin' on a bitch, hey
You know I'm flexin' on your clique
Say

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Girl, you're cool but you know, I could find a better you
Feelings ain't changed but you might need somethin' new
Yeah, might need a better dude
Louis Vuitton, the Gabbana, Prada, the better shoes

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
Put my pedal to the floor
Uh, yeah, make it roar
Pull up, skrrt, 'Ventador
Jump out, uh, lift my door
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
And that bitch kinda hard to handle
Chop it, flip it, move it out the bando
Pull up in a Bentley, foreign cars are random
Matter of fact, I probably want the Phantom, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
You see me flexin' on your bitch, don't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' on your bitch, you can't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey
You see I'm flexin' on your bitch, hey
You see I'm flexin' VVSs, don't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' VVS, they can't forget about me
You know I'm flexin' on a bitch, hey
You know I'm flexin' on your clique
Say

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
Put my pedal to the floor
Uh, yeah, make it roar
Pull up, skrrt, 'Ventador
Jump out, uh, lift my door

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Know I'm flexin' on your clique
Blink of a eye, know that I would take your bitch
I cannot lie, I cannot live life like this
'Cause if I lie then I know it is not real, yeah
You can't forget
Baby, please, don't forget about me
Yeah, she saw my Rollie won't forget about me
Addicted to my flexin', now can't live without me
[Chorus: Future]
You see me flexin' on your bitch, don't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' on your bitch, you can't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey
You see I'm flexin' on your bitch, hey
You see I'm flexin' VVSs, don't forget about me
You see I'm drippin' VVS, they can't forget about me
You know I'm flexin' on a bitch, hey
You know I'm flexin' on your clique
Say

[Outro: Future]
You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey
You see I'm drippin' them baguettes, hey
You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey
You see I'm drippin' them baguettes, hey20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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For Real[Intro]
Damn, DJ Plugg, you just kill—
Bobby Kritical

[Verse 1]
For real, for real, for real, yeah
Sleep on 'em, that's Tempur-Pedic
Get the green like it's kale, pockets, they fat just like Kenan
Told her I love her, ain't mean it (What?), that's because her head the meanest (What?)
You heard that I am from Mars, I heard that you was from Venus (Okay)
I met that bitch in a meeting (Ooh), I fucked that bitch from the meeting (Ooh)
I been was planning to leave her (Ooh), so I just left it to Jesus
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, Lil Vert, like Gerald (Damn)
Told that girl to cheer up, fucking that girl 'til she tear up
Heard you fucked her, she embarrassed
Heard your whip Gary Barbara (Eww)
Wait, for real? For real? For real?
Diamonds, they wet like a seal, diamonds wet like Navy Seal
Heard you drink lean, crack the seal, everybody know, it ain't real

[Chorus]
You know I kept it for real, walk around with it for real
You wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real
All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's
Yeah, that's for real, for real, for real
You know I kept it for real, walk around with it for real
You wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real
All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's
Yeah, that's for real, for real, for real
[Verse 2]
Won't say no names, but my niggas, they pulled up
You niggas talk too much, get your mouth sewed up (Yeah)
Look at my chain, throwing salt 'cause it's snowing
Vivienne West but my fur lookin' polar
My Gosha from Dover, I drive in the Rover
Homie don't know me, don't get in my moment
All that sneak dissing, don't think that I ain't noticed
I lift my door and I forgot to close it
Boy, better keep it sealed (Huh), fuck around, get killed (Yeah)
Fuck around, get drilled, cut your hands if you steal (Damn)
Whip it up like a meal, I just made me a mil' (Yup)
Money jumping out my pocket, tucking bands in my belt
Stop calling my phone, leave me alone
I'm on TV with the VVs so I 3-D'd my stones, yeah
We really don't get along, she anemic, I'm more chill
Had to keep this shit for real, all the way to the beat build, yeah

[Chorus]
You know I kept it for real, walk around with it for real
You wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real
All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's
Yeah, that's for real, for real, for real
You know I kept it for real, walk around with it for real
You wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real
All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's
Yeah, that's for real, for real, for real
[Outro]
My diamonds real
For real, for real, for real35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Homecoming[Chorus]
I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki
And I fuck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky
And she not too choosy, but sometimes she bougie
I play with her kitty until it get sticky
I'm movin' the bitch just like an alien
Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli
See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman
Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans (What?)
Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge
Leave you slime like a snail, you get hit with these slugs
I say how I feel and I do what I want
And not just because it is what it was
I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got no Lugz
Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud
I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug
I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug

[Verse 1]
If you talkin' 'bout the work, nigga, just hide that, supply that
Stuff a hundred rounds in the compact, contact
I probably fucked the bitch from your hometown projects
Opened up her mouth, put my dick all inside that
She don't get high, but she geeked off the contact
That's why I'll never, ever, ever keep in contact (Yeah)
Just closed case, so a nigga can't find that, baby, where your mind at?
Come here, girl, sign that, matter fact, oh, never mind then
Front door, find that after the climax
And she screamin' my name every time we behind it
When I heard the door, get up, baby, where my nine at?
Water on my neck, 3D like it's IMAX (Water)
Diamonds turned a bird to a goddamn blind bat
Ass so fat that I got to hit beside that
Heard a nigga put his Lamb' trucks on finance (Finance)
Woah (No, no, no), y'all niggas insane
No, we're not the same, I'm more like a big body (Skrrt), you like a Range
These niggas, they frauds, they repping my gang (Vroom)
Like, what's up with that? (No, for real)
I just pulled up Maybach, yeah, and that shit all matte black, yeah
[Chorus]
I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki
And I fuck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky
And she not too choosy, but sometimes she bougie
I play with her kitty until it get sticky
I'm movin' the bitch just like an alien
Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli
See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman
Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans (What?)
Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge
Leave you slime like a snail, you get hit with these slugs
I say how I feel and I do what I want
And not just because it is what it was
I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got no Lugz
Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud
I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug
I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug

[Interlude]
(Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Drip so hard), it's Lil Uzi Vert
Uh, woah (Made it rain in this bitch), it's Lil Uzi Vert
I got on my Chrome Hearts (Yeah, yeah)
One, two, three, let's go (It's Lil Uzi Vert)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ever since Clifford, yeah, Uzi been the big dog
Drippin' in this Ragu, you know I got the big sauce
Every outfit, yeah, I gotta get the pic' off
Said I know, I know you gon' return to the big boss
Ran this shit back like a motherfuckin' kickoff
(I just ran this shit back like a motherfuckin' kickoff)
Forty-five-hundred for some Margiela kick-offs
Got the yellow diamond Patek on my wrist, too pissed off
Laughin' to the bank, it's funny (Ha-ha)
Go get you some, go get your own money
Hold on, I got you with some loan money
No, matter fact, you ain't help me when I had no money
Three-hundred thousand, yeah, that's your money
Twenty more million, that's tour money
If you fuck me good, that's your money (Woah)
[Chorus]
I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki
And I fuck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky
And she not too choosy but sometimes she bougie
I play with her kitty until it get sticky
I'm movin' the bitch just like an alien
Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli
See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman
Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans
Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge
Leave you slime like a snail, you get hit with these slugs
I say how I feel and I do what I want
And not just because it is what it was
I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got no Lugz
Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud
I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug
I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug

[Outro]
I just bought the Maybach, yeah
And that shit all matte black, yeah (All matte black)
I just bought the Maybach, yeah
And that shit all matte black, yeah
And that shit all matte black, yeah
Wait, what the fu—
Why am I strapped in?
Wait, I just gotta hit this button, I'm—
I'm out29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Sorry[Intro]
You keep calling me like I really wanna be messin' with, like— (Sorry if my words messed up your head)
I done told you I was sorry, I don't always mean it, but I said it just to shut you up 'cause you trippin'
Damn (You think that you're better off dead), Lil Uzi Vert, yeah

[Chorus]
And I'm sorry for everything I ever said, yeah
I'm sorry if you were misled, yeah
And I'm sorry if my words messed with your head, yeah
You think that you're better off dead, yeah (Woah)
She caught me acting all sad, damn
Everything bad, damn
That's why you can't fuck with fans, damn
This not in the plan, damn
I am so high I can't land now
So I'm basically sent by the man now
I'ma just do what I can now
From my existence, this girl is banned now

[Verse 1]
Told that girl I won't be in no jam now
Ain't no way you can, um, have my baby (Have my baby)
Told that girl that she acting too crazy (What?)
She want me 'cause I'm driving Mercedes (Skrrt)
Well, it's Maybach, so this is too different (Vyoom)
She like the way that my rims be sitting (Yeah)
She like the way my bass, it be hitting (Let's go)
She looked at me, her lips she keep licking
I had to ice out my Rollie (Woah)
I drive my whip like it's stolen (Like it's stolen)
She thought I was gon' say "Get in"
But everything in life is written (Woah)
My Balmain jeans barely fitting
She do anything just to fit in
Oh my gosh, she start to lickin'
I like to play with her kitten
My boys just came home
It is no reason to risk him
I'm the one that get the stick in (Bow)
Say my diamonds too big can't get wrist in (Yeah)
You don't hear me, better listen
Stand on my money, I'm tall as Pippen (Yeah)
I'm sorry I'm tryna pitch in (What?)
I'm so sorry that I'm tryna fix him (What?)
[Chorus]
And I'm sorry for everything I ever said, yeah
I'm sorry if you were misled, yeah
And I'm sorry if my words messed with your head, yeah
You think that you're better off dead, yeah (Woah)
She caught me acting all sad, damn
Everything bad, damn
That's why you can't fuck with fans, damn
This not in the plan, damn
I am so high I can't land now
So I'm basically sent by the man now (Let's go)
I'ma just do what I can now
From my existence, this girl is banned now (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
You is too bad for my brain, you is too bad for my memory (Bad for my memory)
But I love when you give brain, I swear that's my only memory (My only memory)
Everything that you say I did, but I swear not a sin in me (It's not a sin in me)
Every time that you went out, you always linked up with a frenemy (Wait, what?)
Girl, I saw you with the opps, you is not family, no kin to me (Damn)
I swear that shit, it need to stop, I am too numb, it ain't killing me (No)
Matter of fact, you can do what you want (You want)
Okay, shut up, are you done? (Be quiet)
I'm not falling for that, I'm not dumb (No)
You the one, I'm not the one that's sprung (Yeah)
You the one, I'm not the one that's up (Yeah)
Drowning all my sorrows up in rum (Rum)
I'ma count this money with my thumb (Thumb)
I can make that girl cry 'til she cum (Cum)
I remember she said I was nothing, yeah
Now she's bussing, yeah (Yeah)
My life faulty, yeah
I'm unlucky, yeah
[Chorus]
And I'm sorry for everything I ever said, yeah
I'm sorry if you were misled, yeah
And I'm sorry if my words messed with your head, yeah
You think that you're better off dead, yeah (Woah)
She caught me acting all sad, damn
Everything bad, damn
That's why you can't fuck with fans, damn (Woah)
This not in the plan, damn
I am so high I can't land now
So I'm basically sent by the man now (By the man)
I'ma just do what I can now
From my existence, this girl is banned now

[Outro]
She is banned, damn
She is banned, damn
She is banned, damn
Don't call my phone at all
No, for real, for real
Don't call me no more, like for real21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Feelings Mutual[Intro]
And I want you to know something very important before I even start this song
Something very important before I even start this song
I can't feel no more (Feel), no
I can't feel no more (Feel)
I told myself that I wasn't gonna pop no pills no more, no
I can't feel no more (Feel)
I can't

[Chorus]
I can't feel, no
I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah)
I can't feel, my body's numb
Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah)
I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?)
Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth)
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee)
Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee)
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, ooh
Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah)
I took you out of those fur boots

[Verse 1]
Back then I saw no one but you
Gave you my racks and I splurged too
Calling my phone and I curved you (Yeah)
Hope this song really don't hurt you
AP froze (What?), time so slow, yeah, hit reverse (Yeah)
Margiela all on my coat (Coat)
Got buttons, but leaving it open (Open)
So they can all see my shirt (My shirt), Rick Owens all on my shirt (My shirt)
I can't believe I made it out the dirt
That was back then when my pockets was hurtin'
Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin'
Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse
Louis scarf, on me it look like a curtain (Yeah)
My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse
They keep on talkin' (Why?)
They keep on talkin' (They hatin')
All these girls up in the club, why you lookin' at Vert? (Why?)
I am not worried because when my niggas come, they gonna need a white curtain (Yeah)
Your boyfriend hate my Bad and Boujee verse
She gave me head so I called her a nerd
[Chorus]
I can't feel, no
I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah)
I can't feel, my body's numb
Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah)
I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?)
Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth)
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee)
Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee)
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, ooh
Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah)
I took you out of those fur boots

[Verse 2]
I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now
No, I do not need nobody now (No)
No, I do not need nobody now (No)
No, girl, don't make a sound
You don't wan' argue 'bout body count (No)
You don't wan' talk about body count
You don't wan' talk about body count
What is all this fighting all about?
It's still bodies that I'm finding out (Yeah)
It's still bodies I don't know about (Huh?)
So many bodies like a murder trial
Used to say that it's word of mouth
But I love you so you're bondin' out
But I love you so you're bondin' out (Yeah)
Grandma and Mom love you now
I'm so high, I ain't comin' down (Oh, talk to 'em)
I'm so high, I ain't comin' down
I'm so high, I ain't comin' down
Hate me then, but they love me now (Yeah, talk to 'em)
Love me then, but they hate me now
It don't matter, got the paper now
I'm so numb
[Chorus]
I can't feel, no
I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah)
I can't feel, my body's numb
Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah)
I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?)
Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth)
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee)
Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee)
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, ooh
Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah)
I took you out of those fur boots

[Outro]
I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now
No, I do not need nobody now (No)
No, I do not need nobody now (No)
I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now
No, I do not need nobody now (No)
No, I do not need nobody now (No)
I can't feel33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Super Saiyan[Verse 1]
Have you ever made a million dollars with your talent? (Have you?)
Have you ever fucked a bitch, ass so fat, lose your balance? (Have you?)
All these bitches washed up, all they pussy got that mileage (Ew)
I been getting money, on the Lambo, put that mileage (Damn)
My jewelry on gleam, yeah
Your bitch on my team, yeah (Ooh)
Put my dick all in her, yeah (Ooh)
Your bitch gonna cream, yeah (Ooh)
Your girl give me head, yeah
Kinda like oil sheen, yeah
This bitch, she is upset
Said my dick game mean, yeah (What?)

[Chorus]
Don't try me, yeah
Clip-on limousine, yeah
Drinkin' lean, yeah
Promethazine, yeah
In a dream, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout codeine, yeah (Codeine?)
Chop it like I'm in the matrix
Ayy, Balmain pocket, extra cake in (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, that bitch, she said that she waitin' (Yeah)
Ayy, Lil Uzi go Super Saiyan
Ayy, that bitch, she told me she taken (Yeah)
Ayy, I still fuck her and she take it (What?)
Ayy, most of these bitches be triflin' (Yeah)
Ayy, none of these bitches I'm wifin' (No)
Ayy, my main bitch, I swear she dykin' (No)
Ayy, most of these bitches, one night 'em (Skrt)
Ayy, hit that bitch like I'm a Viking (Ooh)
Ayy, drinking that purple like Viking (Ooh)
Ayy, one, two, three, four, five, I pint it (Ooh)
Ayy, fuck with that chasers, dirt bike it (Ooh)
Ayy, readin' her mind like I'm psychic (Ooh)
Ayy, I am a Leo like lion (Ooh)
Ayy, better than me then he lyin' (Yeah)
Ayy, money older than Joe Biden (Ooh)
Ayy, swervin' around in a Rover (Damn)
Ayy, that bitch, it came with a chauffeur (Damn)
Ayy, my .45 don't got no holster (Damn)
Ayy, don't got that gun then I poke you (Yeah)
Ayy, my chain so tight like a choker (What?)
Ayy, dick in her throat, now it choke her (Damn)
Ayy, I am so crazy like Joker (What?)
Ayy, my brother whippin' that soda (What?)
Ayy, tell that bitch I got that boat (I do)
Ayy, she say that pussy like motor (Damn)
Ayy, I might give that titty motor (Motorboat)
Ayy, told that bitch "Drink a mimosa" (Yeah)
Ayy, I do not feel like Barbosa (Woo)
Ayy, I ball like I am Barbosa (Swish)
Ayy, I feel like I'm Danny Glover (Yeah)
Ayy, no, I really do not love her (No I don't, no I don't)
Ayy, them niggas over there suckers (Suckers)
Ayy, most of them niggas be busters (They busters)
Ayy, my Glock 10, it'll just bust ya (Yeah)
Ayy, she treat my dick like a sucker (Damn)
Ayy, I might just knuck if you buck ya (Buck)
Ayy, if you survive then you lucky (You lucky)
Ayy, pockets, they gettin' so pudgy
Ayy, everything about the money (Yeah)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Don't try me, yeah
Clip-on limousine, yeah
Drinkin' lean, yeah
Promethazine, yeah
In a dream, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout codeine, yeah
Chop it like I'm in the matrix
Ayy, Balmain pocket, extra cake in
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Lotus[Intro: Matt OX]
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
(I'm working on dying)

[Verse 1]
Bro got the 9, I got the 4 tucked (4 tucked)
Niggas wanna keep talkin', they gotta show us (Gotta show us)
Pull up in a Rolls same color as pour-up (Woah)
Told her bend right over, do the toe-touch (Lean)

[Pre-Chorus]
Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (Skrrt)
I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus (Vroom)
I see my opps again, I gotta load up
I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Oh no, no, no, not you again
Baby girl, yeah, you a ten
On the real, yeah, you a ten
But you cannot pay your rent
Got her rubbin' on my skin
Sing to her like Boyz II Men
Tired of her, give her to my friend
Then I proceed to her twin (Okay)
[Verse 2]
This a UZI, not a MAC, I got no pin
I bet you couldn't tell the difference and that girl a gem (A gem)
Gucci pants come out the Gucci store, come with a hem (Hem)
My pants, they so tight, don't know if they for her or him (Him)
Niggas want my style, I got some swag that you can lend (Lend)
Balenciaga with the Prada, still rock Phillip Lim (Uh)
Louis bandana tied around my chin (Damn)
Gosha socks, them bitches pulled up all the way to my shin (Damn)
Yes, I'm off a 30, psych, nah, I just took three 10s
We rock spinners, we rock spinners on my rims (Uh)
You sucker niggas do anything cause y'all wanna win (Uh)
Oh, no, no, I won't fold, I won't bend

[Pre-Chorus]
Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (Skrrt)
I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus (Vroom)
I see my opps again, I gotta load up
I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Oh no, no, no, not you again
Baby girl, yeah, you a ten
On the real, yeah, you a ten
But you cannot pay your rent
Got her rubbin' on my skin
Sing to her like Boyz II Men
Tired of her, give her to my friend
Then I proceed to her twin (Lil Uzi)
[Verse 3]
No, I don't drink lean, but pour that four up (Four up)
I get so high that I might throw up (Ayy, ayy)
They keep judging me, but I'm like so what? (What, so?)
Yeah, let's get geeked, girl, let's load up (Ayy)
I bet these niggas never thought I'd blow up (Ayy)
Yeah, so much check but I get more bucks (Woah)
That nigga mad because his bitch still chose us (Chose us)
I got her tweakin' on the six, she goin' nuts (Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb)
Yeah, she goin' nuts (Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb, go dumb, go dumb)
She said "How the diamonds on your neck so polar?" (Ooh, ooh)
Baby, my ice on my neck can't get no colder (Burr)
And I'm from outer space, top of my Wraith so solar (Burr)

[Pre-Chorus]
Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (What?)
I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus
I see my opps again, I gotta load up (Fire)
I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Oh no, no, no, not you again
Baby girl, yeah, you a ten
On the real, yeah, you a ten
But you cannot pay your rent (No, no)
Got her rubbin' on my skin
Sing to her like Boyz II Men (Yeah, yeah)
Tired of her, give her to my friend
Then I proceed to her twin26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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UnFazed[Intro: The Weeknd]
Uh, yeah

[Chorus: The Weeknd, Lil Uzi Vert & NAV]
I'm unfazed (Woah), I'm unfazed (Woah)
I'm unfazed (Woah), I'm unfazed (Woah)
I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Woah, yeah, woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed (Oh, yeah), I'm unfazed (Oh, woah, yeah)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd & Lil Uzi Vert]
Turn that girl into a bad bitch
Turn that girl into a savage
And you might think she's outstandin'
Make that girl go through practice
Take three Xannies like a hat trick
Take another pill for that magic
These models 'bout to get ratchet (Ooh yeah)
These models 'bout to get ratchet
Give a fuck about what a source say
Don't attach me to your name
A-all they wanted was more fame
All they wanted was more fame
And you were always a distraction
It was never gonna last, and they will always be the past
And they just tryna get reactions from me (Woah)
[Chorus: The Weeknd, Lil Uzi Vert & NAV]
I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Oh, oh)
I'm unfazed (Oh, oh), I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed (Oh, oh)
I'm unfazed (Oh, oh), I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I make it rain, you can have it (Woah)
I make it disappear like magic (Woah)
I, I met that girl right at Magic
Left with her and a big back-end
She slippery, losin' traction
You keep listenin' to your mad friends
Your last old enough be my dad's friend
So that guy to me he a has-been
I took his girl, yeah that's Bogart (Woah)
I fuck that girl like a pornstar (Woah)
Yeah, it's Starboy and a born star
Pull up every which way in foreign cars (Woah, skrrt, vroom)
Man, these broads so fake (So fake)
Mistakes, time to part ways
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you can keep it (You can keep it)
You say you're real, what's the meanin'? (What's the meanin'?)
Countin' Washingtons, this Gilbert Arenas (That's Arenas)
Hit it twice to let her know I really mean it (I really mean it, woah, woah)
[Chorus: The Weeknd, Lil Uzi Vert & NAV]
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Oh, oh)
I'm unfazed (Oh, oh), I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah)
I'm unfazed (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Oh, oh)
I'm unfazed (Oh, oh), I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed (Woo)31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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How to Talk[Intro: DreamDoll]
And you didn't come here for me, let's talk about it
'Cause if you would have came here for me, that would've been planned
You would've put me on
You ain't say, "Oh I'm coming this day, I'm coming that"
You sit here and you tell me one thing and you always do another
'Cause, cause let me know, let me... let me tell you why
'Cause you're not a man of your word
That's - that's the reason why. So let's talk about it
Oh, you come here for nothing
No, you came here for what?
Whatever you came here for
So, whatever
You have no type of communication at all
So get up out my comments

[Chorus]
Talk to me nice (Skrrt)
Talk to me nice (Whatever)
Talk to me nice (Mhm)
Know I'm gon' ball yeah
No way I could fall, yeah (What?)
They predicted next fall yeah (What?)
Look at them, like, "Aw yeah" (No way)
Talk to me (Whoo)
Talk to me nice (Lil Uzi)
Talk to me nice (Uh-huh)
Talk to me nice (Come on)
Or don't talk to me at all, yeah (Nope)
On the way, one call yeah (Yeah)
Count it up and it's all there (Yeah)
Water hittin' look like small tears (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Told her talk to me nice (Talk to me)
Talk to me nice (Woo)
I say it once (Mm), I won't say it twice (Twice)
Okay might say it twice (Ooh), because I'm kinda high (Ooh)
Even though I'm so evil (Uh), I still look at the sky
And I ask why
Why I treat her like my dog, yeah
We supposed to be all here (Aw, yuh)
She got different color long hair
Pull up coupe, two small chairs (Skrrt)
Took that girl right in the club (Yuh)
Felt the booty and it's all there
So smooth so its all nair
Heard she talk to a ball player (What?), It's cool
Heard she talk to a ball player, but you know I keep it all player
And I heard he ain't a star player
I'm not worried, I'm a heartbreaker
I'm in outer space, on Mars faded
I'm not tryna make it R-rated (Yuh)
But my niggas look like Darth Vader (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy)
Ohh, ohh

[Chorus]
Talk to me nice (Skrrt)
Talk to me nice (Whatever)
Talk to me nice (Mhm)
Know I'm gon' ball yeah
No way I could fall, yeah (What?)
They predicted next fall yeah (What?)
Look at them, like, "Aw yeah" (No way)
Talk to me (Woo)
Talk to me nice (Lil Uzi)
Talk to me nice (Uh-huh)
Talk to me nice (Come on)
Or don't talk to me at all, yeah (Nope)
On the way, one call yeah (Yeah)
Count it up and it's all there (Yeah)
Water hittin' look like small tears (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I was in a dream (Whoo)
Yeah I used to dream (Yup)
I was all a dream (Duh)
Now I'm in reality, don't need those
Fantasy, what I see, sleep when I'm woke (Yuh)
Real ones can't die (Lil Uzi), only multiply (Yup)
I know something it ain't right (Ooh), how you put me to the side? (Gee)
When I called your phone, yeah, you said I was lyin' (Lyin'?)
How am I lyin'? (What) I just pulled up to my show (Yuh)
I'm still on the grind
Heard you got a chauffeur (Heard dat, woo)
(Lil' Uzi, Lil' Uzi, Lil' Uzi, Lil' Uzi)
Talk to me nice, (I heard that) talk to me nice (Ya heard)
Heard she a Doll when she mad, why I flood her all in ice (Skrrt)
Ride it like a bike, bust me like a Sprite
Load up the jet for New York tonight

[Chorus]
Talk to me nice (Skrrt)
Talk to me nice (Whatever)
Talk to me nice (Mhm)
Know I'm gon' ball yeah
No way I could fall, yeah (What?)
They predicted next fall yeah (What?)
Look at them, like, "Aw yeah" (No way)
Talk to me (Whoo)
Talk to me nice (Lil Uzi)
Talk to me nice (Uh-huh)
Talk to me nice (Come on)
Or don't talk to me at all, yeah (Nope)
On the way, one call yeah (Yeah)
Count it up and it's all there (Yeah)
Water hittin' look like small tears (Yeah)
[Outro]
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Moon Relate[Intro]
Pain, I done got numb from the pain (Yeah)
All of these girls is the same
Who is the one to blame?
Nowadays it's not the same
I flood my wrist out today
I hit your girl in my Wraith
I hit your girl in my Wraith
In a spaceship, outer—
Pain, I done got numb from the pain (Yeah)
All of these girls is the same
Who is the one to blame?
Nowadays it's not the same
I flood my wrist out today
I hit your girl in my Wraith
I hit your girl in my Wraith
In a spaceship, outer—

[Verse 1]
Super geeked up, walking on a tightrope (Yeah)
She think she in love, but just want my dough (Huh?)
I'm numb from the pain, all these girls are psycho (Yeah)
Drivin' in the Lam', swervin' 'round the potholes (Huh?)
Know I got my gun everywhere that I go (Yeah)
Tatted up my face, I look like a psycho (Ayy)
She think she in love, but just want my dough (Huh?)
I'm numb from the pain, all these girls are psycho (Cry)
Rockin' my suit like a mobster, rockin' my suit like a model (Yeah)
None of these girls are my problem, none of these girls are my problem (Slatt)
Call that girl, suck, chew, and swallow, call that girl, suck, chew, and swallow (Blatt)
Numb to the pain 'cause I'm honest, only worried 'bout the dollar, yeah
[Chorus]
Pain, I done got numb from the pain (Yeah)
All of these girls is the same
Who is the one to blame? (Huh?)
Nowadays it's not the same
I flood my wrist out today (Blaow)
I hit your girl in my Wraith (Vroom)
I hit your girl in my Wraith (Vroom)
In a spaceship, outer space (Phew)
Geekin' on Mars yesterday
Now I'm on Pluto today (Huh?)
I look the moon in its face (Yeah)
I look the moon in its face (Yeah)
Me and the moon relate
Me and the moon relate (Yeah)
Me and the moon relate (Huh?)
Me and the moon relate

[Verse 2]
I gotta stack up my cake
Gettin' them chips like it's Lay's (Lay's)
Man, my dough nuts like it's glazed (What?)
Man, my dough nuts like it's glazed (Yeah)
You know she told me you lame
Me and you, boy, not the same (Lame)
Don't give a fuck what you bang
1600 what I claim (Bow)
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot
My niggas, they bring the pain
Nowadays, these niggas do anything just for the fame (What?)
You got a stick, I got a chopper, these bitches don't hit the same (Bow)
Don't hit the same, like, no, they do not hit the same (Bow)
What is you sayin'? Like, turned to a fool with the K (Yeah)
Turned to a fool with the K (Huh?)
Get that girl out of my face (My face)
Drivin' so fast like we race (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
Pain, I done got numb from the pain (Yeah)
All of these girls is the same
Who is the one to blame? (Huh?)
Nowadays it's not the same
I flood my wrist out today (Blaow)
I hit your girl in my Wraith (Vroom)
I hit your girl in my Wraith (Vroom)
In a spaceship, outer space (Phew)
Geekin' on Mars yesterday
Now I'm on Pluto today (Huh?)
I look the moon in its face (Yeah)
I look the moon in its face
Me and the moon relate
Me and the moon relate (Yeah)
Me and the moon relate (Huh?)
Me and the moon relate42EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Of Course[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt OX]
Uh (Yeah, hello, be quiet)
Uh
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Uh (Big bad bitches, big bad, Lil Uzi)
(I'm working on dying)
Uh (Yeah)
Uh

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh)

[Chorus]
I ain't gonna flex no more, gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah)
Coppin' shit you can't afford, hundred K right on my necklace (Yeah)
I be calling your bitch when I'm bored, do that in the past tense (Whoa)
I be drippin' and swaggin' of course (Woo), ayy

[Verse 1]
I poured a two in that four (Dang)
Whoa (Yeah), I'm right here
I got opps from the 30 and I ain't scared (I ain't scared)
Pulled up in the 30, they some squares (Pulled up)
Got a Glock with a 30 and I ain't scared (No, I'm not)
I'm not flexin' on you, baby, it's right here (It's right here)
Got a Glock and that 30 right under your chair (Under your chair)
Two hundred right up on my dash, my coupe right here (Skrr)
Throw it up, don't be scared (Uh)
I was throwin' up and it was clear (What?)
I took too much molly, I can't hear (What?)
I fucked so many hoes I had to go and just switch states (Uh)
Raf Simons on my jeans but I'm still in my Rick stage (Yeah)
I'm sure your Rollie's gold but it's not no big face (Ayy)
Bitch, you know I know where the brick stay, yeah, I walk like a lick, ayy (Ayy)
Got a big Glock on my hip, ayy, yeah, that's right where my stick stay (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(Right where my stick stay)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(Right where my stick stay)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh)

[Chorus]
I ain't gonna flex no more, gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah)
Coppin' shit you can't afford, hundred K right on my necklace (Whoa)
I be calling your bitch when I'm bored, do that in the past tense (Uh)
I be drippin' and swaggin' of course, ayy (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
How many hundred thousand you make this year? On my 32nd
I fucked that bitch on a Perc' for an hour, don't do 30 seconds (No)
I'm from the 1600 so I don't fuck with no 32nd (Whoa)
Francisville baby, you know how we rocking
You know we gon' wreck shit (Wreck shit)
Rest in peace, Chico
For that boy you know that I'm gonna keep flexin' (Let's go far)
Sometimes I still call his phone
Sometimes I still go to text him (Oh my god)
He was lackin' by the opps
I can't believe that they nexted him (Yeah)
I was standing by the opps, I had 30 in my weapon (Frrah)
I was standing by the opps
I was standing by the opps (Yeah)
I was standing by the opps (Huh?)
I was standing by the opps (Yeah)
I do the dash on the cop (Skrrt)
Digital dash on my drop (Huh?)
I turned myself to a boss (Ayy)
Fuck you, nigga, and the law
Babygirl head game strong
She suck my dick so long
Tell me what you want (Want)
I can get you on, wait (No way)
You think he get money, uh
Look at his chain, no pointers (Okay)
Yeah, it's molly world, come join us (Join us, yeah)
So much swag, can't afford it
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(So much swag, can't afford it)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Okay)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Okay)

[Chorus]
I ain't gonna flex no more, gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah)
Coppin' shit you can't afford, hundred K right on my necklace (Uh)
I be calling your bitch when I'm bored, do that in the past tense (Ayy)
I be drippin' and swaggin' of course (Yeah)

[Outro]
No, he didn't (Uh)
Yes, I did
No, he didn't (Uh)
Yes, I did
No, he didn't (Uh)
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Venetia[Intro]
Lil Uzi Vert, to be exact (Oh)
And I'm not from earth, I'm from outer space (Woah, let's go)
And I'm different (Uh), I'm wavy
I'm somewhere I'm not even 'posed to be ('Posed to be), yeah
I remember she ain't even notice me (Notice me), yeah
Why I'm trippin'? She ain't even old as me (Huh)
Her own man not even cold as me (Let's go)
Every time I have a show, gotta sell it out 'fore I go to sleep (Woah)

[Chorus]
We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah
We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah
I fuck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (Woah)
It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah
And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can)
I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (Huh?)

[Verse 1]
Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van, yeah, yeah
Never sit by the door, my boy got a matte black thang, bang, bang (Brrr)
All orange on me, baby, orange, yeah, look like Tang, yeah, yeah
I done did everything, ain't do no crack cocaine, yeah, yeah
I ain't never do no dope and your bitch wanna choke, yeah, yeah
And she will suck on this dick if she old enough to vote, yeah, yeah
I took that girl M-I-A, now she wanna drive the boat, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Now she want my money, I said "Not at all, no, no" (No way)
Spanish girl, she always tryna get my pesos (Woo)
You can't get no money, you don't get no dough-dough (Dough)
She want all that verde, but pockets azul (Azul, azul)
Yeah, she likes my wordplay, no way they stoppin' you (Let's go, let's go)
[Chorus]
We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah
We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah
Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah
I fuck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (Just bring her friend, let's go)
It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah (It's just for my mans, woah)
And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can)
I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (Never trust no man)

[Verse 2]
Now, why the fuck would I give up on my gang if my gang never gave up on me? (Never)
I never, ever tell on my niggas, I don't care if they give me third degree (Fuck 'em)
I'm always gon' be a 1600 nigga with money connecting the streets (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas mad because they is not me, and my niggas, they all gonna eat, come on (Woah)
Wait, I can make a crazy girl go on a date
I can make a gay girl turn to a straight
Take off them jeans and put on her lace (Lace)
Fuck all of that, take your bitch, then I grab on her waist
Talk to the reverend, but I don't know Ma$e
I can not the see the haters, I got maced
Oh my God, oh my God, I'm in a Wraith (Yeah)
She pull up on me, then your bitch gettin' slayed
Louis V everything, I got the taste
She all on my face, so I know she wanna taste
Say I mumble too much, what the fuck is you saying?
Your girl in my bed, and you know she be layin'
She tell me her problems, act like I'm relatin' (One, two, three, let's go)
[Chorus]
We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah
We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah
Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah
I fuck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah (Just for my mans)
And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can)
I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (What?)28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Enemies[Intro]
Yeah (Damn), yeah (Damn, damn, grand slam, damn)
Lil Uzi
That be Maaly Raw!

[Chorus]
Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close
Raf Simons on my feet, that's why I fucked your hoe
Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow
And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most
Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it
Gettin', all this money, off recordin'
Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin'
Know some lil' niggas that'll rock you for some Jordans

[Verse 1]
Taking double G's in navy blue jeans like a carbon
Oh you wanna try me, walk around you with the carbine
Once again I had your bitch, you don't believe me?
Now you stalking
Now you see that shit, now your heart is so broken
Now she all on me, had me lost in the moment
Drinking Hennessy, don't get drunk, now I'm zonin'
All my bitch grade A, fuck with B's and some C's though
Number 1 that vroom, watch out for the Buick Regal
Number 1 that vroom, watch out for them Grand Marquis
In the hood, with my chains on, with my nina
If you talk shit, they will kill you, that's how I feel
All the old folks, see us run wild, call us heathens
Balling like Kobe, I never get cold
All of this shit yeah I did on my own
Talk to my momma she said me get grown
Mama be quiet, gon' buy you a home
I'm on a diet, that's pussy and dope
I'm on a diet, that's pussy and dope
I'm on a diet, that's pussy and dope
Counting my money, I'm gettin' this dough
[Chorus]
Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close
Raf Simons on my feet, that's why I fucked your hoe
Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow
And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most
Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it
Gettin', all this money off recordin'
Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin'
Know some lil' niggas that'll rock you for some Jordans

[Verse 2]
I'm rocking Rick Owens, your bitch on my dick and that bitch she be hoeing
Lil Uzi I swear that I just be going
Lil Uzi I swear that I just be flowing (Aye)
Drinkin' that lean when I'm with my nigga Scheme
I swear to God, that I just be pouring
Move like a captain and we never lackin'
I swear to God that we stay up into the mornin'
Niggas like my style, oh yeah I know it
Niggas bite my style, oh yeah I know it
Jump in the 'Rari and I'm gonna floor it
Skitter the engine when that bitch be roarin'
Wiz dropped by, when I was just tourin'
Wiz dropped by, when I was just tourin'
Collect all my calls and, I ball like I'm Jordan
I made a porno and your bitch was the star
You a bitch nigga and you already know
And my brother he be whippin' the stove
All of my niggas be grippin' the poles
Number One rule, do not trip on no ho
You can not get this shit right here in the store
You can not get this shit right here in the store
I'ma ball like I am old Derrick Rose
I be ballin' like I am Amber Rose
[Chorus]
Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close
Raf Simons on my feet, that's why I fucked your hoe
Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow
And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most
Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it
Gettin', all this money off recordin'
Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin'
Know some lil' niggas that'll rock you for some Jordans

[Verse 3]
I be ballin' like, I took the position
Of the starter, I'm your father like collar
Waiter, what you doing? Why you waiting?
Bitches on my dick now, these niggas hatin'
But they act, like they ain' out, here hatin'
When I be around, they participating
Drive around in that new shit, like I'm racing
I be dishin' all these bars
Throwin' out like I'm Peyton
Why you always on my hoe tho?
When she up in Soho
She look at you, even if she wasn' say she taken
Never had this much money, so a nigga pacin'
Put my dick in her, now the thought leave her shakin'
Okay, good food I'm tastin', bitch you leave in the A.M
Smoke more than a damn Frenchman
Man my girl like Sanaa Lathan
Like I'ma legend in the making
Fuck nigga get Nathan
I'm flexin', finessin'
You rockin' Giuseppe
Your pockets ain' what I be rakin'
[Chorus]
Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close
Raf Simons on my feet, that's why I fucked your hoe
Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow
And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most
Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it
Gettin', all this money off recordin'
Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin'
Know some lil' niggas that'll rock you for some Jordans43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Sleep Leak[Intro]
Floor it, two hundred, I floor it
(Young niggas, young niggas, fuck them old niggas)
I might get a 'Rari, two hundred, I floor it
(Young niggas, young niggas, fuck them old niggas)
I might get a 'Rari, two hundred, I floor it
Y'all get the shit, you get the message
(Young niggas, young niggas, fuck them old niggas)
Two hundred, I floor it

[Chorus]
Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (Yeah), hit your girl with endurance ('Durance)
She like, "I'm okay (Okay), 'cause I got insurance" (Oh yeah)
Your number, won't store it (Store it), call me, I ignore it (Hello?)
I might get a 'Rari ('Rari), two hundred, I floor it (Floor it)
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')

[Verse 1]
Yeah, rich by the morning (Morning)
Yeah, rich by the morning (Chee)
New whip, with the big Forgis (Skrrt)
New crib, that's a new fortress (Woah)
You dig? Choppa with the cartridge (You dig?)
My slime move with the cartridge (Slime)
My time now, not the mornin' (Mornin')
My bracelet cost like forty, yeah (Blaow)
That shit forty (Forty)
That boy can't afford this (Afford)
My swag so important ('Portant)
Off-White collab with the Jordans (Jordans)
Me, I don't believe in extortion (Extortion)
Hear a lotta hatin' like I'm Horton (Horton)
Walk in and my neck got the pointers (Pointers)
Fuck your bitch only if she got appointment (Oh yeah)
[Bridge]
Appointment, appointment (Ayy)
Want it, point it (Point it)
Call me, ignore it (Yeah)
The 'Rari is roarin' (Roar)
It's blue, like Corbin (Yeah)
Eat oysters, and swordfish (Yeah)
Was broke last night (What?)
Was rich by the morning (By the morning)

[Chorus]
Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (Yeah), hit your girl with endurance ('Durance)
She like, "I'm okay (Okay), 'cause I got insurance" (Oh yeah)
Your number, won't store it (Store it), call me, I ignore it (Hello?)
I might get a 'Rari ('Rari), two hundred, I floor it (Floor it)
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')

[Verse 2]
Nowadays, I think a lot of you
But I really don't wanna bow to you (Bow to you)
I put that dick right inside of you ('Side of you)
Not talkin' Twitter, I follow you
I fuck that girl just like a prostitute (Yeah)
I cannot lie, girl, I'm lovin' you (Lil Uzi)
I wish that it was more than one of you
So I can just, um, make a pile of you
Let me tell you 'bout the struggle
Let me tell you 'bout the pain, yeah (Pain)
Used to watch shit right in doubles
And I still feel the rain, yeah
Ooh, know what? We don't feel the pain, yeah (Don't feel the pain, yeah)
Go to the club, make it rain, yeah (Club)
Rain, rain, go to the club, make it rain
You get wet up like a sink
All of my diamonds, they pink
Jump in the 'Rari, switch lanes
Jump in the 'Rari, switch lanes
Boy, I can do my dash (Woo)
Watch me, I won't crash
[Chorus]
Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (Yeah), hit your girl with endurance ('Durance)
She like, "I'm okay (Okay), 'cause I got insurance" (Oh yeah)
Your number, won't store it (Store it), call me, I ignore it (Hello?)
I might get a 'Rari ('Rari), two hundred, I floor it (Floor it)
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')
I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nuyork Nights at 21[Intro]
Ayy
She just wanna leave me (Ayy)
She just wanna be free (Uh, no)
She don't wanna be with me (No)
She don't wanna be with me (No)
She just wanna, uh, leave me (Woah)
She don't wanna be with me (Everybody do something for me)
FKi
I just wanna be me

[Verse 1]
And I know I made mistakes
I will never let you down (I won't)
And you know I can't wait (Wait), tell me what we do now (Now)
What about the times you looked at me like you loved me, gave me the face
It was times putting nothing above you, not even the cake

[Verse 2]
I need you the most, more important than dough
Never felt this before
Have you felt this before?
I might even hold you close
Like you my antidote
Understand you let me go
But you still at my show
[Bridge]
Said she from L.A., but she stay in uptown
Stay in uptown, stay in uptown
Said she bout to go downtown, party up and down
Party up and down, yeah, party up and down

[Verse 3]
I say, yeah, she with her friends, yeah
Yeah, she getting wild, yeah, they getting wild
Yeah, she getting wild
Thought of something important baby, it is nothing now
It is nothing now, I said it is nothing now
And I thought they just was hating
No they wasn't hating
I was just on wait and you was contemplating
We was in the same book, but we different pages
We was in the same book, but we different pages
Better yet we like the same, she my other half
I was rocking Rick Owens, you was rocking RAF
Never took it serious, we slept in on Bape clothes
We treat them like Play clothes, all these bitches snake hoes

[Outro]
Oh, and I and I know and I and I know
Oh, and I know and I and I know
Oh, yeah, I swear I know, yeah, I swear I know
Oh, yeah, I know, yeah, I, yeah, I know
I won't let, I won't let her
I won't let, I won't let her leave
I won't let her go, I won't let her go
I won't let her go, I won't let her go
I won't
Oh oh oh ohhhhh oh
Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh oh
Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh oh
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Dolly[Refrain]
Somebody, please call me a janitor
(Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)
She came to me and said that, "You cannot really, um, handle her" (What?)
(Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)
Swag disease, look at my jeans and the Gucci gold buckle up (Ooh)
(Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)
Sippin' that Tuss got me tussled up, I had to tussle the muscle up
(Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)

[Chorus]
Hit the trap like Max (Max)
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max (Hit it)
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
Hit the trap like Max, ayy (Yeah)
Know I'm finessin' the pack, ayy
Know I'm gon' make it right back, yeah
Hundred K right in my bag, ayy
I take a vacay and relax, yeah (Relax)
Hey, Dolly, yeah (Dolly)
Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Hit that trap like Max, uh (Like Max)
Hit that trap like Max, yeah (Like Max)
Hit that trap like Max, ayy (Like Max)
Hit that trap like Max, yeah (Like Max)
Get that check like Max, uh (Count it up)
Rep the set like Max, yeah (Like Max)
Spend it, I make it right back (Right back)
I'm movin', finessin' the pack (The pack)
This shit right here right off the head (The head)
It's Mister All My Friends Are Dead (Okay)
I let your bitch play with my dreads (Okay)
Then she proceed to give me head (Lil Uzi)
You know my windows, yeah, they tinted (What?)
So you cannot see, um, what's in it (Ayy)
But I pull up in a new Bentley (Yeah)
So you wanna see, um, what's in it (What's in it?)
Interior, that shit all red (Red)
You spill the 'Tech, won't see the red (The red)
I got a TEC, one in the head (The head)
Got so much ice, I need a sled (A sled)
My chopper, the stock, it attach (Attach)
I pulled up the Audi, matte black, yeah (Matte black)
You know that I'm sharp as a tack, yeah (Okay)
All of my niggas, they SLATT, yeah
[Chorus]
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
You know that I'm gettin' them racks
I'm movin', finessin' the pack (Pack)
Hundred K right in my bag (Bag)
I take a vacay and relax (Relax)
Hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly)
Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly, skrr)
Ayy

[Verse 2]
Thought you really had my back, uh
You ain't really have my back, ayy (No)
I ain't really with no stress (Yeah)
Cut all strings attached, ayy
And I know Dolly got my back, yeah
And I know Dora got my back, uh
And I know Thug got my back, yeah
Bitch, we up, no rest, yeah
Man, I'm in way back, yeah (Way back)
When I had to shoot Big Racks, yeah
When I had two, three racks, yeah
No, I had ten, twelve racks, ayy (Okay)
Now I got three million stacked (Stacked)
Pull off on a jet, yeah (Lil Uzi)
We want more, not less, yeah (Not less)
Sliming up a mess, yeah (Slime)
[Refrain]
Somebody, please call me a janitor (Cleanup on aisle three)
She came to me and said that, "You cannot really, um, handle her"
(Yeah, oh, oh, okay)
Swag disease, look at my jeans and the Gucci gold buckle up (Yeah)
Sippin' that Tuss got me tussled up, I had to tussle the muscle up

[Chorus]
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
Hit the trap like Max, yeah
Hit the trap like Max, ayy
You know that I'm gettin' them racks
I'm movin', finessin' the pack (Pack)
Hundred K right in my bag (Bag)
I take a vacay and relax (Relax)
Hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly)
Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly)

[Outro]
Slime, I know Dolly got my back, uh
And I know Dora got my back, uh
And I know Thug got my back, yeah
Bitch, we up, no rest, yeah
And I know Dolly got my back, uh
And I know Dora got my back, yeah
And I know Thug got my back, yeah
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Scott and Ramona[Intro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby, you are not alone (Yeah)
You call my phone, I pick it up
She p— She pick it up then drop it slow
Ke— Keep it on the low
From what I hear she got a man at home
I go deep, but got tired of waitin'
Got a situation
Live my double life amazin'

[Chorus]
I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby
I went to my hood, all my friends think I made it
I talk to my fam, man, my mama think I'm famous
Yeah (Yeah), yeah-yeah my mama think I'm famous

[Refrain]
Hundred dollar bills in the way (Yeah)
Yeah, it feels good to be great (Yeah)
Now she gonna do what I say (Yeah)
Now she gonna do what I say
I count my dough, I make it stack
I spend on her, I make it back
What you told me, can't take that back
What I told you, can't take that back
[Chorus]
I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby
I went to my hood, all my friends think I made it
I talk to my fam, man, my mama think I'm famous
Yeah (Yeah), yeah-yeah my mama think I'm famous (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Rule number one, gotta get all your paper (Ayy)
I'm in a zone, I can't see none of you lames
When I'm not around, I don't know what she sayin'
Say she single, but she know she really taken
I don't care though (Skrrt)
Rule number one (Yeah, yeah, ayy), never trust no ho (Ayy)
Ride around L.A. in a Range Rove' (Ayy, skrrt, skrrt)
Radio blasting (Ayy, ayy), listening to Dej Loaf, yeah

[Refrain]
Hundred dollar bills in the way (Yeah)
Yeah, it feels good to be great (Yeah)
Now she gonna do what I say (Yeah)
Now she gonna do what I say
I count my dough, I make it stack
I spend on her, I make it back
What you told me, can't take that back
What I told you, can't take that back
[Outro]
I don't care though
I don't care though
Rule number one, never trust no ho
Ride around L.A. in a Range Rove'
Radio blastin', listenin' to Dej Loaf
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Baby Are You Home[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Baby, are you home?
Baby, are you home?
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home?
Home, home, home, home
Baby, are you home?
Home, home, home, home
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Baby, are you home?

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, she call my phone (What?)
Ask me what I'm on (Yeah)
Baby, is you home? (Huh)
I'm in the area
Like, tell me where he going (What?)
He ain't scaring none
You know why you text my phone, yeah
Tell me if you home
Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Huh?)
Baby, are you home? (What?)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Like counting all my dough (Yeah), with my eyes closed (Huh)
I don't trust a ho but I trust my ho
Like money in my pants sticking out my thigh, bro (Yeah)
Yeah, it's Lil Uzi, like hit that eye roll (That eye roll)
I don't got no money, that's a lie, oh
Kinda got messy, got rid of my side ho (Yeah)
I don't wanna fuck you if you a dry ho (What?)
Up in Mexico with the plug eating Pico de Gallo (Yeah)
You a rock star, now them pills, try those (Ayy)
Traded in my chocolate, now I got a bright ho (Uh)
Man, I got my head right (Yeah, yeah)
Man, I got my bread right (Yeah, yeah)
Livin' my life just so right (Yeah)
You can see my diamonds at night
Girl, you know I'm higher than a satellite (Satellite)
Can I come over, are you the playin' type?

[Chorus]
Yeah, she call my phone (What?)
Ask me what I'm on (Yeah)
Baby, is you home? (Huh)
I'm in the area
Like, tell me where he going (What?)
He ain't scaring none
You know why you text my phone, yeah
Tell me if you home
Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Huh?)
Baby, are you home? (What?)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I swear, boy, you do not know me (Yeah)
Boy, you ain't my homie (Homie)
Ballin' like I'm Kobe (Kobe)
Now I'm ballin' like Ginobili
Like, boy, your style so old (What?)
Balding like Ginobili (What?)
Pull up in that Porsche
Brittany in the Lotus (Skrrt, skrrt)
I get money, yeah (Yeah)
And I put that on my oldest (Huh)
I ain't got no kids, so I put that on my Rollie (Rollie)
They say that he real, so that nigga got to show me
And that nigga homies really ain't his homies (Ayy)
I got red homies, I got blue homies (Yeah)
Yeah, I got the gun, and it shoot homies
Yeah, I got them crash dummies, they my new homies (Yeah)
Girl, I made you famous
Ain't no need to thank me
Like, yeah, I put you first, you're my lady, yeah (Yeah)
I'm skrrtin' the water with my baby, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, she call my phone (What?)
Ask me what I'm on (Yeah)
Baby, is you home? (Huh)
I'm in the area
Like, tell me where he going (What?)
He ain't scaring none
You know why you text my phone, yeah
Tell me if you home
Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Huh?)
Baby, are you home? (What?)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
[Outro]
Baby, are you home?
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Yeah, she call my phone
Ask me what I'm on
Like, tell me where he going
He ain't scaring none
Baby, are you home?
Baby, are you home?19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bigger Than Life[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt OX]
Let's go, let's go
Lil Uzi Vert
Let's go, let's go (I'm working on dying)
Not playin', oh-oh
(One, two) Let's go (One, two, three)
Alright now (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I done made so many millions
Ain't nothin' to think about
And she fuck with me because I am the one
That still come back even though I made it out (Yeah)
I thought she was G, when I put in my D
She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out"
And loyalty, I swear that's everything
And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it off (Yeah)
And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand
What the venue probably was just payin' out
And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me
And you know at late night she be stayin' out
I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean
There goes the reason he hatin' now
Got a V12 that's all on my engine
That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off (Vroom)
[Verse 1]
I'm too evil, too evil, too evil, too evil
It's nobody out here can save me now (Woah)
I remember when I was younger
My girl ain't answer my phone and listen to "Take You Down"  (Woah)
My diamonds, they dance like Chris Brown
Look at my wrist, it's lit now (Woah)
My niggas shootin' them rounds (Bah)
Fuck nigga better get down (Lil Uzi, get down, let's go)
I'm not worried 'bout no niggas
These niggas, they fake, these niggas they hate
These niggas they all, um, perpetrate
These niggas ain't really with all the shits
These niggas, they walk around with dirty sticks
When I shoot two, I shoot a nigga his shit (Yeah)
I don't play with niggas, these niggas, they hoes
I just do everything then, I suppose (Let's go)
These niggas, they is really not my bros (No)
These niggas, they my foes (Yeah, yeah)
I ran out of space, put diamonds that's all on my toes
I'm switchin' my hoes, same way I'm switchin' my clothes (Yeah)
Rockstar goals, septum all on my nose (Yeah, goals)

[Chorus]
I done made so many millions
Ain't nothin' to think about
And she fuck with me because I am the one
That still come back even though I made it out
I thought she was G, when I put in my D
She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out"
And loyalty, I swear that's everything
And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it off
And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand
What the venue probably was just payin' out
And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me
And you know at late night she be stayin' out
I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean
There goes the reason he hatin' now
Got a V12 that's all on my engine
That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off
[Verse 2]
Walked in and I had to go get a bag
Walked in and had to go get a big bag (Yeah)
Brought the big bag for the brand new bae
Why the fuck would I care what you say? (Amen)
At a fuck nigga head like a toupée (What?)
Okay, they wanna see a new wave (Yah)
Made two hundred racks in two days (Check it out)
My diamonds they cooler than Cool J (Yah)
No, no, your swag don't move me (No)
That's not a new Rollie, that's a new face (What?)
Spent fifty racks in Gucci
Spent eighty racks in Louis (Let's go)
Okay, my life is great (Yeah)
Walk around with a whole lotta uchi (Let's go)
On the sides, got a fade like Boosie
Hand wet, I ain't playin' with her coochie (Oh)
I don't know why these niggas be playin'
I don't know why these niggas be watchin' (I don't know, I don't know)
I don't know why these niggas be clockin' (I don't know)
That's why I got time for you (Who?)
'Cause a nigga like me, I'm not watchin'
'Cause a nigga like me, I'm not cocky (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, a nigga like me fill my pocket (Fill my pocket)
Yeah, a nigga like me be show-stoppin' (Let's go) (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I done made so many millions
Ain't nothin' to think about (Yeah, yeah)
And she fuck with me because I am the one
That still come back even though I made it out (Yeah)
I thought she was G, when I put in my D
She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out"
And loyalty, I swear that's everything
And for me, got niggas that gon' kill it off (What?)
And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand
What the venue probably was just payin' out
And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me
And you know at late night she be stayin' out
I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean
There goes the reason he hatin' now
Got a V12 that's all on my engine
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Ronda (Winners)[Intro]
Metro Boomin wants some more, ni—

[Chorus]
Get knocked down, act like you never lost
Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey
Like you Ronda Rousey
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside, yeah
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside, yeah!

[Bridge]
This a gang, is you in or you out?
I put diamonds all up in my mouth
I feel like I'm part of Swishahouse, yeah
I was lost, and then, yeah, I was found
Had no money, yeah, um, I was down
We was already down

[Verse 1]
Nowhere else for us to go
Drive around in a Testarossa
Puerto Rican and she intercostal
Same girl that was on my poster
Damn, now I know
Treat my girl like I am Jay-Z
Treat my girl like she Beyoncé Knowles
Money got longer, my neck got cold
My money get longer, don't need these diamonds
[Chorus]
Yeah, no, don't act like you never lost
Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey
Like you Ronda Rousey
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside, yeah
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting up all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside, yeah!
Yeah, no, don't act like you never lost
Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey
Like you Ronda Rousey
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside, yeah
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting up all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside, yeah!

[Bridge]
This a gang, is you in or you out?
I put diamonds all up in my mouth
I feel like I'm part of Swishahouse, yeah
I was lost, and then, yeah, I was found
Had no money, um, yeah I was down
[Verse 2]
Know I'm gon' die for my baby
Know I'm gon' ride for my baby
You know that I go suicide for my baby
All in the way, I don't care what they say, yeah
Made a hundred in a day (In a what? Yeah)
Got a Rollie with a face
Diamonds, break the bank
Yeah, boy, you fake
Yeah, really hate
Under those handshakes
House so big, it got a maid
Yeah, Lil Uzi, you got it made

[Bridge]
This a gang, is you in or you out?
I put diamonds all up in my mouth
I feel like I'm part of Swishahouse, yeah
I was lost, and then, yeah, I was found
And on money, yeah, um, I was down
Turn myself to the man of the town

[Chorus]
Yeah, no, don't act like you never lost
Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey
Like you Ronda Rousey
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside me, yeah
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside me, yeah!
Get knocked down, act like you never lost
Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey
Like you Ronda Rousey
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside, yeah
My niggas twist like they origami
Got them girls waiting up all in the lobby
But my baby still right here beside, yeah!
[Bridge]
This a gang, is you in or you out?
I put diamonds all up in my mouth
I feel like I'm part of Swishahouse, yeah
I was lost, and then, yeah, I was found
Had no money, yeah, um, I was down15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Of Course We Ghetto Flowers[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(That, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (What?), yeah, yeah (What?)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what? Diamonds all on my teeth (Yeah)
Walk around Christian Lou's (What?)
Diamonds all on my sneaks
You a broke boy, got bad luck (Broke boy)
Don't even talk to me (Don't talk)
You know his girlfriend stalk on me (What?)
Drop the mic and don't walk to me
Foreign, foreign whip, yeah, what it's called?
Pull up in that shit lil' bitch, yeah, like a boss
Had a lil' bitch from down south, yeah
Put that shit all in her mouth, ayy
Eatin' on veggies and salmon, ayy
No, I'm not eatin' no trout
Boy, you a bitch, boy, you a snitch
Heard you gon' bring them cops out, yeah
Talkin' that shit, you ain't on shit
Really you ain't gon' pop out, yeah
Gettin' money that's why they hate on me (Yeah)
Still on that paper route (Yeah)
Hit so hard I pulled out (Out)
Ass so fat, called time-out (What?)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Fly to LA for a week
And I got Rick on my tee
And I got Rick on my feet, chopper on me, saggin' my jeans
And I put that on big Bs
Ayy, shoutout G-Weed
I got your ho on the team runnin' them laps just like a meet
Hundreds bands on the Goyard, ooh
And I got goons in my yard, ooh
We can rock out like guitars, ooh
Ho, I got lean, I got bars, ooh
Ho, I got lean, I got bars, ooh
Ho, I fuck her 'cause I'm hard, ooh
She fuck with me, I go hard, ooh
Ho, I'm on lean, I'm on stars, uh, ayy
Now we on top of my car, uh
Lookin' at stars like I made it far (Ayy, look at that bih), ayy
Look at my chain (Look), glow in the dark (Ayy, look at that bih), what?
Ya thot give brain, she goin' hard

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert & Offset]
Chopper, that's full-auto
Kickflip, bitch, Otto
Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
Cut that bitch off, Zoro (Offset)

[Verse 3: Offset]
I took your bitch, yeah, you lost (Lost)
Told her come fuck with some bosses (Come on)
Invited that bitch to my loft (Hey)
Hold on bitch, take your shoes off (Hold on)
The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin'
No, I'm not trustin' these bitches (Uh-uh)
No, I don't fuck with these snitches, no (Uh-uh)
Uzi got choppers, extensions
How come I'm all in her mentions? Ayy
And my Rollie three-dimensional (Rollie)
Bitches dangerous like Mystikal (Danger)
These niggas clone you, get your chemicals (Clone)
Twin choppers, they identical
My hands in everything, got tentacles (Tentacles)
Poppin' Perkies like the minerals (Perky)
Fuck you my hand on my genitals
When on the stage I got adrenaline (Hey)
'Bout to flex up on my enemies (Flex)
I don't need negative energy (Uh-uh)
These niggas not who they pretend to be (Uh)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Strawberry Peels[Intro: Young Thug]
Spider (Hey)
Hey (SEX, Spider, SEX)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, I'm on that drank, I'm 'bout to keel (Woah)
I got the drop, I got the kill (Woah)
Takin' a bitch, I got the seal (Yeah)
I got this peppermint patty, it's teal
She off the boat and she came from Israel
Fuck from the back until I'm smacked
Smoke on that thrax, I'm on strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels
Cop what I want and my wrist and my style is on crunk and it's real
Half of my niggas get high off a seal
Brand new Percs and they all teal
I put my dick in her bladder, yeah, yeah
And I'm fuckin' her friends and they all here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Flooded the wrist
Let my bro hit her, I'm good with assist (Good)
Know it's expensive, can tell by the stitch (Why?)
Crept in the club with thirty in the stick (Thirty)
VLONE, Chrome Heart, it's still stuck on the rich
She can't talk right now 'cause she suckin' this dick
YSL slatt life, we slimy and slick (Slatt)
Got a young bull that pull up, let it spit (Bull)
He hit and don't miss
Hop out a jet, hop in a Rolls
Icy Patek straight off of shows (Straight off of shows)
I want the platinum, I'm cool on the gold
She suckin' it 'til the snot come out her nose (Wow)
I bought an old Cutlass, I set it on fours (Set it on fours)
I pop me a pill, I feel geeked up for sure
You front me a pack, I'ma go get it sold
Young Wunna, young Wunna, I can't break the code (Young Wunna)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
I bend her over, I make her kneel
Stand on my money like my name Shaquille
Construction man, runnin' right through these drills
I cannot breathe 'cause there's ice on my gills
She give me brain, that's that Urkel and chill
She mixed with white, told her my name Jaleel
Uzi too rich, man, how does it feel?
Tryna be humble, man, I ain't tryna kill
They walk on my heels, my heels made of steel
That's no oil my spill, I burnt off the wheel
She ate up the deal
My baby so spoiled just like some old milk
The paint on my whip, it's already peeled
Put my dick in her gut, it's just for the guilt
Fuckin' this bitch, did that right on film
I need the beat, that's just for the stems (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pretty Mami[Intro]
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go
Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know
Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show
Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go

[Chorus]
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I... Yeah!
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I...
[Verse 1]
80k a show, 100k a show (Alright)
Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden?
Walking with my .40, and my money showing
Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain't foldin
Boy, I am not slow, you hate on the low
You was still at home, I was on the road
Know that I'm a dog, I'm bad to the bone
Dior my cologne, smoking gas it's strong
Leave me alone, stop calling my phone
Already know what you're thinking lil baby, girl, oh what up though?
She said "Uzi baby, they ain't got no dough"
Why you're so dope? Yeah, you oughtta know

[Chorus]
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I...

[Verse 2]
Boy you took that L and we can see that
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Daredevil could see that
Pockets giant just like Andre, addicted, let me do three stacks
I get money, fuck your bitch, stay real, ooh, that's three facts
Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that
Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don't relapse
She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing's tapped
Diamonds all up on my pinky, think this thing's tap
I do not fuck with these niggas, man I mean that
Woah, money envelope
I was just so broke, I didn't have hope
Now I'll let you know
[Chorus]
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Cost
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I... Yeah!

[Outro]
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go
Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know
Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show
Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I'm rockin' gold33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Come This Way[Intro]
Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy
Ayy, Baby Pluto (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, what?
Took your girl, now you can't find her
Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What?)
Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah)
She will not play me every time I try to holler
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah

[Verse 1]
Boy, I get so fly that I could've been a stylist (Yeah)
Undercover tee and Goyard all on my wallet (What?)
What I spent on Wang, could've sent my bitch to college (Ayy)
Alexander McQueen, Number (N)ine my jeans
Yeah, I'm lookin' oh so clean, oh, uh, yeah, I get it now
These girls like the way I dress, so these niggas wanna steal my style
Never really cared, but these niggas tryna kill my style (Woah)
I'm not talkin' 'bout them niggas, there's too many girls around (Shh)
There's too many girls around (Girls around)
She don't want me, then the world go 'round (Yeah)
Take a bath in the money, bitch, roll around
For you she's going up, for me she's going down (Down)
Yeah, going down, slow it down (Hey)
Know she cook like Benihana so she throwin' down (Throwin' down)
I'm the shit and she know it now (Know it now)
Told her come this way and she turned around (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, what?
Took your girl, now you can't find her
Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What? What? What?)
Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah)
She will not play me every time I try to holler
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah

[Verse 2]
Smokin' on some high dream
Got my eyes red, I might need some Visine (Yeah)
Yeah, swervin' in a Lambo', not a i8 (Not a motherfuckin' i8)
Yeah, I keep stuffin' money in my safe, it will not close, yeah (Woah)
Move like a soldier
I throw my bows, yeah, like the Magnolia, yeah (Magnolia)
You can not hold her, yeah (Why?)
Diamonds got colder like it's pneumonia (Water)
Move around with a badder chick (Yeah)
She a shooter, yeah, you know she got a felony (Jeez)
I ain't with that tellin' shit, swear it ain't shit you could tell on me (Ayy)
He be hatin' 'cause where I am he will never be (Come on, girl)

[Chorus]
What?
Took your girl, now you can't find her
Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What? What? What?)
Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah)
She will not play me every time I try to holler
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
[Outro]
Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy
Yeah, Baby Pluto, yeah, woah33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Can Drive[Intro]
I heard that's a lie, yeah
Took his bitch, then I read her mind, yeah
Took her bitch 'cause that bitch was bi, yeah
DP on the beat
What a wrist, it'll make you blind, yeah

[Verse 1]
Gettin' money, I'ma spazz out
Drive the 'Rari with the ass out (Skrrt)
Drive the 'Rari with no tags now (Yeah)
Diamond bracelets, ho, you mad now
Look just like me, I'm your dad now (Yeah)
Big guns, I won't back down (Yeah)
Gettin' money, I'ma spazz out
Drive the 'Rari with the ass out (Skrrt)
Drive the 'Rari with no tags now
Diamond bracelets, ho, you mad now
Look just like me, I'm your dad now (Yeah)
Big guns, I won't back down (Yeah)
Gettin' money like a cash cow (Yeah)
Rocking Thrasher, so I'm rad now (Yeah)
Yeah, now they on me 'cause I'm hot now (What?)
Yeah, you was wrong (You were, what?)
Yeah, I was right now, yeah (I was right)
Now I'm so up, bet I'm her type now, woah (Yeah)
And I'm so high everything upside down
And I'm so high everything upside down (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I can drive, yeah (What?), drive it fast now (Skrrt, what?)
Do the dash, yeah, digi-dash now (Skrrt, huh?)
And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (Yeah)
And I'm balling, yeah (Yeah), like it's last down (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, I can drive, yeah (Skrrt), drive it fast now (Yeah, what?)
Do the dash, yeah (What?), digi-dash now (Huh?)
And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (Yeah)
And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I can drive, yeah, drive it fast now, yeah
Do the dash, what? Digi-dash now, yeah
Now you know, yeah (What?), watch your stack now (Yeah)
Take a nap, yeah, in some Raf now
M-Money stuffed all in my jeans (What?)
So you know I cannot lack now
Got the chopper with the beam (Yeah)
So you know I will not back down
He got more money than me? (No way)
Know that he talkin' that cap now
Say that he movin' a piece? (Huh)
That boy really do not trap now (What?)
I heard that's a lie (Yeah)
Took his bitch, then I read her mind (What?, yeah)
Took her bitch, 'cause that bitch was bi (Yeah)
What a wrist, it'll make you blind
[Chorus]
Yeah, I can drive, yeah (What?), drive it fast now (Skrrt, what?)
Do the dash, yeah, digi-dash now (Huh?)
And I'm balling, yeah (Ball), like it's last down
And I'm balling, yeah (Ball), like it's last down
Yeah, I can drive, yeah, drive it fast now (Yeah, what?)
Do the dash, yeah, digi-dash now (Huh?)
And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (Yeah)
And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (What?)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Leaders[Chorus: NAV]
Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows
Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah)
Drippin', I be puttin' shit on
Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah)
Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas then I'm gone
Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh)
Treat a record deal like a loan
Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on)

[Post-Chorus: NAV]
Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G
Pull her weave out, makin' her moan (Like a G)
Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound
I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone)
Every time I'm drivin' down the strip
Got people throwin' thumbs up at my whip (Skrrt)
In the club sparklers comin'
They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling)

[Verse 1: NAV]
Since 2017 I been gettin' paid (Gettin' paid)
Monograms on my waist, watches in the LV roller case (Let's go)
I gotta play it safe, shooter mask on, can't trace no face
Got a good lawyer, now I ain't got no case
This shit I'm around, I don't think it's a waste (Yeah)
They said that I was ugly, now everything in my life is beautiful (Beautiful)
Back in the day, every time I went to Walmart, God knows that I stole (Yes, I did)
Hit it with the cut then we breakin' it down, we ain't tryna sell it whole (No)
Straight from the hood, fuck the politics, cut the check, I'll do the Super Bowl (No cap)
Well-spoken, I'm talkin' to girls, I'm makin' 'em wanna fornicate (Let's go)
I was broke three years ago but it still feel like it was yesterday (Yesterday)
Runnin' out of space, I got a lot of drip I already gave away
Twinklin' toes, my diamonds keep dancing like they doin' ballet
[Chorus: NAV]
Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows
Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah)
Drippin', I be puttin' shit on
Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah)
Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas then I'm gone
Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh)
Treat a record deal like a loan
Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on)

[Post-Chorus: NAV]
Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G
Pull her weave out, makin' her moan (Like a G)
Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound
I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone)
Every time I'm drivin' down the strip
Got people throwin' thumbs up at my whip (Skrrt)
In the club sparklers comin'
They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
No I'm not, um, Marshall Applewhite, but I'm tryna phone home (Home, woah)
I feel like it's someone watchin' me, I had to get a clone
Drinkin' that Kool-Aid, just out a white cup
This ain't nothin' but a four (Four)
I'm not tryna take your life
I'm tryna take you out of space, movin' slow (Slow, woah)
She give me head like a comb
I break her heart like Comme des Garçons (Damn)
I know she bad to the bone
She think when I'm mad the reason why it storms, yeah
I just got a bad freak-freak
Never saw her feet, make her walk on her knees (Yeah)
Hit it from the back, yeah, that girl got a peach
She think I'm God, made the girl say, "Capiche," yeah
Her ass like a Jeep, yeah
Make her back it up, beep-beep, yeah (Beep, beep, beep)
Won't touch, I won't reach, yeah
Because, that girl, she is not cheap, yeah (No)
Necklace full of stone
Smokin' on Runtz, bitch, I'm too stoned
Y'all thought I was gon' fold
No, y'all put me right in my zone
[Chorus: NAV]
Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows
Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah)
Drippin', I be puttin' shit on
Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah)
Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas then I'm gone
Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh)
Treat a record deal like a loan
Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on)

[Post-Chorus: NAV]
Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G
Pull her weave out, makin' her moan (Like a G)
Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound
I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone)
Every time I'm drivin' down the strip
Got people throwin' thumbs up at my whip (Skrrt)
In the club sparklers comin'
They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling)10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Right Now[Intro]
Sonny Digital
I'm the shit 'til I die
Aw, yes, Luv Is Rage
Aw, yeah, Luv Is Rage
I'm the shit 'til I die
Aw, yeah, Luv Is Rage

[Chorus]
Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now
Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now
I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now
You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now
Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now
Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now
I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now
You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now

[Verse 1]
First off, I just be high, I be smoking the dope
Got a little bitch that be sniffing the coke
Living my life like I cannot go broke
I stay living my life like I cannot go broke
Don't jump in a 'Rari, I jump in a Ghost
Ain't fucking your sister I ain't fucking your hoes
I went to jeweler, put my mouth on froze
I'm stacking my mula, I'm gettin' this dough
Remember I rocked that Givenchy sweater
On the front of that bitch it had a Cujo
I'm stacking my money, I'm counting blue notes (Yeah)
You look at my pockets, fat just like glucose
If you wanna rumble, I jab at yo' nose
If she wanna tumble, get passed to my bros
Rock Mr. Completey and 424 clothes
Me and my brothers got four super hoes
[Bridge]
Oh, yeah (I'm the shit 'til I die)
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh (I'm the shit 'til I die)
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now
Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now
I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now
You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now
Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now
Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now
I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now
You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I just be high off the Xans (Xans)
Super geeked up off the Xans (Xans)
School bus that's right in my hand
School bus that's right in my hand, yeah
I rock hard like I'm in a band, yeah
Your little bitch, she is a fan, yeah
Lil' nigga getting big money, yeah
Go to the beach, get a tan, yeah
Jump in the crowd with my fans, yeah
Jump in the crowd with my fans, yeah
Water, water on my wrist, yeah
Water, water on my hands, yeah
Three wheels like a Can-Am
Throwing stacks like a band man
Break your arm like I'm Van Damme
Count it up, I'm the band man (Yeah)
Baby girl, take my number (Number)
Baby girl better call (Call)
Getting money every day (Day)
Every day, I'ma ball (Ball)
Baby girl, do not stall (Stall)
Grab the handle, flip the doors (Doors)
Either you gon' drop yo' drawers (Drawers)
Or I'ma kick it with my dogs
[Bridge]
You, you gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now

[Chorus]
Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now
Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now
I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now
You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now

[Outro]
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Left Right[Refrain: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
So much ice around my neck 'cause I'm a rockstar (Huh?)
Foreign car, foreign broad, oh my God (What?)
VVS diamonds shinin' on my arm (Yeah)
Crashed the Bentley coupe rollin' off them bars (Ayy, ayy)
So much ice around my neck, bitch, I'm a rockstar (Huh?)
Foreign car, foreign broad, oh my God
VVS diamonds shinin' on my arm (On my arm)
Crashed the Bentley coupe rollin' off them bars (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Um, yeah, I was just in Miami, yeah (Chee)
Guess who I fucked on the beach, yeah (What?)
Guess who I fucked on the beach, yeah (Who did you fuck?)
Guess who I fucked on the beach, yeah (Who did you fuck?)
Diamonds, that's all in my teeth, yeah (What?)
VVS all in my ring (Yeah, yeah)
Chanel, that's all in my feet (Yeah)
Yeah, um, that's double C, yeah
Walkin' with that pocket rocket, yeah (Fire, fire)
Singin' to your bitch like I'm Carl Thomas, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lookin' at your chain, boy, they false diamonds, yeah (What?)
Lookin' at my chain, boy, that's all diamonds, yeah
I just went to three-'peat, spent like five thousand, yeah
Cartier on my face, don't need no eye doctor, yeah (Carti, Carti)
Hit that bitch from the side, yeah, I side-pipe her, yeah (Yeah)
Dabbin' in the name of love like the Pied Piper, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Like that's right, bitch, better make that cash
Like that's right, bitch, better shake that ass
Like that's right, bitch (That's right)
That's right, bitch
Like that's right, bitch (That's right)
That's right, bitch
Like left, right, bitch (Left, right)
Left, right, bitch
Like left, right, bitch (Left, right)
Left, right, bitch
Like that's right, bitch, better shake that ass (Yeah)
That's right, bitch, better make that cash (Yeah, ayy)

[Refrain: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
So much ice around my neck 'cause I'm a rockstar (Yeah, rockstar)
Foreign car, foreign broad, oh my God (Chee, chee)
VVS diamonds shinin' on my arm (Chee)
Crashed the Bentley coupe rollin' off them bars (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So much ice around my neck, bitch, I'm a rockstar (Rockstar)
Foreign car, foreign broad, oh my God (Oh my God)
VVS diamonds shinin' on my arm (Shinin' on my arm)
Crashed the Bentley coupe rollin' off them bars (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Left, right, bitch
Left, right, bitch
If a ho can't get right she get left right, bitch
Left, right, bitch
Left, right, bitch
I got cars, I got cars, yeah, left, right whip
I got hoes, I got hoes, yeah, left, right bitch
I got thots, I got thots, yeah, left, right tricks
Switchin' broads, switchin' broads, yeah, damn, I'm on some shit
Put my dick up on her, now she callin' me, ain't talkin' 'bout no shit
Ho, I'm off the bean moonwalkin' on my Michael Jackson shit
Okay, cool, okay, cool, diamonds dancin' on my wrist
Okay, bool, okay, bool but my nigga Dee a crip
Diamonds dancin' like Beyonce, got Ashanti on my wrist
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Like that's right, bitch, better make that cash
Like that's right, bitch, better shake that ass
Like that's right, bitch (That's right)
That's right, bitch
Like that's right, bitch (That's right)
That's right, bitch
Like left, right, bitch (Left, right)
Left, right, bitch
Like left, right, bitch (Left, right)
Left, right, bitch
Like that's right, bitch, better shake that ass (Yeah)
That's right, bitch, better make that cash (Yeah, ayy)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
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Loaded[Intro]
You know my pockets loaded
You know my pockets swollen
All of my diamonds frozen
You know my pockets loaded
(8)
You know my pockets swollen
All of my diamonds frozen
You know my pockets loaded
You know my
(8)

[Chorus]
My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh)
Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah)
Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin')
Ooh, and they showin' (Woah)
Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it)
Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it)
Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?)
That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Loaded, loaded (Ayy)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Woah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Woah)
Loaded (What?), loaded (Yeah)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Chain white like it's snowin'
Drive my car like it's stolen (Woah)
Wipe my nose, I'ma blow it
Watch cost eighty-one thousand like Terrell Owens (Yeah)
Countin' up all these checks (Ayy)
I'ma flex, on my ex (Ayy)
Smoking gas, lost my breath (Ayy)
'Long as I'm loaded, I'ma flex (Woah)
Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded
You live with your mother, ayy, so I call you junior (Ayy)
Balmain pockets, loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded

[Chorus]
My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh)
Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah)
Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin')
Ooh, and they showin' (Woah)
Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it)
Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it)
Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?)
That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Loaded, loaded (Ayy)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Woah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Woah)
Loaded, loaded (Yeah)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Loaded)
[Verse 2]
Not a Land, Range my Rover
I don't gotta drive (Gotta drive, skrrt, skrrt), pull up with a chauffeur (Woah)
Bitch, I get so fly when I shop at Dover
They all in disguise, just know that I'm loaded
(Pocket got dead guys, just know that I'm loaded)
Guys, just know that I'm loaded
(Pocket got dead guys, just know that I'm loaded)
Pocket got dead guys, just know that I'm loaded
Loaded, loaded, loaded (Ayy, woah)
Went to the bank today, they said, "You're loaded"
Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded
Saw you flexin' but you don't own it (Ayy)
I just went platinum
Count my bonus (Ayy)

[Chorus]
My diamonds, they frozen (Beep)
Ooh, pockets loaded (Ayy)
Diamond chain, they glowin' (Woah)
Ooh, and they showin' (Huh?)
Money, I'ma throw it
Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it)
Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Yeah, bored, huh?)
That you can't afford (Ayy, woah)
[Post-Chorus]
Loaded, loaded (Ayy)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Ayy, yeah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded (Yeah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Ayy)

[Outro]
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
Loaded, loaded
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Chrome Heart Tags[Intro]
Yeah, this Lil Uzi Vert
(T-T-T-T-Turbo)
I'm ready
(T-T-T-T-Turbo on the track)
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I don't ever want to talk about it
I don't ever want to see you (No)
Everybody, they been changing now
Now you see what the cheese do (Yeah)
I understand, charge it to the game
Everybody wanna feast too (Yes)
I put gold all up on my neck
I put gold on my teeth too (Woah)
I ain't never stayed from the jump
How you say that I leave you? (Huh?)
How you say that I left you?
First year was the best you (Yeah)
After all the dumb shit that you did
Can't believe that I really kept you (Damn)
We used to sit in the same room
And I still probably would text you (No)

[Chorus]
She ain't never gon' talk back
Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag (Yeah)
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (Woah)
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (Let's go)
Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that
I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Hello?)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Woah)
Yeah, I pick the bitch up
But I made her walk back (Yup)
[Verse 2]
All my niggas got the tools
So you need a hard hat
They ain't even know it's me
'Cause I had a skull cap (Bitch, no)
Slime snake my disease (Slatt)
If you bite, I bite back (Woah)
Had this bitch on her knees
Asked her where her jaw at (Ooh)
Hello? (Hello?), hold on
Baby, gotta call back
'Cause I ran into a lick (Give me that)
And I need all that (Yeah)
Murakami on my walls (Ooh)
Nigga, where your KAWS at? (Wow)
I just beat a nigga up
Now I need my paws back (Yup)
Got a Glock with a dick
Yeah, I had to pause that (Pause)
When I'm shopping, know I'm safe
So I'm in the mall strapped
Diamonds all up in her face (Bling, baow, baow, bling)
Make a bitch percolate
Put her on ElimiDate
Been fucked, boy, you late (Woah)
[Chorus]
She ain't never gon' talk back
Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag (Yeah)
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (Yeah)
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (Off it)
Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that (Let's go)
I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Woah)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Sauce it)
Yeah, I pick the bitch up
But I made her walk back (Walk)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, chain gang
Diamonds in my chain hang
Diamonds in my chain swing (Woah)
I'm just tryna maintain (Vroom)
Now I'm talking 'bout the fame (Yeah)
Fucking with my fucking brain (Let's go)
I can go in any lane (Woah)
Tear that bitch up out the frame (Yeah)
Hotbox a Mulsanne (Woah)
I just gotta ventilate (Woah)
I just got a new Range (Woah)
Yeah, it came with different plates
One, two, three, four
Skip the six, skip the eight
Then I skip the shit to ten
Run from 12, and I'm straight
You ain't never reach your day
You can't go where I go, you can't stay where I stay (Stay)
Her nigga in the way
Picked her up in my Rolls (Woah)
She don't know where I stay, fucked that girl on vacay, yeah
[Chorus]
No, she ain't never gon' talk back
Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (Let's go)
Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that
I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Hello? Okay)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Let's go)
Yeah, I pick the bitch up
But I made her walk back (Walk)

[Outro]
Yeah, I picked the bitch up
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Team Rocket[Intro]
Yeah (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way
Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face
Like, uh, girl, you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No)
Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah
Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah)
Money in the way, yeah
Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1]
Getting these hundreds, I count it (I count it)
What you want? Watch me just count it (Yeah)
All of my diamonds outstanding
Don't want to sit on the dick, then just stand bitch (Stand)
Nowadays I'm getting money
Paid a hundred fifty just for a sandwich (What?)
Walk around with the big guns, so lil' nigga, know you cannot jump me
Like, oh no, ho, you can't have my cake (No)
Stepping in Margiela, you can't walk my way
Like, get out my face (Bye)
Diamonds on my teeth, don't talk my way
What do you want with me? (What?)
What do you want with me? (Tell me, tell me)
Kicking her out, see you later (Bye)
Cancel her like Ricki Lake (Cancel)
I was just playing 2K (Damn)
Losing my money, 2K (Damn)
But I got all of this cake (Yeah)
It do not matter to me (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way (Yeah)
Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face (What?)
Like, uh, girl you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No)
Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah
Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money in the way, yeah
Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Uh, what is that all on your waist? (What?)
Goyard that's all on my waist (All on my)
Cartier all on my face (Yeah)
I got the dreads with the fade (I got the dreads with the)
Talking that shit catch a fade (Ayy)
Walking around with the bank (Yeah)
Walking around with the bank, yeah
Walking around with the bank (Bank)
Yeah, I'm alright (Yeah)
Nowadays I feel like I'm alive (Oh)
Yeah, I could've died (I could've, ayy)
I'm the shit, nigga, I got ten wives (Ahahaha)
Yeah, I'm just playing, I got one
What you want? (Like what you want?)
Walk around in Prada jeans with like twenty something (Like twenty something)
I brought two pair of Balmain jeans that's twenty hundreds (Twenty hundreds), yeah (Ayy), yeah
[Chorus]
Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way (Yeah)
Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face (What?)
Like, uh, girl you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No)
Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah
Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money in the way, yeah
Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)

[Outro]
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Celebration Station[Intro]
And I can't do my dance 'cause my pants, they from
They from France
I can't slow this
(I'm working on dying)
Yeah, no, I can't slow it
Fast-paced all the time (Yeah, one, two, three, yeah)

[Chorus]
Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten
She ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstand
I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can't hold my Lam', yes, I own my land
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can't be broke again
Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up
Headshot soak his mans

[Verse 1]
My choppa get hot just like a pan
Knock your headlights just like a ram
I got ten toes and I count up, ten fingers
So I do not need an, um, helping hand
Monopoly crib, I'm movin' again
Got your bitch on me, she groovin' again (Let's go)
Lamborghini just give them a reason to hate
So my niggas shootin' again
My coupe, my roof, drop that shit again
She sucked my dick then she mopped up my friend
No, we do not wanna feel tooth again
When she let me go, I'm on the loose again
She on the molly, she tryna boot again
She ain't even mine, this girl is a lend
I prayed every time when I thought you sinned
I write in my mind, I don't use a pen (Yeah, yeah)
She givin' me time, my watch cost a Lam'
Just give me more time, other watch cost a Benz (Yeah, yeah)
Look at Lil Uzi, he poppin' again
Them niggas, they switchin', they hoppin' again (Yeah)
Look at them niggas, they oppin' again
She give me that top and she sloppin' again (Woah)
Look at his album, it's floppin' again
Not takin' a break, I'm not stoppin' again (Yeah, woah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten (Let's go)
She ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstand (Let's go, let's go)
I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad (Woah, woah)
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can't hold my Lam', yes, I own my land
Stackin' this paper, you know that I get it up
I can't be broke again
Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up
Headshot soak his mans

[Verse 2]
Woah, spent a hundred thousand on a brand new pointer choker (Woah)
Automatic gun's got a motor
I can feel that shit in my shoulder (Woah)
Brand new watch cost a quarter
And you know it's flooded in water
You know every day I'm gettin' older
But I'm young enough for your daughter (Let's go)
And you know my neck is flooded in boulders (Boulders)
Gettin' money, yeah, that's my quota (Quota)
Even though Lil Uzi gettin' older (Older)
Know I'm young enough for your daughter (Yeah)
Every time I'm in my mind, I focus (Woah)
She give me head, hypnosis (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout the love can't hold me (Woah)
Talkin' 'bout the guap can't fold me
Uh, uh, talkin' 'bout "You're mine," no, you don't own me
Yeah, just take your time, and gotta be colder
Yeah, it's on my mind and they just know me (Know me)
Yeah, fast-paced all the time and I can't slow it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten
She ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstand
I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can't hold my Lam', yes, I own my land
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can't be broke again
Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up
Headshot soak his mans (Lil Uzi)

[Outro]
Hello? Hello? Where am I?
I ain't never seen nothing like this, the fuck is all this?
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You Better Move[Intro]
What's happening?
Remember I used to play that pinball game?
Let's go
Lil Uzi Vert
Ooh, you better move (That was before I had Internet)

[Chorus]
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
You better move, you better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes
Pull out my whip on twenty-twos
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird, she gonna swoop
Neck is achoo, might catch the flu
Banana clip straight from the zoo

[Verse 1]
I'm like Mother Goose, if I say shoot, they gonna shoot
No, I'm not sweet, I just got flavor
Don't need no to water to mix up this juice
They say "Why your chain it look like a choker?"
That's for the slaves that had to wear the noose
Uh, no, you can't cuff me, baby, let me loose
The way that I live, baby, that's a roof
Matchin' closet, it came with a pool
Bro moving 8 balls, not no pool
If you ask me his name then I don't have a clue (Woah)
Make 'em hit the folks every time that I shoot
Too much money, I'm evil from the root
Yeah, my shows they bust right through the roof
Saw your crowd at your concert on snooze
I'm a dog, bitch, I howl at the moon
I remember when I didn't have cable
That was back when I used to watch Zoom
[Chorus]
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
You better move, you better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes
Pull out my whip on twenty-twos
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird, she gonna swoop
Neck is achoo, might catch the flu
Banana clip straight from the zoo

[Verse 2]
I live my life like a cartoon
Reality is not my move
I don't know why that girl so rude
Oh, that's 'cause her jeans, they from Rhude
You better have you a real good excuse
He want the smoke, but I don't got a Juul
I'm like Mother Goose, if I say shoot, they gonna shoot
Yu-Gi-Oh, Yu-Gi-Oh, you wanna duel?
Blue-Eyes White Dragon, no, I will not lose
When I hit my dance, got unlimited moves
Countin' twelve thousand and that was by noon
Yeah, step on competition, changin' my shoes
Green shirt, bitch, I'm Steve, where is Blue?
Every chain on I pity a fool
I'm an iPod, man, you more like a Zune
Made her eat on my dick with a spoon, ew
Versace drawers, bitch, you Fruit of the Loom
Yeah, yeah, Fruit of the Loom
[Chorus]
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
You better move, you better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes
Pull out my whip on twenty-twos
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird, she gonna swoop
Neck is achoo, might catch the flu
Banana clip straight from the zoo

[Outro]
Woah
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YSL[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Ike Beatz & Don Cannon]
(DP on the beat)
We gettin' money, man, fuck all that hatin' shit
This nigga trippin'
(Bitch, bitch)
Ayy
Ayy, yo
Why y'all niggas mad?
Bro, Ike, I'm 'bout to go, give me my weed, bro
He gon' start jumpin'
That nigga smokin' gas, that nigga losing his mind
He gon' start jumpin'
He thought I was gonna beat his ass
You know, tell 'em where you from, shorty
I'm from 56, ah
Tell 'em where you from, shorty, over here
5600, nigga, Lansdowne, nigga
I'm talking West Philly, nigga
(That's on West Philly, nigga, you already know it, uh-huh)
You know I'm a—I'm a North Philly nigga
You already know that, man
Rest in peace, my nigga Chico
Rest in peace, my nigga Nine, man
Rest in peace, my nigga Wee
Rest in peace, my nigga Doodot, yeah
And we ain't gon' give these niggas fame but
My nigga Ike had that nigga bitch out in LA
Fuck that bitch
Nigga, I had that nigga bitch in LA, that other nigga bitch
Stop lyin', nigga, you had nobody bitch
On my mama, nigga
[Verse 1]
Just talked to Future, he in Dubai
We not there yet but I got my whole damn crew high
Put Spiky and Ike in Dior, yeah, that suit tie
Ike smilin' like, "No more, I don't gotta move dimes"
Boy, you better have a lot of patience, yeah
'Cause you can't move time
I was just with my grandma sleeping on futons
Give her what she want 'cause deep down scared to lose her
She asked for five racks and I give her that two times
Yeah, I give her that two times
Doin' good for yourself, they wanna shoot ya
Stop tryna finesse me out my mula (Yeah)
I don't go nowhere without my ruler
(DP on the beat)

[Chorus]
Ruler (Yeah, yeah)
Ruler (Whoa)
Ruler (Huh?)
Ruler (Bah)
Ruler (Ooh, yeah)
Ruler (What?)
Ruler
Ruler
Ruler (Bah-bah)
Ruler (Bah)
Ruler (Yeah)
Ruler (What?)
Ruler (Hey, hey)
Ruler (Hey)
That's why I don't go nowhere without my ruler
[Verse 2]
In Vegas I stay at Venetian with a cougar
She talk to me when she right on her knees
Said, "I can't believe I blew ya"
That girl, she like to come kick it with me
'Cause her boyfriend is a loser
Making sound effects, I hit from the back
Yeah, she got me just like, "Ooh, yeah" (Woo)
I started gettin' this money, I guess you can call it new racks (Yeah)
Countin' them blue stacks
Yeah, that's them blue racks
Yeah, that's them blue racks
Yeah, that's them blue racks
Yeah, feels so good when you can do that
That's my old whip, come to my new shop (Skrrt)
Got a red drop (Yeah)
Got a blue drop (What?)
Got a red dot
Got a blue dot
I can't be the shooter right now 'cause I'm smoking moon rock

[Chorus]
Ruler (Yeah, yeah)
Ruler (Whoa)
Ruler (Huh?)
Ruler (Bah)
Ruler (Ooh, yeah)
Ruler (What?)
Ruler
Ruler
(DP on the beat)
Ruler (Bah, bah)
Ruler (Bah)
Ruler (Yeah)
Ruler (What?)
Ruler (Hey, hey)
Ruler (Hey)
That's why I don't go nowhere without my ruler27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dip (Remix)[Intro]
Hit that ho like 10K, uh

[Chorus]
You not my homie, no, no, no (No, no, no)
You not my homie, you do not know me
Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian (Wah, huh)
I get the guap, nigga you know it (Woah)
I got a Glock, it got a stick (Woah)
It got a mop, like a custodian (Woah)
I got the sauce, you could just soak in it (Woah, woah)
I got the sweet aromatic with dope in it (Woah)
My paint is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it (Woah, woah)
I went in Gucci, and I'm closing it (Woah)
I went in Louis, and I'm closing it
You went in Prada, and you stole from it (Yeah)
Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it
Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (Grra-kada-boom)

[Refrain]
Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander
I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta (I got you)
Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (Woah)
Gucci my seam and my pocket got four 'nanas
B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Santana
Only thing Burberry probably my bandana
Audemar P., so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
Fuck them girls together, make 'em just can-can it
Them girls was nasty, enjoyed every damn minute
Ball on a portable court with the sand in it
Everything clear in the port when I land in it
[Interlude]
She said "I want you, you, you, you and you"
She said "I want Rock, Mean and Stizzy too"
Pulled up to the block, I got the same Gucci as you
Slime disease, I snot, achoo (Ooh)

[Refrain]
Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander
I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta (I got you)
Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (Woah)
Gucci my seam and my pocket got four 'nanas
B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Santana
Only thing Burberry probably my bandana
Audemar P., so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
Fuck them girls together, make 'em just can-can it
Them girls was nasty, enjoyed every damn minute
Ball on a portable court with the sand in it
Everything clear in the port when I land in it

[Verse]
I heard in your hood that you not the man in it
Try come around and your ass will get jammed in it
Bentley seats look like the strawberry jam in it (What?)
I got the one with the cam in it
Balmain my jeans, pull the zipper and her hand in it
Move your hand over cause I got my fan in it
You might hit the trigger, shit'll go blam in it
Chanel on my neck, the one with the clam in it
Got a old Hellcat but engine got Lamb in it
Rubber band man, but your ass do not got no bands in it
Never been pussy, any problem handle it
Light your ass up and we probably get your candle lit
Double CC and that shit on my sandal, bitch
Pull up, big B and this shit some outlandish shit
New little bitch, I don't think she can handle it
She give me head like my motherfucking dandruff itch
I got the vision (Woo), all the shit I saw I swear I need counseling
Keep talking shit then my niggas gon' cancel
Sip on that Faygo, I had to give the Fanta up
Yuh, that shit was hard (How hard?)
Like a 12 year old just tryna give Santa up
Black and white diamonds, boy, gotta get that panda up
I'm rocking bear, so you better give that salmon up
[Chorus]
You not my homie, no, no, no (No, no, no)
You not my homie, you do not know me
Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian (Wah, huh)
I get the guap, nigga you know it (Woah)
I got a Glock, it got a stiff (Woah)
It got a mop, like a custodian (Woah)
I got the sauce, you could just soak in it (Woah, woah)
I got the sweet aromatic with dope in it (Woah)
My Patek is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it (Woah, woah)
I went in Gucci, and I'm closing it (Woah)
I went in Louis, and I'm closing it
You went in Prada, and you stole from it (Yeah)
Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it
Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (Grra-kada-boom)
You not my homie, no, no, no (No, no, no)
You not my homie, you do not know me
Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian (Wah, huh)
I get the guap, nigga you know it (Woah)
I got a Glock, it got a stiff (Woah)
It got a mop, like a custodian (Woah)
I got the sauce, you could just soak in it (Woah, woah)
I got the sweet aromatic with dope in it (Woah)
My paint is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it (Woah, woah)
I went in Gucci, and I'm closing it (Woah)
I went in Louis, and I'm closing it
You went in Prada, and you stole from it (Yeah)
Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it
Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (Grra-kada-boom)
[Outro]
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Early 20 Rager[Intro]
(Uh)
Why you hatin'? (Yeah) Ayy
Boy, you hatin' (Yeah), ayy
Boy, you fakin' (Yeah), ayy
Boy, you fakin' (Yeah), ayy
Yeah! (Huh?)
Ayy, tell me, ayy, why you hatin'
(That be Maaly Raw)

[Chorus]
Wait, wait, wait, wait (Yeah)
Wait, wait, wait (Huh?)
Chop it up off the plate (What?)
How long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah)
Half-baked, want the face (Huh?)
Do no date (What?)
Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake (Uh, yeah)
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait (What?)
Chop it up off the plate (Ayy)
How long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah)
Half-baked, want the face (Huh?)
Do no date
Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake
[Verse 1]
Nowadays I get like 80K a show (Ayy)
Now at 50 shows straight from my tour
Run it up, run it up
Fuck your bitch, made her play double-dutch
Hit from the back, fuck her stomach up
Cheerios, lick on my honey nuts
Nowadays I get like 80K a show (Ayy)
Now at 50 shows straight from my tour
Run it up (Yeah), run it up
Fuck your bitch, made her play double-dutch
Hit from the back, fuck her stomach up
Cheerios, lick on my honey nuts (Yeah)
Fuck your girl on cam (Yeah)
GoPro (Yeah)
That's 'cause she a ho
Lil Uzi, I hope you prepared for the ride
Fuck your girl on cam, GoPro
That's 'cause she a ho
Diamonds all on my fingers, diamonds all on her toes
Fucking R&B singers, I got R&B hoes

[Chorus]
Wait, wait, wait, wait (Yeah)
Wait, wait, wait (Huh?)
Chop it up off the plate (What?)
How long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah)
Half-baked, want the face (Huh?)
Do no date (What?)
Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake (Uh, yeah)
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait (What?)
Chop it up off the plate (Ayy)
How long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah)
Half-baked, want the face (Huh?)
Do no date
Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake
[Verse 2]
Feel like Triple-Six Mafia, all I see is demons
That bitch ain't on a boat, all she see is semen
400 dollars for a brand-new Gucci beanie
Whippin' up the pasta, eat it up like it's linguini (Yeah)
Oops, I flexed, I'm sorry, I ain't even mean it (Ayy)
Oops, I flexed, I'm sorry, I ain't even mean it (Nah)
See it then I get it, if I want it, already have it (Woo)
Diamonds on my Rollie, AP flooded like a Patek
I knew that I (Yeah)
I wouldn't make up
Time is racin' (Ayy)
I had patience (Uh)
I wear, yeah, Cartier, these ain't Ray-Bans (Ayy)
Why you fakin'? (Ayy)
Why you hatin'?

[Chorus]
Wait, wait, wait, wait (Yeah)
Wait, wait, wait (Huh?)
Chop it up off the plate (What?)
How long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah)
Half-baked, want the face (Huh?)
Do no date (What?)
Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake (Uh, yeah)
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait (What?)
Chop it up off the plate (Ayy)
How long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah)
Half-baked, want the face (Huh?)
Do no date
Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake
[Outro]
Ayy, tell me, ayy, why you hatin'
Fuck your girl on cam (Ayy)
GoPro (Ayy)
That's 'cause she a ho (Ayy)
Diamonds all on my fingers (Ayy)
Diamonds all on her toes (Ayy)
Fucking R&B singers (Ayy)
I got R&B singers (Hoes)
I got R&B singers (Hoes, yeah)
I got R&B singers (Hoes, yeah)
I got R&B singers (Hoes)
I got R&B singers (Hoes, ayy)
I got R&B singers (Hoes, ayy)
I got R&B singers (Hoes)
I got R&B singers (Hoes, yeah)
I got R&B singers (Hoes)
I got R&B singers (Hoes)
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You’re Lost[Intro]
Know I had to tell my girl
This ain't that
Woah, I don't want you back (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, I'm just counting racks
Yeah, the money won't bring her back (It won't)
Yeah, and I just want her back
Want her back (I want her back)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, say you made your money backflip you lyin'
Skrrt-skrrt, big Lambo' now I'm drivin'
Give her the D, yeah, she fight it
Yeah, she turn around and she like it
Woah slide on it, ride on it
Turn around girl, bite on it
Diamond chain, you can shine a light on it
I hit your girl, yeah, it's tight homie
I'm so fly you fly a kite on me
Stand on my money, got some height on me
Yeah, no that is not my homie
I said no that is not my homie

[Chorus]
I was in Miami with my old homies
Fucked on your girl when she got lonely
[Verse 2]
Skrrt-skrrt
Yeah, my car, it go skrrt-skrrt
Might fuck around and buy a new one
Cowboy status, walk with two guns, yeah
Wait, hold up (Hold up)
Diamonds all on my teeth, it look sunny (Yeah)
I'ma walk through the game 'til I run it (Til I run it)
I just left out the bank with a hundred, yeah (Wait, wait, wait, a hundred thousand? Yeah)
I know she was with you some time ago (What?)
She left you 'cause, um, boy, so broke
Boy, you a joke (Yeah, yeah)
Boy, you a hoax
She got with a boss 'cause, boy, you a ho (Um, yeah, um, yeah)
Yeah, he ain't got no money
I swear that that boy be doin' that most
He say he gon' get me touched (He lying)
Tryna put on a show
Talkin' that he gotta go
Thirty K that for the low
Everybody be quiet, yeah (Shhh)
Gotta keep the blinds closed (Why?)
Who that knockin' at my door (What?)
Runnin' out the back door
Saint Laurent cost a Yeezy (Yeah)
Remember life wasn't easy (It wasn't)
Remember girls didn't need me (What?)
Now they beggin' just to meet me (Bye)
Bad girl from Waikiki (Yeah)
And she wetter than a squeegee (Yeah)
Long legs just like Dee Dee (Yuh)
Lil' nigga just like Dexter (Yuh)
But she know that I'ma flex her (Huh?)
And you know I'ma finesse her
Young nigga gettin' money
Girl are you up? (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I was in Miami with my old homies
Fucked on your girl when she got lonely18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Trap This Way (This Way)[Verse 1]
Can't no nigga get me out my zone (Yeah)
Better watch your girl, better keep her close (Lil Uzi)
'Cause when she with me, never say no (Okay)
When I hit the stage, I'm an animal (Yeah)
Yeah, ayy
When I hit the stage, I'm an animal (Yeah)
No I cannot stop, man, I'm in my mode (No)
I'ma stack it up, I'ma get this dough (Yeah)
I'ma clap it up, she gon' drop it low (Low)
I'ma throw these ones, I'ma throw some more (More)
I'ma throw these ones, I'ma throw some more (More)
Hit it on the rug, hit it on the floor
But that girl not mine so I'm still alone (Lone)
But that girl not mine so I'm still alone (Lone)
Said she's DTF for tickets to the show (Yeah)
Yeah, I have it my way when I'm on the road (Woah)

[Chorus]
She know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy)
We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah)
We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?)
Bitch, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist straight
You know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy)
We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah)
We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?)
We got all the guns, don't come this way (What?)
[Verse 2]
Come on, drop it real low for a real nigga (Real nigga)
Drop it real low for a real nigga (Real nigga)
Come on, baby, I'ma spend these mils with you (Mils with you)
Know you fuck with him, but still fuck with you (Woah)
You got that water, so I'm still stuck with you (Splash)
Make it vibrate seven-hundred thirty minutes (Yeah)
Make it vibrate seven-hundred thirty minutes (Huh)
Make it vibrate seven-hundred thirty minutes (Huh)
She gon' keep on goin', oh, no that girl, she ain't finished (Yeah)
(Man, she threw her coochie on me, then I'm right up in it)
Gucci on me, head-to-toe, I swear this shit is linen
Never mind them haters, you know I'ma keep on spendin'

[Chorus]
She know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy)
We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah)
We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?)
Bitch, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist straight
You know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy)
We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah)
We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?)
We got all the guns, don't come this way (What?)

[Verse 3]
Uh, throw it up, make it rain, yeah
In the club, plug from Medellin, yeah
I heard that they icy, I got better bling, yeah (Better bling)
I put VVSs in my brand new ring (Yeah, yeah)
Okay, plus one, flawless, flawless in my brand-new chain (Yeah)
Baby, drop it low just for this little change (Okay)
To you, that change, it is something, to me, not a thing
I might pull up, double cup, but I'm not sippin' lean (Hey)
I put molly in my cup and it's still Easter pink
Man, she got me in a daze, takin' all my cheese
She keep goin' in my zippers of my Balmain jeans (True)
I can't hit 'em by the ones, do it by the threes (Yeah), yeah
[Chorus]
She know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy)
We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah)
We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?)
Bitch, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist straight
You know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy)
We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah)
We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?)
We got all the guns, don't come this way (What?)25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ready Set Go (VLone)[Intro]
(Vlone)
Boy, you too slow
(Vlone)
Yeah, yeah, ayy
(Vlone Thug)
Boy, you too slow, yeah, what? Ayy
(Vlone)
Boy, you too slow
(Vlone, Vlone thug)
Ready, set, go, hey, hey, hey, ayy, yeah
(Vlone, Vlone, Vlone thug)
Yeah, yeah
(Vlone)
Ready, set, go
(Vlone, Vlone thug)

[Verse 1]
Ready, set, go, um, yeah (Ready, set, go)
Gotta give credit to God but I did this on my own, um, yeah
Playboi Carti, what's your religion? He said it's Vlone (Vlone, Vlone)
I swear I'm vlone
When I get older I swear I die alone (Die alone, die alone)
And on the real, don't nobody really wanna die alone (No)
And they really hatin' on me to get me out my zone
But they can not get me out my zone (No), hey
Work her brain like it's mind control (Yeah)
We gon' make it rain, tell 'em bring some more (Bring some more)
Lambo in the rain, yeah, I lost control (Yeah, yeah)
Hit the front light and I smashed the door (Yeah, yeah)
And I looked down, still got my dough (What? What?)
Whew, neck on freeze, AP wrist on froze
Yeah, swag OD and your lil' bitch know it
Oh Vet' my Ts, Raf Ricky from Dover (Yeah, what?)
Got a centerpiece hanging on the chopper with the shoulder
Diamonds on my teeth
[Chorus]
Ready, set, go, um, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta give credit to God but I did it on my own, um, yeah
Got a bad chick on my side and you know she gon' roll (Hey)
Know I gotta stay on my toes
Ready, set, go, only thing that I know
Ready, set, go, hey, hey
Ready, set, go, wait
Ready, set, go, ayy, ayy
Ready, set, go, wait
Ready, set, go, yeah, hey
Ready, set, go, wait
Ready, set, go, hey, yeah
Ready, set, go, hey (What?)
Ready, set, go, ayy

[Verse 2]
That's your new girl? Yeah, had her last week
Felt like yesterday, what a fast week
Don't want to treat Brittany like Ashley (No)
Yeah, treated her cool if you ask me (What?)
Yeah, but that's only if you ex me
Found out she was cheating, what a bad dream
Bad dream, fighting through a bad dream
(That girl ain't want me, now she wanna let me, ayy)
Wanna caress me, now she wanna sex me
Tell that girl that I'm sorry, I'm already married
Yeah, straight to the money (Yeah)
Make her tear up like onions, yeah
She take D just like Sunny, yeah
Swing from trees like a monkey, yeah
Want that tail like a pony
Want that tail like a horse
Pull that phone with my Rick Owens
Tell that girl, "One call, I'm on it"
Gotta watch the snake like a boa
Getting money, you know it
Make it rain and you know it
So much I need a mop
[Chorus]
Ready, set, go, um, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta give credit to God but I did it on my own, um, yeah
Got a bad chick on my side and you know she gon' roll (Hey)
Know I gotta stay on my toes
Ready, set, go, only thing that I know
Ready, set, go, hey, hey
Ready, set, go, wait
Ready, set, go, ayy, ayy
Ready, set, go, wait
Ready, set, go, yeah, hey
Ready, set, go, wait
Ready, set, go, hey, yeah
Ready, set, go, hey (What?)
Ready, set, go, ayy

[Outro]
Vlone, boy is you slow
Vlone, boy is you slow
Vlone, Vlone Thug
Ready, set, go
Vlone, Vlone Thug
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All My Chains[Intro]
Monster's gon' tear it up

[Chorus]
On her face Neutrogena, ayy
Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy
Got my nina, damn
Got my other nina, damn
On the block with all my chains on (Chains on)
On the block with all my rings on (All my rings on)
On her face Neutrogena, ayy
Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy
Got my nina, damn
Got my other nina, damn
On the block with all my chains on (Chains on)
On the block with all my rings on (All my rings on)
On her face Neutrogena, damn
Bad bitch look like Tina, damn
I got nina, damn
Got my other nina, damn
On the block with all my chains on
On the block with all my rings on

[Verse 1]
This a fly trap nigga theme song, ayy, ayy
This a fly trap nigga theme song, ayy, ayy
Damn, I got the A.P.C. jeans
Damn, rockin' the Givenchy jeans
Damn, got your bitch all on my dick
Damn, no I do not rock no wings
Damn, Alexander to the Wang
Damn, Alexander to McQueen
Yeah, you rockin' New 7 Jeans
No, we rockin' NM Joe Jeans
No, I'm rockin' them Balmain jeans
Ayy, got your bitch all on my team
Damn, cause Lil Uzi he is so clean
Damn, and I'm still off of that lean
Damn, I am so RSVP
Damn, when I'm in RSVP
Damn, what the fuck do you got on?
Damn, you cannot walk with me
Damn, if the belt is not Goyard
You cannot um talk to me (Yuh)
All these models stalking me (Yuh)
Takin' bars and Double G's (Yuh)
[Chorus]
On her face Neutrogena, ayy
Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy
Got my nina, damn
Got my other nina, damn
On the block with all my chains on
On the block with all my rings on
On her face Neutrogena, ay
Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy
Got my nina, damn
Got my other nina, damn
On the block with all my chains on
On the block with all my rings on

[Verse 2]
Lookin' at my Rollie bitch
I ain't got the time, uh
Smoking on big ganja
Oh you like my style, huh?
All these damn diamonds
Kicking like they Ronda
Climb up bitch inside her
Ayy, Jewish bitch eating the Latka
Ayy, I rock the Bape with the Tommy
Ayy, I fuck that bitch with no condom
Ayy, pill blue like Lilo and Stich
Ayy, run to the money like Sonic
Lil Uzi, when you resigning
Play basketball in Margiela
Must admit I am the shit like colonics
Winter time find some chinchilla
I am all white gold, I'm diamond grillin'
Damn, I was all on that bitch mental
Damn, that bitch gave me all that dental
Lil Uzi sharp like a pencil
Damn, I stack my money and triple
Damn, nut on her mouth and her nipple
Damn, bitch you be lucky I grip you
Damn, bitch you be lucky I hit you
[Chorus]
On her face Neutrogena, ayy
Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy
Got my nina, damn
Got my other nina, damn
On the block with all my chains on (Chains on)
On the block with all my rings on (All my rings on)
On her face Neutrogena, ayy
Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy
Got my nina, damn
Got my other nina, damn
On the block with all my chains on (Chains on)
On the block with all my rings on (All my rings on)74EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money Mitch[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
Yeah, what? Yeah, yeah
Yeah, what? Yeah

[Verse 1]
All your jewelry look funny
All your bitches look funny
All your money look funny
No big-face hundreds (Hey)
Yeah, Lil Uzi, huh, 1600 (Huh, huh)
Yeah, crib look like the Playboy mansion, got sixteen bunnies (Ayy)
Yeah, I'm the lover
Yeah, do what I wanna
Yeah, don't cop from that nigga right there 'cause he is a undie (12)
Yeah, 'member they ain't love me
Now these girls wanna hug me
Only said that 'cause their boyfriends listenin' but these girls wanna fuck me
Yeah, got the 'Rari
Saw the Wraith, run it (Skrrt)
Run it, run it (Yeah)
Run it (Yeah), run it, yeah
Now I'm on top of the game, I remember I was nothing (What?)
If I talk to you, girl, man, I swear you lucky
Ooh, swim in it
Ooh, let me touch it
Turn around, girl, let me bust it (Woo)
Running back, running back, rush it
Yeah, in Atlanta (In Atlanta)
Like I'm TJ Duckett (What?)
Dior suit
Take the arm and I cuff it (Ayy)
Trust no one for nothing (No)
Run up and they bust it (Bow)
Take Xans 'til I stumble (Woo)
Full bars, now I punt 'em
Look, she brung her friends, they wanna tumble (Yeah)
Talk to mines in the huddle
All my niggas, they some savages (Yeah)
You could leave 'em in the jungle (Jungle)
You could leave 'em in the desert (Yeah)
They some dogs, need a muzzle
Baby girl, turn around
I do not wanna cuddle (No)
Damn, you wet like a puddle, yeah
Said, you wet like a puddle, yeah
And I'm feelin' myself, what?
On a molly and an edible
Now your life is ahead of you (Yeah)
No one is ahead of you (No)
Mike Tyson, I'm impeccable (Yeah)
Man, I swear that's what this bread'll do (What?)
Yeah (Huh?)
Man, I swear that's what this bread'll do (Money, money)
She took me in the backroom, said, "See what this head'll do" (Huh)
[Chorus]
Run it, run it (Run it)
Bitch, run it
Hundred thousand in jewelry, yeah
Told my jeweler run it, ayy
Why you keep talking 'bout money? (What?)
Boy, you ain't got no money (No)
Why you keep on sneak-dissing? (Yeah)
Boy, I am not no dummy (No)

[Verse 2]
Got a white bitch, her name Connie (Yeah)
Slide in the Lam' like a Johnny (Skrrt)
In LA TMZ run up on me, kicking the cam like karate
Yeah, in a Porsche
She in a Masi (Vroom)
She got pictures of me when I was sleep
Said she want fifteen thousand
Run it, run it (Bitch)
Run it, run it (Stupid bitch)
Once I pay that money, ayy
Lil' bitch you is a done-ya, ayy
Big gun like I'm huntin', yeah
My cousin was choppin' them onions, yeah
Move that shit straight out the oven (Yeah)
Went on the block, made a hundred (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, went on the block, made a hundred (Yeah)
Hundred thousand (Whoa)
All of my niggas, they wildin' (Yeah)
I'm a Vlone thug, that's why I'm stylish (Yeah)
My main girl, I swear that she in college
She give me brain, that's how I get knowledge (Huh)
In that studio rocking that Alyx (Yeah)
Yeah, smokin' gas got me high like a pilot (Huh)
Met a girl and she worked at that Follies
Met a girl that work at Magic City (City)
Yeah, the girl at Follies, she got the titties
The girl at Magic, she got the body
On the real neither one of them fit me (Uh)
Yeah, neither one of these girls get me, yeah
They only with me 'cause I got these hundreds and these fifties, yeah (What?)
Lil Uzi don't move with no twenties (No way)
Yeah, funny thing is that you really don't move with money (Yeah)
You still move with them tens and them fives (Yeah)
You still move with those nickels and dimes (What?)
You took that girl to, um, meet your mom (What?)
But I fucked that girl right on the come
Put them girls all in a line
Boy, I'm not lyin'
Please do not get out of line
I am a Leo like lion (Huh)
[Chorus]
Run it, run it (Run it)
Bitch, run it (Yeah)
Hundred thousand in jewelry
Told my jeweler run it
Why you keep talking 'bout money?
Boy, you ain't got no money
Why you keep on sneak dissing?
Boy, I am not no dummy (No)
Yeah, got the 'Rari
Saw the Wraith, run it
Run it, run it
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Malfunction[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone (No)
They don't wanna miss the show (No, no)
It’s funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go (Go)
Seems to be over
Now it seems to be over (Damn)
Yeah, it seems to be over (Out of time)
Now it seems to be over

[Verse 1]
They know she's mine 'cause I rule her (Yeah)
She says he does fine but I’m cooler (I'm so cool)
I got way more diamonds than your jeweler (Bling blaow)
All my girls dress like they work at Hooters (Yeah)
First I get my racks and then I backpack (Lil Uzi)
No, I don't subtract, I might just add that (Sheesh)
Did it on my own, no, you can't tax that (Slime)
This that under the table, you can't track that (Pay no mind)

[Refrain]
Put money your head and I move with the bread
But I do not need a toaster
Diamond, water, I'm the boatster (Yeah)
Pull up right there in the roadster
She ain't want me, I was so hurt (What?)
I was broke just like Joe Dirt (Huh?)
Where you from, throw it up, nigga
I'm from the lowest part of Earth (Yeah)
[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone (No)
They don’t wanna miss the show (No, no)
It’s funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go (Go)
Seems to be over
Now it seems to be over (Damn)
Yeah, it seems to be over (Out of time)
Now it seems to be over

[Verse 2]
Over you, yeah (Yeah)
I got two so you know that I can't lose, yeah (I can’t lose)
Move with my savages, you know my boys gon' shoot, yeah (They gon' shoot)
Came to the club on my solo tryna groove, yeah (Yeah)
Just keep on walking, it is nothing just to prove, yeah (Prove)
Who, him? His diamonds fake, and he can't fool us (I see it)
You know it’s Christian Dior all up on my shoes, yeah (Yeah)
White stripes on the arm of my Thom Browne suit (Woah)
You know I pull up and I got my tool tucked (Bah)
You know that I don't go nowhere without my ruler (.30)
You know everything that I said was for the mula (Yeah)
I swear that me and your love's dead, called the movers (Bye-bye)

[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone (No)
They don't wanna miss the show (No, no)
It's funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go (Go)
Seems to be over
Now it seems to be over (Damn)
Yeah, it seems to be over (Out of time)
Now it seems to be over
[Refrain]
Put money your head and I move with the bread
But I do not need a toaster
Diamond, water, I'm the boatster
Pull up right there in the roadster
She ain't want me, I was so hurt
I was broke just like Joe Dirt
Where you from, throw it up, nigga
I'm from the lowest part of Earth

[Outro]
I told that girl I pull up her skirt
I am so hot that I don't wear no shirt
Talk about me, you fuck around, get murked
Reject your bitch with my dick when she jerk
I hit it first, Lil Uzi Vert
Know I stay on alert
Know I stay on alert
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Boring Shit[Intro]
I can be anything
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look, it's in a book (Uh)
I can be anything
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look, it's in a book (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Nowadays these niggas got tellin' ways
She liked me when I was broke, now I am hella paid
Gettin' more money than that nigga that's sellin' weight
I can not hear y'all, loud radio, heavy bass
I get dough, pastries like I'm sellin' cake
Smoke gas 'til I levitate
You ain't never smoke that Jet Fuel (Yeah)
I got that from Uncle Snoop, yeah
I kept that shit 175, yeah, like seven quarters (What?)
I fuck so much that I probably got like seven daughters
Boy, you move too quick just like a rabbit
Run the game like tortoise
Fuck her to the morning
I think I'm immortal
I think I'm an alien that got sent straight down from a portal (Yeah)
Touch it from the back
And I swear that I won't record you (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, I'm not normal
Baby, I'm not normal (No way)
They don't like us because we not normal (No way)
We can do anything and I won't bore you
It don't matter to you but you know I can afford you
You rub on that amethyst, you know I can't ignore you
Watchin' Steven Universe, that's one hell of a story
You got guts, no glory, yeah (Oh)
You got guts, no glory
You got guts, no glory
[Bridge]
Whoa
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look, it's in a book

[Verse 2]
I could build your confidence as you build mine
You like me, I will love you always until the end of time
It seems like that I'm always on that thin line (What?)
Like 808s & Heartbreak, Kanye with a little hentai
Samurai Jack on a journey, on my lonely, always rockin' Vetements
They asked me can I rap, man, can I?
But I chose to be a sharp shooter like Chris Benoit
Drivin' in that Lamb', I remember when my mom took me to PennDOT
Fucked a girl from Sweden then I sent her ass to Denmark
Fucked a girl from LA and I left her ass right there
Of course you rock with me 'cause I just came out this year (Yeah)
But I'ma see if you really fuck with me if you listening next year (Yeah)
Countin' all my bands up
Go ahead, throw your hands up
Throw your— (Yeah), yeah
Go ahead throw your hands up
Mad because their—
Mad because their only chance up
[Outro]
Oh yeah, it's in a book, yeah
(Yeah, your only chance up)
Yeah
(And I really did it)
Know I really did it
(Yeah, I really did it)
Take a look here, it's in a book
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Bust Me[Chorus]
I remember she said fuck me, now that girl wanna fuck me (Yeah)
Lambo' truck, I remember I used to be dusty (Woah)
Every month, I go to the jeweler, tell Elliot to flood me
Factory on my watch, make your aftermarket say, "Please tuck me"
Old nigga had that watch since 2001, that bitch got rusty
She took SEPTA to my block, she said, "Uzi, can you bus me?" (Yeah)
I was off a Perc', took so long, she started rush me (Yeah)
And when you got this type of money, you are never ugly (At all)

[Interlude]
Woah, okay (Wait, where am I?)
(Bugz on the beat)

[Verse 1]
No, I do not trust 'em, no, I do not trust 'em (No)
She say that she love me, also say she love him (Woah)
Yeah, she must be geeked up, illegal substance
She is not a keeper, got her from my cousin
She was on my phone line (Yeah), steady bustin'
Now she wanna slow grind, she said I was nothin'
Hurt me with them closed eyes (Woah), know she salty (Let's go)
And I wear my clothes tight like I'm David Ruffin
Handcuffed, that's a no-no, you can't cuff me (Yeah)
I can't do no one-on-one, I'm not with no stuck shit (No, no, no)
[Refrain]
I won't lose, you can't win
I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy (Ayy)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz (Skrrt)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz, yeah
Three hundred for a two-door Benz (Skrrt)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz (Vroom)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz
I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy

[Verse 2]
They know that I'm the shit, let me sit, please don't flush me
These niggas want me to slip, want me to trip, they wanna hurt me
But I'm ridin' 'round with some shit, it got a stick, it got a front piece
I was with my Irish bitch, she said, "Uzi, you so lucky," yeah

[Refrain]
I won't lose, you can't win (Yeah)
I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy
Three hundred for a two-door Benz (Yeah)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz, yeah

[Bridge]
One, two, three, four of your friends
She said, "Uzi, can you pay my rent?"
Save your money, bitch, that's money well spent
Cartiers, I can't see you through the tint
[Chorus]
I remember she said fuck me, now that girl wanna fuck me (Yeah)
Lambo' truck, I remember I used to be dusty (Woah)
Every month, I go to the jeweler, tell Elliot to flood me
Factory on my watch, make your aftermarket say, "Please tuck me"
Old nigga had that watch since 2001, that bitch got rusty
She took SEPTA to my block, she said, "Uzi, can you bus me?" (Yeah)
I was off a Perc', took so long, she started rush me (Yeah)
And when you got this type of money, you are never ugly (At all)

[Outro]
What the fuck? Wait, what?
Wait, what?
Yo? Yo?
Where are they going? Wait
Wait, so
You gotta hit that button right there
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Grow Up[Chorus]
She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up
Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil')
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up
Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil')
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up
Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil')
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)

[Verse 1]
(Lil Uzi!)
Yeah, no cake
In your pockets, no cake
In your pockets, no bank
No big bank, you ain't
Got no wallet, no bank
In your what?
I got bank in my pocket, no hoes
On your roster, you niggas, y'all is imposters
Yeah, kicked it one time with your girl
And I swear we play soccer
Damn, I do not keep her
Hey, 'cause that girl, she is a bopper
Yeah, pass her right to my friend Zay
Yeah, I turn that girl to a hopper
Hey, she jump on top in the back
Hey, I told that girl she a topper
Hey, Alexander and McQueen
Yeah, pants so clean they look like some Dockers
Ride it four stroke and I crank the Dorado
This shit so sturdy I wheelie through potholes
Somewhere in the Philippines
Yeah my new girl, she look just like a model
Don't know if she feelin' me
Oh she really, I'm just chasin' it
[Chorus]
She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up
Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil')
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up
Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil')
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up(oh well)

[Verse 2]
Why do these boys hate?
Oooh, yeah, but they don't know me
Yeah, ballin' like Kobe (I'm ballin')
Yeah, flooded my Rollie, yeah
Diamonds on solar
Diamonds got colder
Other words: diamonds got polar
Chopper on shoulder
Got range like Rover (woah)
If she don't wanna stay I won't hold her (I won't)
But first better give me brain 'til your throat hurt (yeah)
I'm young enough for your daughter
Young enough for your daughter
Yeah, diamonds look like water
The water in Bora Bora (hey)
Got money all on the floor
My baby galore, she look like Laura
Yeah, had to cut her off, feelin' like Zoro
I'm just playin', I'll see her tomorrow (I'll see her)
Yeah my diamonds hittin' like stars
Yeah my diamonds hittin' like stars
24 karat, see in the dark
Yeah, last night it was dark (hey)
Had your girl in my car
Didn't make it to my crib, that thing, it was parked
Yeah, I hit that thing in the park (ooh)
Yeah, heard her last man was a narc
Yeah, he really don't got no heart
Yeah, sabre my tooth like a shark
[Chorus]
She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up
Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil')
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up
Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil')
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Original Uzi (4 of Us)[Chorus]
Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah)
Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?)
That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah)
My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah)
Four of us, four of us (That be Maaly Raw)
Four of us, four of us

[Verse 1]
Cuban wrist, now I'm colder, ayy (Yeah)
Diamonds on me, now I'm colder, ayy (What?)
Gettin' money so I'm older, ayy
Gettin' paper, now I'm bolder, ayy (Wait)
Jump in a GTR, yeah (Skrr)
Drive it, drive it like you stole it, what? (Yeah)
Fuck that bitch, hit record, yeah (Wait)
Flash on so she know it (Yeah)
She know it, she know it
She know it
Di–diamonds so big in the Rollie (What?)
Jump in my whip, do a donut
Cop behind me, I won't slow up (Skrr)
Takin' Xanax 'til I throw up (Ugh)
Where you from, nigga? Um, throw it up (Where?)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah), four of us (Yeah)
Four of us (Yeah), four of us (Yeah)
Four of us (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Nigga, I tucked the burner (Bow)
Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her
That be that bye bye birdie (Huh)
My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (What?)

[Verse 2]
Drinkin' that clean like dirty (Yeah)
Yeah, huh, wait...
Skrr!
Pull up that whip with curtain (Yeah)
Pull up that whip with curtains (Yeah)
When it rain, you know that umbrella right in the door (Yeah)
Fuck with your girl, she like water (Yeah)
No, I do not wanna keep her, ayy (Yeah)
That be the end of the story (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Nig–nigga, I tucked the burner (What?)
Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (Yeah)
That be that bye bye birdie (What?)
My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (What?)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah)
Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?)
That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah)
My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Four of us (Four of us), yeah
[Verse 3]
My pockets, they stick out like a brick (What?)
Your pockets, yeah, they light like a feather (Pff)
Yeah, I don't cheat (What?)
Me and my girl fuck bitches together (Yeah)
I wear jackets no matter the weather (Yeah)
Rockin' red Balmain leather (Huh)
I be thinkin' life is a set up (Yeah)
'Bout to go out with Beretta
Huh, yeah
Got a pole out and it's metal (Ayy)
You'll get popped just like kettle (Ayy)
But I want World Peace like Metta (Yeah)
Wait, countin' cheese, that's that feta (Yeah)
She a light-skin when I'm redder (yeah)
Wait, that's your bitch? Nigga, better get her
'Cause my picture all on her header (Huh)
On Twitter (On Twitter), on Twitter (On Twitter)
On Twitter (Yeah), on Twitter
Better get your bitch, nigga, I'll rip her (I rip her)
Had her up on my bed then I flipped her (Yeah)
Yeah, wet like flipper (Uh)
Yeah, wet like dippers (Uh)
What? In my slippers (Yeah)
Yeah, did I mention? (What?)
Yeah, now she wet (Wet)
What?
She get attached then I clip it (Huh)
Rick Owen boots with the zippers (Yeah)
Okay, you hip but I'm hipper (I'm hipper, I'm hip)
Shoot with that missile, won't miss you (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
She suck my dick then go kiss you (Yeah)
On the real, that is the issue (What?), yeah
[Chorus]
Nigga, I tucked the burner (What?)
Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (Yeah)
That be that bye bye birdie (What?)
My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (What?)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah)
Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?)
That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah)
My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
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Secure the Bag[Intro]
Oh (Bugz on the beat)
Oh, what can I do?
Oh (Let's get it)

[Chorus]
I was on the road, yeah
Securing that bag, uh
Gettin' that cake, yeah
They missin' the wave, yeah
She used to play, yeah
Now she in my face, yeah
You in or you out? (Out)
This is a gang (This is a)
This is a game (Ayy, this a game)
This is a gang (Yeah, gang)
This is a gang (Yeah, gang)
This is a game (This is a game)
Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?)
Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang)
Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes)
And our whip not the same (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Low down dirty (Low down dirty)
Put you to shame (Put you to shame)
What is her name? (What is her name?)
She got a red Range (Got a red Range, skrrt)
It's movin' insane (It's movin' insane)
And I fuck with Kodie (I fuck with Kodie)
Flooded my neck (Flooded my neck)
With ice in my Rollie (With ice in my Rollie, ice, ice)
I was messed up (I was messed up)
They didn't notice (They didn't notice)
They didn't notice (They didn't notice)
They didn't notice (They didn't notice, come on)
You ain't got guap (You ain't got guap)
But they be all on me (Woo)
Uh, now they all on me (Now they all what?)
Uh, now they all on me (Lil Uzi)
These niggas, they be so fake (Fake)
Uh, they not your homies (No)
But they try to get you baloney (Yeah)
These niggas full of baloney (Baloney, uh)
She see I'm runnin' a race (Race)
Save my name under Tay-K (Tay-K)
She say, "Why you out here so late?" (Huh?)
"I worry 'bout you every day"
[Chorus]
I was on the road, yeah
Securing that bag, uh (Yeah)
Gettin' that cake, yeah
They missin' the wave, yeah (Woah)
She used to play, yeah
Now she in my face, yeah
You in or you out? (Out)
This is a gang (This is a)
This is a game (Ayy, this a game)
This is a gang (Yeah, gang)
This is a gang (Yeah, gang)
This is a game (This is a game)
Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?)
Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang)
Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes)
And our whip not the same (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Pull up, lil' bitch (Bitch, vroom), choppa need range (Range)
They flashin' them pics 'cause it's VLONE on my jeans (All on my jeans)
Look at my kicks, kickin' that shit like my name was Liu Kang
I took your lil' bitch and fed her the pain
Me and you, boy, I swear we're not the same (Yeah, woo)
He say he better than me, that's all lies
Says she never did these drugs all night (Oh, yeah)
We eatin' good, they cannot judge, this our life
Keep somebody that I love close by (For sure)
'Cause they want me to die when we're close-eyed
We gon' put 'em in the trunk if he OT
He tried to cross his own guys, they almost smoked him (Bah)
Now he forced to live a lie, I must show him
[Chorus]
I was on the road, yeah
Securing that bag, uh (Yeah)
Gettin' that cake, yeah
They missin' the wave, yeah (Woah)
She used to play, yeah
Now she in my face, yeah
You in or you out? (Out)
This is a gang (This is a)
This is a game (Ayy, this a game)
This is a gang (Come on)
This is a gang (Yeah, gang)
This is a game (This is a game)
Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?)
Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang)
Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes)
And our whip not the same (Ayy, vroom)

[Outro]
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Count all my guap I'm gettin'
Oh, I'm gettin' a lil' headache
Wait, where's my phone?
Hello? Bro, I just saw a three, I never saw nothin' like this
I never saw anything in my whole entire life like this
I don't know what they were, bro, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I was right here lookin' through the glass
I don't know, bro, I'm trying to figure it out, nothing's making sense
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Run It Up[Intro]
That's what I said lil' bitch
That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Lil Uzi)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Get it)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Get it, yeah)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah) Do what I said lil' bitch (What?)
That's what I said lil' bitch
That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Lil Uzi)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah)
Le—let's, let's keep that going
I guess at that part
That what I said lil' bitch
That what I said lil' bitch
Bugz on the beat
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Yeah, huh)
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Yah, yah, yah)
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Woo, what?)
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Chee, chee, chee)
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Chee, chee, chee, chee)

[Chorus]
Get them bands, now run it up
Get them bands, now run it up
Stack my bands, now run it up
All blue bands like, "Nothing else" (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm good, I'm a hunnid now
Don't move less than a hunnid 'round
She ain't want me, she in love now
All my cups, they drugged-out
When she chill with me, she say that's a touchdown
She can't believe she gon' touch now
Smoking that herb and get bust down
I cannot get stuck now (Yeah)
Diamonds all in my bust down (Bah)
Big boy guap, it get left out
Don't want to talk about the check now
[Verse 1]
Off-White on my Nike check now
Tell Nike I need a check now
I don’t want more, I want less now
I'm the one keep them impressed now
Look at my phone, get the text now
The type of text you should check now
But you know I cannot stress now
Put my new one in a hex now
I'm the boss, I'm a T-Rex now
Basically, boy better step down
I'm the one paying for direct now
Hit that boy once, that's direct down
Silencer with no direct sound
She just wanna hear the TEC sound
You know I like play the cut now
I don’t have to do too much now
Go to my hood, in a rush now
Stand in the middle, we shut down
I’m the one with all the luck now
Stand in my hood and I’m bust down
Do you know the meanin' of bust down?
Even with luck, gotta tuck now
I got these chains, it from Elliot, a hunnid K on it, no cut-down
Avianne ring, yellow Yao Ming, Ben Baller chain still cost two-hunnid
With the cut-down, fuck all that, man, I still want it (Yeah)
That's how you know I get money (Money)
Balmains over a hunnid, no, I can't own, it fifty
Gotta watch, niggas tricky, these niggas can't trick me
Leave a boy even-steven, no, them boys leave you missin' (Mmm)
I was known for the drippin' (Yeah)
I was known for the business, yeah
I was known for "If a nigga got a problem, we can get to hittin'", yeah (Huh?)
I'm not talking 'bout with my fist got the Glocky, not unless it's a Smith &, yeah, yeah
Yes, I'm in my own world, I am the president
If you wanna get to me, you gotta register
All blue cheese on me, not the type in the register
I don't really think it register
Nowadays, I'm not regular
I get all my drugs over the counter, pass the register
I fucked with her brain, so you know I can't have sex with her
Diamonds in my ring, so you know I gotta check with her
[Chorus]
Get them bands, now run it up (Run it up)
Get them bands, now run it up (Run it up)
Stack my bands, now run it up (Run it up)
All blue bands like, "Nothing else"
Bitch, I'm good, I'm a hunnid now
Don't move less than a hunnid 'round
She on me, she in love now
All my cups, they drugged-out
When she chill with me, she say that's a touchdown
She can't believe she gon' touch now
Smoking that herb and get bust down
I cannot get stuck now (Yeah)
Diamonds all in my bust down (Blau)
Big boy guap, it get left out
Hate on me, get checked out

[Verse 2]
Heard that boy really got guap, and he went and just left town
Came back with the big ol' Lex now
Big old heart, feel like the best now
I can make that boy go back to his ho, and then blow it up, that is a letdown
Fucked them, but I can't just rest now
Think I'm worried 'bout being blessed now?
I ain't tryna be a letdown
12 undercover in dress-downs
Talked to my momma, can rest now
You want the drama, get pressed now
Met the real Drama, a letdown
They look at me like a check now
Used my head, I'm the best hands down
I'm the one fuck up they plans now
Boy, I swear I get you ran down
Me and my street always in Lansdowne
Free my boys that's in the can now
They freed 'em all, now they all hands down
She look at me from a glance
She look at me from a glance now
I had this girl in a trance now
Before she know, it in her pants now
Too much bank, got a new account
Big boy knots, that's a big amount
Bend her right over, put it in her mount
Don't wanna fuck, put it in her mouth
Diamonds on my neck hit like blue mound
X her right out, she had to sniff the white mount
Bitch, I'm on the gang, turned ya' right now
Ecstasy with a 'shroom right now
Put the Perc in me, level right out
Don't wanna fuck, let her right out
I didn't wanna fuck anyway, just wanted her to see my new house
Want to see what her sweet tooth 'bout
Proceed to give me that mouth
Percy Miller, bitch, I swear I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Three years ago, Goyard wallet
Big Backwood full with Gelato
Light it up with a Goyard lighter
Lyrical dope ho, jaw ice
These niggas steal my flow, man, they liars
These niggas my clones, and they biting
Nigga like me, oh, I can't allow it
Bitch, I'm off a bean, bustin' off a molly
I can feel this shit in my body (Yeah)
Keep it a bean, you ain't really ridin'
Keep it a bean, you ain't really slimin'
Everywhere I go, a camera on me, so I ain't really hidin’
Plus one turn a two into a minus
Bitch, I feel like I'm the one
Bitch, I feel like I'm the prophet
No, everything led to mine, I feel like old Hov
I feel like new Kanye, I feel like new Jay
When I count new profit, I count that old money
Just to get new guns (Yeah), that's for the blue ones
That's for the red fifties, I get them dead digits
I get them dead digits, he talk to the feds with it (Woo)
He talk to the feds with it
I heard that he dead snitchin' (I heard)
I heard that he dead snitchin' (I heard)
You know that I stay with it (Stay with it)
You know that I stay with it (Stay with it)
I wanted the head with it
I'm wantin' the head with it (Come on)
My diamonds, they wet like a boat
Snow, and they sled in it (Yeah)
Diamonds like wedding ring, ooh (Yeah)
Bitch, ain't no lead in it (Lead in it)
[Bridge]
That's what I said, lil' bitch
That's what I said, lil' bitch (Yeah)
That's what I said, lil' bitch (Lil Uzi)
That's what I said, lil' bitch (Yeah)
That's what I said, lil' bitch (Get it)
That's what I said, lil' bitch (Get it, yeah)
That's what I said, lil' bitch (Yeah)
That's what I said, lil' bitch (Wha, yeah)

[Chorus]
Get them bands, now run it up (Run it up)
Get them bands, now run it up (Run it up)
Stack my bands, now run it up (Run it up)
All blue bands like, "Nothing else"
Bitch, I'm good, I'm a hunnid now (Yup)
Don't move less than a hunnid 'round
She on me, she in love now
All my cups, they drugged-out
When she chill with me, she say that's a touchdown
She can't believe she gon' touch now
Smoking that herb and get bust down
I cannot get stuck now (Yeah)
Diamonds all in my bust down (Blau)
Big boy guap, it get left out
Hate on me, get checked out28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Paradise[Chorus]
Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah)
It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh)
Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up)
Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah)
Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah)
It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh)
Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up)
Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Baby, you like me, like the way you stay clean
Alexander the Wang, Alexander McQueen
You doing your little thing, you rocking Balmain
I'm rocking Mr. Completely, the 424 jeans
I started touring (I started touring)
My life is the opposite of "My life is oh-so boring"
Yeah, you know so turnt up (Woo)

[Chorus]
Paradise, yeah (Yeah)
It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh)
Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up)
Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah)

[Verse 2]
My phone ignore it (My phone ignore it)
When you be calling (When you be calling)
I started balling (I started balling)
You stopped your stalling (You stopped your stalling)
That Range, I park it, I drove a Rover
I skrrt, I skrrt it, yeah, I swerve and drive it just like I stole it
[Bridge]
And she right on my side 'cause she's the boldest
Our style's the coldest, style's the coldest
We liplock until our lips are swollen
Live in the moment, good times is golden
I'm not gonna lie, you got me open, yeah
Yeah, but that's only in the moment, yeah (That's only in the moment)

[Chorus]
Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah)
It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh)
Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up)
Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah, paradise, yeah
It's somewhere that I never been before
Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up
Yeah, like you better with no makeup28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rich Forever[Intro]
(What?)
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don't ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can't see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, "How you pull off in your whip if there ain't no key in there?" (Skrrt)
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
(This is a Dolan Beats production)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Bimmer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper, could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil' bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don't have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn't a speaker
Now I'm the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise's
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft-ass niggas can't fuck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches fiendin'
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin'
These niggas borin', tell me when they're leavin'
Rainbow my diamonds but I am not readin'
These niggas old, yeah, their hairlines recedin'
Go get the money, blue checks I'm receivin'
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I drip when I'm dreamin'
Bitch, out my way, at the top, you can't glo me
Did everything so it's nothin' you can show me
I'm the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I'ma just pass you just right to my homie (Woo)
I'm the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off, and blast my opponent (Yeah)
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don't know why they're always actin' bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin' to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up (Froze)
Made three million off my shoulders (Shoulders)
Drippin', drownin' in the water (Yeah)
Got more money than your father (Yeah)
So that means you're my daughter (Daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (Floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (Bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (Core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door (Door)
2Pac, that's Shakur ('Kur)
Nigga better watch his whore (Yeah)
I'ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support ('Port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (Cord)
That's what happen when we warrin' (Woo)
1600 leave you snorin' (Woo)
Catch a carbon, that's a Corbin (Woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It's GED like I'm testin' (GED)
Get every dollar with no dressin' (Yeah)
They won't play this on your FM (Ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That's the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, "You her best friend?"
Oh no, bitch, you gon' text her (What?)
Let him ease in my section (Section)
We gon' hit him with a message (message)
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know, it's wreck shit (Wreck shit)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch (Set, bitch)
You keep showin' me your new bitch
Boy, you're fuckin' on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace (Necklace)
You can keep it, I got extra (Extra)
No, they can't out-check us (Check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (Yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us (What?)
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don't ever clean the mess up (Yeah)
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can't see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, "How you pull off in your whip if there ain't no key in there?" (Skrrt)
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 Gs in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (Yeah)
VVSs, put my teeth in there (Yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Francisville, I ain't leavin' there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here (Whacked here)
Come around, you get wet here (Wet)
Come around, you get checked here (Checked here)24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Heavy Metal[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib (Uh)
(She keep talking 'bout lime green, no)
(Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah)
Let's go
(Lil' slime Vert, bitch bendin' over)
Lil Uzi Vert
(Yeah, I got shoot 250, yeah)
Let's go
(She keep talking 'bout lime green, no)
Uzi Vert
(Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah)
Yeah
(Lil' slime Vert bitch, bendin' over, yeah)
Yeah
(Yeah, I got shoot 250, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I woke up richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
All by myself, no masturbate
Hoodbaby, come by, gave Tec away (Let's go)
That boy, he was talking yesterday
He probably get laid to rest today
I can put this shit together in a faster way
What, you want me to go and kill you straight? (Yeah, yeah)
Told that bitch listen, no, no you can't kiss me
I hit that thing once and then drip for the finish (Yeah)
Told that bitch, "Turn around, lick on this dicky" (Huh?)
I got these girls and they fightin' all up and like
And they screamin' out like, "Pick me," like, "Pick me"
"Pick me," like, "Pick me," like, "Pick me," like, "Pick me"
Bitch, I'm a demon, I ride in a demon
Spin through your block, lil' bitch, this not a hemi (Skrrt)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
You ain't never seen a Rollie full of that piss
Two yellow chains and it look like Chris
Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib
Uh, make the bitch ride dick, 10 speed, yeah
Which one leave home with me? Uh-uh-uh

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drop about 8-350, yeah
She keep talking 'bout lime green, no
Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah
Lil' slime Vert, bitch bendin' over
Yeah, I got shoot 250, uh
No 100 round, bitch, 250, yeah
Two minutes, I made 250, yeah
Lil Uzi, I'm straight from the 16, yeah
On my neck spent 250, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Keed]
You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist
You ain't hear never heavy metal like this
You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss
You light like a feather, heavy like brick (What?)
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist (Uh-uh)
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this (Uh-uh)
Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
(Keed talk to 'em)
New Chi when shortkey and you know we ball out (Keed talk to 'em)
Fear of God on the kid, no Ferragamo, nah, none (Fear of God, Fear of God)
Y'all niggas be hoes, y'all the ones causin' 12 to come out (What?)
Yeah, I know y'all be the one telling them to come out (What?)
Bad ho climbing all on a nigga, I ain't talking treehouse (Let's go)
Y'all niggas rat, nigga
Heard y'all bitch niggas tellin' all (Rat, swear)
Yeah, we in the trap house, where we get the tray comin' in and out (What?)
And you know I'm at your bitch house, like a knife gettin' in her mouth (Let's go)
And you know I kept sticks on me, handgun was in the couch (Gun, swear)
And you know the ho goin' right up when the slime come through (Turn up, slimeball, turn up)
Y'all niggas be some old niggas, I don't know what y'all niggas 'bout (What?)
Racks in the Goyard bag, yeah
Hood baby to the moon, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib
[Verse 3: Lil Gotit]
(Hood Baby)
I'm the king
Diamond real water, told a nigga Aquafina (Let's go)
We beat the bitch down, told her to put on her jeans
Panamera coupe on the top got the rings (Skrrt-skrrt)
Clutch on the Glock, on the bottom got a beam (Brrt)
Eyes wide open, got me focused on the bean
Real class smoke got me high of the green (Let's go)
Know you can't cap to a hood baby, yeah (Oh no)
Talkin' real crazy, got them babies everywhere
Slatt Gotit gon' drip-drip, yeah this rare
You know you cannot clone me, oh, no, no, dear (Oh no)
She suck me real loose, diamonds hitting from the rear (Suck it up)
I done ran up the racks so they gave me all the medals (Run it up)
I'm Lil Gotit so no you do not owe me (Lil Gotit)
I'm the chosen, don't compare me to nobody (They know)
Put your code in and watch your body open (He frozen)
Big bloods on the low, yeah, slime they got it like oh yeah (Slime)
I rock with a torchy, yeah, I call that bitch that loco (That torchy)
No touchy-touchy, yeah, I told that bitch I model

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wit My Crew X 1987[Part 1: Wit My Crew]

[Intro: Dolemite]
By the way, who're you waitin' for anyway?
I'm waitin' for Dolemite
For who?
Dolemite, motherfucker, you heard her
Sowoot, FKi

[Chorus]
Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my)
I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?)
I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my)
Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop)
My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight)
Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a)
Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

[Refrain]
Riding around with my crew (Skrrt)
Riding around with my crew (With my crew)
Riding around with my crew (Crew)
I'm riding around with my crew (My crew)
Riding around with my crew (Riding around)
I'm riding around with my crew (With my crew)
Riding around, we go vroom
Watch how we flexin' on you (Flexin' on you)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch, I ain't checking on you (Ain't checkin' on you)
Ayy, lil' bitch, I pity the fool (Yeah)
Ayy, counting these bills, they be blue (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds)
Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose

[Chorus]
Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my)
I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?)
I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my)
Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop)
My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight)
Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a)
Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy (Skrrt), get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds)
Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds)
Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds)
Riding around with my crew
Riding around with my crew

[Verse 2]
Oh, I am so sick like the flu (Flu)
Oh, getting money like a Jew
Spend a hundred on my jewels (Spend a hundred on my)
Feel like Santana with my Jewels (Woo, woo)
Thick white girl right on my side (Yeah)
She kinda look like, um, YesJulz (Woo)
No, you can't come to my room (To my room)
With them clothes on that's my rule (That's my rule)
I leave you wetter than a pool (Yeah)
I fuck you right there in your shoes
I fuck you right there girl don't move (Do not move)
I leave you right there girl don't move
I flew around and I groove (Yeah)
I stick it right there 'cause I'm cool ('Cause I'm cool)
[Bridge]
Yeah, I just need to find
I, I just need to find love
I, I just need to find love (I just need to find love)
I, I just need to find love

[Chorus]
Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my)
I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?)
I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my)
Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop)
My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight)
Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a)
Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds)
Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds)
Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds)
Riding around with my crew
Riding around with my crew

[Outro]
(Riding around with my crew)
(Riding around with my crew)
(Riding around with my crew)
(Ri-Riding around with my crew)
[Part 2: 1987]

[Intro]
I might (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love shit that I do...
Love shit that I...

[Chorus]
It is not normal
It is not normal
It is not normal
My life is not normal
It is not normal
It is not normal
It is not normal
My life is not normal

[Verse]
I might get high off of codeine
Regular bitches is boring (Boring)
I might hit up Tuddie
I whip her like she my foreign
My life stopped being so regular
Now a nigga is important ('Portant)
Getting money no et cetera
Baby just come and just join me (Join)
I might pull up in a 'Rari
I swear that shit is not normal (Normal)
My bitch yeah she super bad now
I swear that shit is not normal (Not normal)
That is because I can a—
I can afford to (Afford to)
Look at my money, my nigga
I swear to God, I tried to warn you (Warn you)

[Chorus]
It is not normal
It is not normal
It is not normal
It is not normal
It is not normal
It is not normal
It is not normal
My life is not normal

[Outro]
1987
1987, 1987
1987, 1987
1987, 198815EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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1600[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
(Yeah, drip, drop, drop)
Yeah (Drop, drop, drop, uh)
Ayy (Drip, drop, huh)
(Drip, drop, huh)
Yeah (Drop), yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Know I'm still 1600 (Lil Uzi)
Know I'm still 1600 (Huh?)
Still the 150 nigga from the gutter (Yeah)
All blue cheese, no other (What?)
All big racks and I want it (What?)
All big racks and I'm the only one
All blue cheese, we want it
All blue cheese and I'm the only one
Show me my opponent
Fuck on your bitch 'cause I want it (Yeah)
I be so high 'til the morning (What?)
I be on drugs, I'm a stoner (Yeah)
All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi)
Walk around, they my clones (Who that?)
That mean that your girl? (Huh?)
Want me to take her home? (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
I was on molly rock (Damn)
I was on minerals (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm fresh to death (Come on)
Want no fentanyl (Hey)
I like perkys, baby (Yeah)
I'm on medicine (Ayy)
I been lost my mind (What?)
I came from the slums (Chee)
YSL, slatt, slatt (Chee)
Yeah, I twist my thumbs (Slatt, slatt)
When I'm in the 'Raq (Yeah), it's no limit to these guns (Uh)
When I'm in the A them hoes know I got the funds (Yeah)
They all in my face 'cause they know I'm throwing ones (That's no cap)
Yeah, know the real, put that on my son (That's on Cap)
And I ain't even got a son (Yeah)
We got big old choppers that's gon' make 'em run (Frra)
Yeah, we hit 'em boys out in Paris, London (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Know I'm still 1600 (Lil Uzi)
Know I'm still 1600 (Huh?)
Still the 150 nigga from the gutter (Yeah)
All blue cheese, no other (What?)
All big racks and I want it (What?)
All big racks and I'm the only one
All blue cheese, we want it
All blue cheese and I'm the only one
Show me my opponent
Fuck on your bitch 'cause I want it (Yeah)
I be so high 'til the morning (What?)
I be on drugs, I'm a stoner (Yeah)
All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi)
Walk around, they my clones (Who that?)
That mean that your girl? (Huh?)
Want me to take her home? (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
She was gon' eat it up
'Cause she on Xanny dust (Yeah)
I was on minerals
Got that check then ran it up (Ran it)
Drop top on the boat (Skrr)
I can make the center go (Skrrt-skrrt)
Mink on me, no antelope
Talk shit bust your cantaloupe (Bah)
How many drugs this week? (What?)
I can't tell, bitch, I'm geeked (Yeah)
I can feel the molly in my teeth
So much molly rock I can't speak (I can't)
Undercover all on me (Uh)
Undercover all on me (Some swag)
Rick Owens all on my feet (Some swag)
Vlone all on my jeans (Yeah)
Balenciaga with the B (With the B)
Chanel belt with the C (With the C)
Bitch, you felt like Swizz Beatz (Yeah)
On the block, move Alicia Keys (Ooh)
No, I don't know know you (Ooh)
No, you don't know know me (Ooh)
Gettin' money, that's easy to me (What)
Just like do-re-mi (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Know I'm still 1600 (Lil Uzi)
Know I'm still 1600 (Huh?)
Still the 150 nigga from the gutter (Yeah)
All blue cheese, no other (What?)
All big racks and I want it (What?)
All big racks and I'm the only one
All blue cheese, we want it
All blue cheese and I'm the only one
Show me my opponent
Fuck on your bitch 'cause I want it (Yeah)
I be so high 'til the morning (What?)
I be on drugs, I'm a stoner (Yeah)
All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi)
Walk around, they my clones (Who that?)
That mean that your girl? (Huh?)
Want me to take her home? (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
My niggas whippin' them birdies (Whippin')
I'm still poppin' them 30s (Yeah)
Spike with me, we swervin' (Swervin')
But I cannot get nervous (No)
Mushroom, cap the stock, yeah (Huh?)
Nice lil' bitch in the lot, yeah (Huh)
Put that bitch right in my car (Yeah)
Drove that bitch right to my loft (Skrr)
Yeah, what it be called?
This a Oogie Mane of course (Yeah)
No, this not a Maaly Raw (No way)
So many diamonds to the wall (Yeah)
Bitch, I can build a wall (Money)
You don't wanna start war (No)
We got choppers and cuffs (Frra)
We got mops and stuff (Fire)
Turn you to lobster sauce (Pew-pew)
I got lots of swag (Pew)
I got lots of sauce (Yeah)
Fucknigga got no heart (What?)
My shirt is Chrome Hearts (What?)
New car automatic park (Dang)
Diamonds still hittin' in the dark (Skrrt-skrrt)

[Chorus]
Know I'm still 1600 (Lil Uzi)
Know I'm still 1600 (Huh?)
Still the 150 nigga from the gutter (Yeah)
All blue cheese, no other (What?)
All big racks and I want it (What?)
All big racks and I'm the only one
All blue cheese, we want it
All blue cheese and I'm the only one
Show me my opponent
Fuck on your bitch 'cause I want it (Yeah)
I be so high 'til the morning (What?)
I be on drugs, I'm a stoner (Yeah)
All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi)
Walk around, they my clones (Who that?)
That mean that your girl? (Huh?)
Want me to take her home? (Yeah)

[Outro]
The Perky, the Perky, the Perky, the Perky be callin'
Be callin' (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm so turnt up that I be fallin' (Fallin')
I take Perkies, let her know I ain't stallin' (Stallin')
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Urgency[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Syd]
Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, go
Yeah
I treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone
It's emergency
I hit you up just with that urgency
Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me
And I know I was dead wrong, yeah
I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I focus just to make it stack tall, yeah
Got drip, got sauce, can dress her ass off, hey
We get so geeked, we call that blastoff, ayy
I'ma pull up on that girl, mask off, ayy
No stallin', say that I'm playing, girl, I'ma do this regardless (Yeah)
You fog my brain, them chemicals made me heartless
I'm the one that's normal, don't understand, are you Martian?
I can see her in the rough, she be shining like a diamond (Woo)
All these boys, they can't find it (Yeah), and that lil' boy, he be lyin' (Yeah)
Keep on tryna take my persona (Huh?)
Bite me up like a piranha (Bite)
Buy the real deal, I swear you is a kinda
But over you, I'll still pull up the comma
I put that shit right there right on my mama
Woah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Syd]
Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone
For emergency
I hit you up just with that urgency
Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me
And I know I was dead wrong, yeah
I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah

[Verse 2: Syd]
My exes, I think they were bad luck, yeah
I promise you gon' be the last one, yeah
Vacation just so you can have fun, yeah
Got 'em wishin' they were you, ain't that somethin', somethin'?
I'm outside in the black truck, jump in
So much better than my last one, that's when I met him
Wondering how he got me wrapped up (Up, up)
You make the rules, babe
I drink on Tuesdays, I stay out too late
But if you do, just let me know who you with
Tell me the truth, tell the judge I ain't do shit
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Syd]
Yeah
Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, yeah
Emergency
I hit you up just with that urgency
Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me
And I know I was dead wrong, yeah
I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money Spread[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Jamie Foxx]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Oh my God
Yeah
Y'all niggas be workin' so hard
I don't do nothin'
I don't do shit (Lil Uzi)
Y'all want this shit so bad (Lil Uzi, I swear)
Y'all want it? Come on, you can have it
Huh-huh-huh, huh, hurry up, hurry up, take this shit (Huh-huh-huh)
Take it 'fore I take it back (Hurry up)
Let's go

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out
I remember I almost ain't make it out (Yeah)
You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out
She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?"
I said, "No, I cannot, I could beat it out"
Put it in her, she screamin' like, "Take it out" (Ouch)
There's no feelings with no, um, relations now
I had got money, then took the paper route (Yeah)
My deposit, it look just look like my saving now
Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now
But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out (We got him)
Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Whip it)
Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now
Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now
I just made me a hundred and eighty now
That's how much the promoter be payin' now
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
What you gon' do? Yeah, huh
When they come for you? Yeah, huh
What you gon' do? Yeah, huh
When they come for you? Yeah, huh
I don't wear boots, yeah, huh
But I'm off the boot, yeah, huh
I don't ever lose, I don't ever snooze
'Cause I just popped me two blues, yeah
No, I don't follow no rules
Fuck your bitch right out the sole of her shoes, yeah
That Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean, yeah
These niggas stealin' my moves, yeah
Five-seveN, Five-seveN, Five-seveN, Five, FN bust your top, yeah
Put it right in her neck just like a tie
I go to her crib just with my fire
I got a thot live on my opp's block
She always give up the drop (Drop)
We always gon' be on top
Whether you like it or not (Not, not)
My chain too cold, but I'm hot, made it colder
Hit from the back, she made me say, "Woah, there" (Let's go)
I hit that girl, made her pull her rotor (Okay)
I hit that, then I had break my shoulder (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out (Out)
I remember I almost ain't make it out (Out)
You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out (Oh)
She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?" (Yeah)
I said, "No, I cannot, I could beat it out" (Ew)
Put it in her, she screamin' like, "Take it out" (Ouch)
There's no feelings with no, um, relations now (Yeah)
I had got money, then took the paper route (Let's go)
My deposit, it look just look like my saving now (Yeah)
Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (Woo)
But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out
Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Master chef)
Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now (My, my, my)
Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (Yeah)
I just made me a hundred and eighty now
That's how much the promoter be payin' now (Lil Uzi)
[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Hahaha, I got your bitch over here promotin' my nuts (I got your bitch)
Yeah, your ho is a slut, hit her from the back, nigga, in her guts (Give me that)
Yeah, slap it on her butt, whole lotta white stuff on her butt (Yeah)
I know that ho freaky, she's a nut (Yeah)
She just sucked me up, young nigga goin' nuts (Uh-huh)
Uh, Glock 17 holdin' the nuts, y'all niggas really frontin' for what?
Get a pussy nigga bust for nothin' (Fah-fah)
All that talkin', need to hush it, bluffin'
Kill a nigga for the money, frontin'
In the hood, hoes stuntin', money (Stuntin')
In the booty club throwin' money (Money)
Just like a diamond, nigga, know I'm shinin'
And I do this shit Monday through Sunday
Y'all broke as fuck, can't get no money (Huh?)
I'm laughin', these niggas, they ain't doin' nothin' (Nah)
Yeah, I smoke big blunts, I smoke big blunts, bitch, I big stunt
Everybody know that Slime got a big gun
Niggas be playin', when I point my finger, they gon' shoot somethin' (Fah-fah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out
I remember I almost ain't make it out
You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out
She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?"
I said, "No, I cannot, I could beat it out" (No)
Put it in her, she screamin' like, "Take it out"
There's no feelings with no, um, relations now
I had got money, then took the paper route
My deposit, it look just look like my saving now
Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (Yeah)
But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out
Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Let's go)
Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now
Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (Let's go)
I just made me a hundred and eighty now
That's how much the promoter be payin' now (Yeah)
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
Man, you know this your player partner Lil Uzi Vert, and
If I would've came out with this a couple years back
I would've been in the video, like, Fendi belt, Trues on
Shit like that, yeah18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wassup[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
What's, what's, what's up?
Play that trumpet for the real niggas (What's up?)
What's up?
Play that trumpet for the real niggas
Yeah, let's do it (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Yeah, let's, let's do it

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What's up? (Yeah)
What's up? (Woo)
What's up?
What's up?
What's up?
What's up?
What's up?
What's up?

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me
'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)
I'ma make sure that they feelin' me
So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)
Everybody know I am from outer space (Yeah)
So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Woah)
Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
No, statistically, I can't win every time
But you know the score prolly like ten to three
And them three times that I had to take an L
I remember them boys tried to finish me
Said we roll a 'Wood, I roll like fifty L's
They say, "How you keep all of that energy?"
'Cause I can't go back to the hood where them niggas could send at me
I remember livin' right next to my enemy (Woah)
Now I got too much money, I could blow up your whole vicinity (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin' too much money, I can build me a new facility (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, yeah)
I fuck her three times, so I call that girl, um, a trinity (Woah, woah)
Uh, and no time, I would never ever let 'em sentence me (Woah, at all)
And in no time, gotta duck off 'cause these niggas would love killin' me (Yeah)
What's up? (What's up?)
Don't deal with the lies and the frauds (No)
That's why I don't get involved

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What's up? (Woo)
What's up? (Yeah)
What's up?
What's up? (Yeah)
What's up?
What's up? (Ayy)
What's up?
What's up?
[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me
'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)
I'ma make sure that they feelin' me
So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)
Everybody know I am from outer space
So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Yeah)
Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me

[Verse 2: Future]
Everybody know I come from outer space
I got racks on me, you do not wanna race
I got enemies so niggas gonna hate
Keep that semi on me, get you out my way
Hit a new mistress every day
Got the new bitch, get on the cake
Got that lemon squeeze for the trigger play
Got some red toes, she on the way
I got Koreans, F&Ns
Rose gold diamonds same color Hen'
Cops tryna arrest me, I'm gone in the wind
You cannot catch me or none of my friends
You know that Richard Mille cost me a Benz
You know we get it poppin' on my end
You see these blue face Benjamins
See the way these diamonds sittin' off the lens
You know we comin' in number one
You know we gon' kill the whole summer too
You know I'm blowin' up like an atomic bomb
You know it ain't nothin' to do
And I'm steppin', I'm steppin' in one-of-ones
Margielas got me walkin' on the moon
All this money got me like I'm on shrooms
Drankin' yellow, feelin' like a tycoon
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What's up?
What's up? (Woo)
What's up? (Ayy)
What's up?
What's up? (Yeah)
What's up? (Yeah)
What's up?
What's up?

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me
'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)
I'ma make sure that they feelin' me
So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)
Everybody know I am from outer space
So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Yeah)
Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Everything Lit[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
LUV is rage
Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Yeah

[Verse]
Boy, you disgust me
Why is yo bitches so ugly?
My bitch so perfect, she kinda look Asian (Yeah)
Come all the way from Toronto
All she do is sucky-sucky
My stomach problem from all of this muddy
No money problems ‘cause I’m gettin’ money (Money)
This shit is crazy, it just started for me
I was just home, broke, doin’ the dougie
Pinky ring, water-flooded
Wrist got cold yellow diamond runnin’
Grab a tissue if it is an issue (Damn)
Used to grab a pistol
No, I didn’t for them itty-bitty niggas
I’m from the city with real killers
Nigga Gilly said, “Ya’ gon’ win now”
Uzi countin’ all these major figures
Getting money, got a major hitter
But I ain’t talkin’ Barry Bonds (Yeah)
When I was younger, wanted Keri Hilson
Nigga like Dennis the Menace
Now my money old like Mr. Wilson (Yeah)
Sneak dissing, who you? The records be missing
I fuck with Hit-Boy, I’m tryna be a hitman
Takin’ yo ass straight out of existence
Where is yo hitman? The other man got him
Shout out Jodye Flacko, fuck wit’ your album
Moving them pigeons, them birds, they be flockin’
White bitch on my dick, she ride like a ‘Rari
When I get rough, she crank that like a cock-shift
She shake her ass on my dick like a cocktail
I could’ve fucked your bitch right in L.A
SLS, she play with my Cartier case
I had put some money right in the safe
Didn’t do nothin’, was high, it was late
But we still talk on the phone everyday
About, goin' on that perfect date
She hear my name, pussy on percolate
Only date is my dick all in her face (Woo)
Wait, .45, that’s all on my waist (That bitch is all on my waist)
Wait, why these niggas in the way?
Why do these niggas be frontin’
They just be there with no office
Most of their parents be owning they office
That both of my parents pray more than less often (Yeah)
My old bitch always be gaggin’ and coughin’
My new bitch, she swallow me up so jawless
I want the money, the fame, and the Barbie
You know, the white bitch that look like iCarly
She ride my dick like that bitch is a Harley (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just got Energy jewels that was counterfeit (Counterfeit)
Clock rounds like my VVS diamond wrist
Everything real, so keep on watchin' it (Watchin' it)
If you watchin' me, then you watchin' it (You watchin' it)
My new bitch I swear is a prophetess
Gettin' money really ain't no option, bitch (No option)
Went to Maury and the lie detector said (Oh)
Boy, I swear you did not write the script (Oh)
Never really was a fan, though
Four-door coupe, open just like a sandal
We used to pray for them Lambos
I take my girl to a private resort
Heard we walk 'round wearin' sandals
My bitch so bad, she a handful
That's why she treat me so good
Wake up the pussy and eggs, they be scrambled
Everything lit
Everything, everything, everything lit
Everything lit like a candle
Ohh, she gave me head like some dandruff
Everything, it is so random
Love and rage, it is so random
Love and rage, it is so random16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Auto[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
(DY Krazy)
(KidWond3r, you made this beat?)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Oh, you pussy?)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Ayy, DY, this like a Wayne beat
Gotta watch that side block, hit up that main street
You can't beef while we into it, lil' nigga, you can't eat
They killed your mans, now you be claimin' that you can't sleep
That trigger finger fast like Floyd, but punch like AB
He use tune and dyed his dreads, that pussy ain't me, yeah
That Glock go bang, but it ain't Keef
He got shot and made a statement, man, he ain't street
You ain't never shot shit, put that gun down
You ain't wake up out your sleep to no gun sounds
Your OG entertain your gossip, look at your son now, yeah
Too many pills give me chills, yeah
Just 'cause you family, ain't no deals, yeah
She used to punch in flights to come to the A and give me head
I told her bring the pounds before she come, she say she scared
Ain't tell her 'bout no county, she get caught, she goin' fed

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Woah, yeah)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
He end up dead, huh? 'Cause he a rookie
We make bread, yeah, off the bookies
Did a drive-by in a Range Jeep
Pull up on an opp's block in the same week
Boy, you broke and you fuckin' on the same freak
They saw me go from broke to rich, that's why they angry
I be runnin' this rap shit in the same cleats
I'll knock a nigga down like I'm the same size as Dave East
Oh, oh, you lit, huh? Oh, you turnt, huh?
That thotiana you fuck with, she got you burnt, huh? (Ew)
I'm off a Perc', huh, drinkin' lean, gotta burp, huh (Woah)
Oh, you geeked up? That's your turnt now
Nine times out of ten, she tryna set you up
Cut the sprinklers on before them boys try wet you up
My homie only twenty-four, he got a Bentley truck

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
(Can you move those ones over a little bit?)
(Like, they kinda sound fast, nigga)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Diamonds All on My Wrist[Pre-Chorus]
Livin' life like a dream but I don't get no rest
I just got a new girl but I'm thinkin' who next
Started off in first class, now I'm jumpin' off a jet
I put diamonds all on your bitch (ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)

[Chorus]
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy)

[Verse 1]
Neck on flood, wrist on flood
Fist on flood, got it out the mud
What up blood, what up, cuh'
Don't want her, she a bug
All my jewels they on flood (Yeah)
You want war, then let's tug
Tell me, bitch, what you want? (What you want?)
Man, it is what it was
I don't fuss, you get buss
Got red bottoms, these ain't Chucks
I want her, I want her
I want sister, I want cuz'
I'm the type nigga that's slimier than a slug
Roll up on you a two, two three, bitch, that's the slug
Bitch, you done, I'm gon' duh
Your face look like a pug
Made an album in a month
I did that shit off the drugs
I got paid for a walk through, but ain't come to the club
Living room cost ten thousand, and that's just for my rug
[Pre-Chorus]
Livin' life like a dream
But I don't get no rest
I just got a new girl
But I'm thinkin' ooh, next
Started off in first class
Now I'm jumpin' off a jet
I put diamonds all on your bitch (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Patty cake, patty cake, patty cake
Tell me how much do a nigga make
If I had a hun'ed dollar for a million times
That's how much that a nigga gon' hate
Might fuck your bitch in the center stage
Yeah, I put shrimp on my dinner plate
I put gold flakes on my dinner plate
I fucked a snowflake 'cause they into me
Her ass so fat got sit it down
Turn around girl, let me get it now
Nice foreign car, ain't rentin' now
I get the band I won't spend it now
You don't know me
I go overseas and I might get it like 10 a pound
Not my homie
If you wanna buy watch the weight I just prefer you now
She wanna fuck all the homie now
Tell that lil' bitch just to simmer down
Automatic on no semi now
Do a back flip like a simmie now
Count it up
Now that fuck nigga can't stand me now
All your clothes they look like hand me downs
Got the glockie you can't jam me now (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Livin' life like a dream
But I don't get no rest
I just got a new girl
But I'm thinkin' ooh, next
Started off in first class
Now I'm jumpin' off a jet
I put diamonds all on your bitch (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)
I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Safe House[Intro]
T-T-T-That be Maaly Raw!

[Verse 1]
Oh, no one's safe nowadays (No)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
Get money out the safe house (Yeah)
Put the choppers in the safe house (Chopper)
In the kitchen, I'll whip it, yeah (Yeah)
Pockets got extra cake now (Now)
SLS up in L.A. (Yeah), up in playhouse, Meek Wraith now (Meek Mill)
Matter fact, it was Maybach, just a new one (Yeah)
Bad bitch gon' lay back (Yeah)
Watch all the damn paper stack (Yeah)
Beefing with niggas I don't even know
Say you gon' kill me, I'ma wait for that (I'ma wait for it)
She shake her ass I smack that
Man, show it off, I'll pay for that (Ten thou')
I'm a boss, bitch, what it cost, bitch?
Got workers, I ain't weighing jack (Oh)
Margiela with the RAF shit
Got all this, I'm laying that (Oh)
I ain't got no real problems, if I do, AK in that
That cocaine, she love it
My bad bitch, she tasting that
Steph Curry with the ball status
Swerving, swerving 'round in all traffic (Swish)
Got a white bitch with a brawl status
I wrestle her like Trish Stratus (Trish)
Nigga, I just didn't know Lil Uzi Uzi had been had it
Nigga, you don't know my business
Better watch out 'cause I've been trapping
I remember my grandma was nickled up (Ooh)
Now I'm rolling, rolling with the bezel diamonds (Damn)
Shine jeweler like Rick the Ruler
Now a nigga always there shining (Shining)
Fucked on that stripper bitch
Hit that bitch without a condom (Condom)
We'll ride up to CVS with the Plan B that was sixty dollars (Sixty)
[Chorus]
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
No one's safe in the safe house (No)
Put the money in the safe house (Yeah)
Put the guns in the safe house (Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta)
You ain't safe in the safe house (Yeah)
No one's safe in the safe house (Yeah)
Put the guns in the safe house (Oh)
Put the money in the safe house (Oh)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
No one's safe in the safe house (No)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
You ain't safe in the safe house (Oh)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)

[Bridge]
Bitch, I live in the safe house (Live in it)
Bitch, I trap out the safe house (Trap out it)
Everything in the safe house (Everything)
Whip it up in the safe house (Whippin' it up)
Take it out in the safe house (Takin' it out)
I just been in the safe house (I just live, oh)
Safe, safe, safe, safe house (Safe, safe, safe)
Safe, safe, safe, safe house (Oh)
[Verse 2]
Spanish bitch like, "¿Hola, como estas?"
"Muy bien, todo gracias" (Sí)
Speaking Spanish, I'm surprising y'all (Yeah)
Baby girl, I need you (Yeah)
Spanish mama, I need you (Oh)
She said "Boy, let me teach you" (Oh)
I said "Girl, mamabicho"
Told that girl just to lick it clean
I am a Off-White fiend
Yeah, I fuck with VLONE
Take a Xan', I'm a Xanny fiend
Yeah, I do this shit for my team
With my nigga Skeme drinking lean
They got me addicted to the lean (To the lean)
I'm so addicted to the lean (Yeah)
I'm so addicted to the ink
Tattoo, nigga, I'ma bleed
Carti, Carti, Cart-Cartier a buck fifty, nigga, I'ma see
Hender Scheme, all on my feet
Smoking KK, can barely see
Two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve thousand for my teeth (VVS, VVS, VVS)

[Chorus]
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
No one's safe in the safe house (No)
Put the money in the safe house (No)
Put the guns in the safe house (Oh)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
No one's safe in the safe house (No)
Put the guns in the safe house (Woah)
Put the money in the safe house (Ta-ta-ta)
You ain't safe in the safe house (Yeah)
No one's safe in the safe house (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't safe in the safe house (Yeah)
You ain't safe in the safe house (Oh)
You ain't safe in the safe house (Oh)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
You ain't safe in the safe house (No)
You ain't safe in the safe house (Lil Uzi)
[Outro]
That be Maaly Raw!47EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Moist[Intro]
Hi FKi

[Chorus]
I'm gonna ball 'til I fall, I met that bitch at the mall
Said that she left me no choice
Said that she come from New York
Count that money keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (What?)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She said you left me no choice (Ayy)
She said you left me no choice (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Money coming in every which way
Got ten bitches in every state
Count money when I meditate, count money make me levitate
White Rollie with the bezel face, got better cars so I wanna race
So much money I'ma break the safe
So much money I'ma break the bank (Woo)
Like, fuck nigga what do you really think (Oh)
Don't wanna smoke it if it ain't no dank (Oh), don't wanna fuck her the pussy ain't pink (Oh)
Sing to your bitch, ooh, I feel like I'm Drake (Feel like I'm Drake)
Ayy, ayy, I just be switching my flow
These niggas stealing my flow (Ayy)
These niggas stealing my clothes (Stealing my clothes), these niggas stealing my look
They tryna steal all my gold (Yeah), switching it up I keep going (Yeah)
I'ma switch it and keep going (I'm gonna get it), I'ma keep switching keep going (Yeah)
I'ma- I'ma keep switching keep going
Money coming in getting richer, know she looking all at my pictures (Yeah)
No I'm looking all at her pictures (I am), I'm getting money I'ma get it
I don't know if I really like her or if it's I don't really like her nigga (That's what it is)
It don't even matter 'cause it's here, nigga fresh really got a scissor
[Chorus]
I'm gonna ball 'til I fall, I met that bitch at the mall
Said that she left me no choice
Said that she come from New York
Count that money keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (What?)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She said you left me no choice (Ayy)
She said you left me no choice (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Money coming from the bundle
Got the bitch all on me, put the dick in stomach (Yeah)
Making all the money, comma, comma, commas
Style come from London, I been getting bitches
Bitches wanna fuck me, all these bitches wanna suck me
They be all upon me (Skrrt), I just got a tommy for they boyfriends 'cause them niggas hating on me (Yeah)
I been getting it, I been flipping bricks
Got your bitch all on me she be licking dick (Woo)
I just jump up in a Rarri then I swerve
Got your bitch all on me yeah that bitch a bird
Jumping to some money yeah that is a vert (What?)
Jumping new hundreds, nigga, what you worth? (Yeah)
Niggas talk a lot, what is you worth? (Yeah)
What is your worth? Two times your worth (Yeah)
I been getting bitches nigga you a perv
And it's coming ASAP like a nigga Ferg (Ayy)
And she giving dome like she is a nerd, putting my fingers all the way up her skirt
Tell me about the money, tell me what it's worth
Tell me do it hurt, tell me do you got it
You ain't really got it, looking at his pocket
Got them empty pockets, I got swollen pockets
[Bridge]
Ayy, woo, yeah
Ayy, ayy, woah
Ayy, ayy, woah
Ayy, money keep coming, the money keep coming

[Chorus]
I'm gonna ball 'til I fall, I met that bitch at the mall
Said that she left me no choice
Said that she come from New York
Count that money keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
Count them hundreds keep going
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (What?)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She say my voice make her moist (Ayy)
She said you left me no choice (Ayy)
She said you left me no choice (Ayy)

[Outro]
Woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, yeah
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Call Me Right Back (Freestyle)[Intro]
Tell me not to call you then you call me right back
Say you trust me but peep when you're fallin' back
Tell me not to call you then you call me right back
Call me right back
You tell me not to call you then you call me right back
Say you trust me but peep when you're fallin' back
If we ever fell out of love we fall back
Even though in this world I never saw that

[Verse 1]
All the things I do for her
All the things she do for trust
Then again she do for us
Started off with just some lust
Then again it was a must
Even though we fight and fuss
Buy diamonds then we hug
Face down that's how I fuck
Like I ain't new to this
Been around the world
All types, all types of girls
I love you, drivin' in that Porsche
Like oh yeah
Brittany like slow down
When I hit it from the back
Brittany like slow down
She put on a show now
[Bridge]
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Fuck her on the counter, yeah
I'ma give her diamonds, oh yeah
I'ma go Rambo, oh yeah
Fuck her on camera, oh yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom
Aye, stole my whole style then I switched it
Told 'em slow down in the kitchen
Cause he whip it like it's Bisquick
Like lookin' at my Rollie get you right on my hit list
The way your bitch lookin' at me get her right on my hit list
Yeah, you can't do nothin' with me
No, you can't do nothin' with me
Yeah, you can't do nothin' with me
I'm just bein' honest, aye
I'm just bein' honest, aye
Count that check, that comma, aye
I might Saint Laurent it
Balmain, Saint Laurent it
Got your bitch all on me, aye
I don't wanna harm her, aye
Got my old bitch on me, aye
Drive around I own it, aye
Drive around, skrt, like I stole it, aye
All my clothes designer, aye
I don't ever fold 'em, aye
I remember cold days
Now my diamonds colder, aye
Changed on ya, that's on my neck
Hunch my back like Notre Dame
[Outro]
Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom
Don't get what she want she throw a tantrum
Get her what she want cause my bands up
You couldn't get her what she want cause you random
You be hatin' on the low, no you a fan, yeah
Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Harden[Intro]
Wheezy Beats

[Chorus]
Damn, no key just to start it
Now I'm gettin money, I 'member I just was starvin' (Okay, okay)
Walkin' in this water like the sea, watch how I part it (Okay, okay)
I got somethin' for you, please don't run up on me (Yeah, yeah)
Got my pocket rocket, I feel like I'm Harden
I'm so used to ballin', you need to award this
Your lil' bitch keep callin', Lil Uzi keep stallin' (Yeah, yeah)
That lil' bitch so garbage, that is not a target

[Verse 1]
New Balenciagas, then I do my step (Do my, what?)
Brush them haters off, then I gotta flex (Ayy, ayy, yeah, uh)
All my diamonds set, drive Lamb' like a 'Vette (Okay, skrrt)
Talkin' outside of your neck, if it ain't 'bout a check (Zoom)
And if you ain't givin' no neck, then I gotta hit next (Get out)
You ain't gon' never hear my voice I talk through text (Huh)
Think you know everything, you talk too much, wish you'd talk less (Huh)
Diamonds in my Carti, not a stalkin' man (What? Ooh)
Pull up in my whip, I'm not a walkin' man (Vroom)
Yeah, them bitches, they played him
Tell them that I'm comin', but I leave all 'em hoes waitin' (Yeah)
On her knees, that Voorhees, treat her like I'm Jason
[Chorus]
Damn, no key just to start it
Now I'm gettin money, I 'member I just was starvin' (Okay, okay)
Walkin' in this water like the sea, watch how I part it (Okay, okay)
I got somethin' for you, please don't run up on me (Yeah, yeah)
Got my pocket rocket, I feel like I'm Harden
I'm so used to ballin', you need to award this
Your lil' bitch keep callin', Lil Uzi keep stallin' (Yeah, yeah)
That lil' bitch so garbage, that is not a target

[Verse 2]
17, 5 whip it too much (Yeah)
Bitch I got high right off 2 cups (Damn)
Put a .30 shot in my Ruger (Bah)
No, I do not need a shooter (No)
Nowadays I am my own shooter (Ayy)
Look at that, woah, yeah, wrist froze (Huh)
Bad bitch, ass fat, pigeon toe (Ayy)
Love VLone, love Garçon, switchin' clothes (Okay)
Young nigga flexin', poppin', Christmas cold (Drippin')
Nowhere left to put these diamonds but my toes
But I'm not gon' do that, give it to my bros (Ooh)
I ain't forget, bitch, you was hatin' on the low (Sorry)

[Chorus]
Damn, no key just to start it
Now I'm gettin money, I 'member I just was starvin' (Okay, okay)
Walkin' in this water like the sea, watch how I part it (Okay, okay)
I got somethin' for you, please don't run up on me (Yeah, yeah)
Got my pocket rocket, I feel like I'm Harden
I'm so used to ballin', you need to award this
Your lil' bitch keep callin', Lil Uzi keep stallin' (Yeah, yeah)
That lil' bitch so garbage, that is not a target9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Finessin Hearts[Intro]
PJ Beats
DP on the beat

[Chorus]
Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No)
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact

[Verse 1]
Promethazine got me in a dream
Smokin' gas, lungs collapse
Xanny bars, take 'em by the threes
Man, you need to relax
All these drugs, feel like a junkie
It won't bring her back
And if I thought anybody really had my back
It'd be you, know you still my boo thing
Pull up in V, in that Mulsanne (Sportscar)
Kick game so retarded, it's a Liu Kang (Fire, fire)
Do anything for you 'cause I'm a fool, mane (Fool)
Ayy
[Refrain]
Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo)
Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi)
I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah)
She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No)
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact

[Refrain]
Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo)
Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi)
I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah)
She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames, ayy
Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo)
Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi)
I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah)
She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames, ayy
[Verse 2]
Gettin' that money, spent a lot of money my new chain, yeah
She left her hubby to get right with me, that's a food chain
Young nigga quick, stay on his shit and I won't turn into food, mane
Put on my necklace, look at them diamonds, water water jewels, mane
Gettin' this money, go to Bora Bora right with my crew, mane
Treatin' these girls like they is animals in a zoo, mane
Seventeen hundred a young nigga stuntin', I spend that on shoes, mane (One pair)
Burberry
Ghetto bitch got Burberry
(Ghetto bitch got Burberry)

[Chorus]
Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No)
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No)
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact

[Outro]
DP on the beat
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Stole Your Luv[Intro]
I know you tired of heart break
Baby, I am not them
And it’s not my fault I
Live the way that I am

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I remember when they said I would be nothin', yeah
Now I'm on a mission to the money
Now excuse me while I count all these hundreds
I don't even count that shit by a hundred no more
Count that shit just by a thou, wow, yeah
These lil girls chase me like I'm Lil' Bow Wow, yeah
Smokin' that gas, like I got the loud out, yeah
Guns all in my crib like that shit a hideout, yeah
They say that she ball, not in my house, yeah
I swear that I'm ballin' with no timeouts, yeah
I give her that D, I wait ‘till I foul out, yeah

[Hook]
Oh, my bad, yeah
I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah
Get her what she want and that bag, yeah
Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year
Rock Off-White with no price tags
Girl I love you, I can't fight that
If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that
If I was locked up, would you write back?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll
Now she wanna go cause I'm on a roll, cause I'm on a roll
Now she wanna go cause I'm on a roll, cause I'm on a roll
Like girl, where was you before?
Nevermind that cause she's a gnat, and she's gonna go
Yeah, I'm just stackin' my racks, ooh
Then I'm spending my racks, yeah
But I make it right back, yeah
Uzi walk with a Mac, yeah
Oh, aye, you want her back, yeah?
Look at your face boy, I know you're sad, yeah
You want her back, huh?
You want her back, yeah
Can't get her back, yeah
Cause I got the cash, yeah
I got the cash, yeah
I got the cash, yeah
200 all on my dash yeah
She done with you like a fad, yeah

[Hook]
Oh, my bad, yeah
I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah
Get her what she want and that bag, yeah
Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year
Rock Off-White with no price tags
Girl I love you, I can't fight that
If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that
If I was locked up, would you write back?
[Verse 3]
You're a tall glass of wine with your fine ass
And you know I got you back, girl, and that's a fact
Woah, smash that Rollie when I was riding KX
Yeah, your girl been my girl, if you ain't know, my bad
Like when she throw that water, water spend my K
Remember back, when she was just with him
I couldn't post nothing, no pictures
Me and my girl got two beginnings
Trillectro I knew I would get her
Then she poured us some more, and she threw Jeff’s ass out
Whatever he is, I'm ten times that
Times two, plus five, I'm ten times that
Oh, your music so dope, how come I can't find that? (Where that shit at?)
Oh, you Casper the ghost-writer and you ain't signed yet?
I'ma try to get you some shows, so you can get your mind back
Took what's yours, made it mine, now you just wishing you could get time back
Lil Uzi selling out shows, like, where your lines at?
Rockin' Alyx Studios, but, never mind that, skrrt!

[Hook]
Oh, my bad, yeah
I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah
Get her what she want and that bag, yeah
Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year
Rock Off-White with no price tags
Girl I love you, I can't fight that
If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that
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Alone Time[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)
Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die
Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die

[Chorus]
All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch
I already bought your bitch
We did everything, I already bought your bitch
Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops)
Ayy, rockstar shit
Ayy, rockstar shit, ayy

[Verse 1]
Sharing all these bitches with my bros
All these bitches out here, they be hoes
In the kitchen and they whippin' stoves
With my bitches and they toting poles
I just fucked me like 10 hoes
Stay down with my ten toes
Sharing all my money with my kinfolk
I am so done with the Kenzo jump in Benzo (uh yeah)
Um, rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz
Got your bitch all on my arm
Like, Lil Uzi he just be wildin'
He got like all of these options, yeah
My new bitch she is a vegan
I just be counting this broccoli
Yah, we got them choppers on choppers
Ain't nobody gonna stop us
I just be lightin the gas, yah
Sometimes I’m lit with the booth, yah
That bitch like oh where the tool, yah
She just be gone off the boot, yah
Like Rick Owens all on my shoes, yah
Feel like MJ with the moves, yah
Fucking your bitch with my goons, yah
Leave her wet like the pool, yah
[Chorus]
All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch
I already bought your bitch
We did everything, I already bought your bitch
Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops)
Ayy, rockstar shit
Ayy, rockstar shit

[Verse 2]
All these diamonds in my mouth is why I talk like this
Hundred fifty thousand why I walk like this
Yeah kick my little shit with a rockstar bitch
Yeah turn her right around and give her rockstar dick
That is not your bitch
We be going hard to ignite your bitch
Pass her right to the squad and they bite your bitch
Make her slob on my knob like a ho, like the whole Three 6
On the real, I don't even like your bitch
Ask squad, one night your bitch
Long dick and I'mma pipe your bitch
Long dick and I'mma pipe your bitch
Same  money don't even excite that bitch
Friend zone, I don't even like that bitch
10 hoes, on the real life's so lit
Number one rule, should've never wife'd that bitch
[Chorus]
All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch
I already bought your bitch
We did everything, I already bought your bitch
Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops)
Ayy, rockstar shit
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I Can Show You[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt Ox]
Uh (I'm working on dying)
Yeah, let me know
Yeah, let it go (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I might move like a cobra
But I'm far from a snake (Snake)
Said I live in the moment (Moment)
Got an expensive taste
She tried to lie for the money, uh
Know that girl want my cake, ooh (Yeah)
My chain straight from the ocean, uh
Your chain straight from the lake, yeah
Slam on her, O'Neal (Yeah)
I do not care how you feel (Woo)
And all my diamonds, they teal
White gold, but your chain steel (Woo)
Boy, you so broke, that's real (Yeah)
Armstrong on the money like Neil
Red stripes when I lift my shoe (Woo)
Red bottom on the bottom of her heel (Heel)

[Verse]
Um, yeah, we take the top off the foreigns
Take the top off, now she snorin' (Skrrt)
Um, yeah, took my redbone on vacay'
Now she woke up and she orange (Vroom)
Um, yeah, I can tell them niggas fake
But I don't know what he on (Ayy, ayy)
Um, yeah, he known to just make it rain
But I'm known to just make it storm (Woah, woah)
Um, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
None of these bitches I chase, uh
Bitch, I'm addicted to Chase, ayy (Woah)
Money stack up in my safe, ayy
Racks bustin' out so it ain't safe, ayy (Woah)
She wanna hit my weed but I told this girl, "This a face" (Ayy)
I swear y'all niggas, y'all late
Y'all turnin' that Human Made right into BAPE, ayy
Uh, your pockets are weight
You try to keep up and them shits, they deflate, yeah
Okay, I got me a 'Gatti, uh
Just in case you try to race (Ayy)
Okay, I know 'bout some bodies
But I put my hand on my face (Shh)
[Chorus]
I might move like a cobra
But I'm far from a snake (Snake)
Said I live in the moment (Moment)
Got an expensive taste
She tried to lie for the money, uh
Know that girl want my cake, ooh (Yeah)
My chain straight from the ocean, uh
Your chain straight from the lake, yeah
Slam on her, O'Neal (Yeah)
I do not care how you feel (Woo)
And all my diamonds, they teal
White gold, but your chain steel (Woo)
Boy, you so broke, that's real (Yeah)
Armstrong on the money like Neil
Red stripes when I lift my shoe (Woo)
Red bottom on the bottom of her heel (Heel)
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Ballin[Intro]
Ayy, I just was telling Keisha
Like, I'ma have dolphins and shit in my crib

[Verse 1]
Waking up livin' life with no outcome (With no outcome)
Fucked that bitch outside gave her out cum (Gave her out cum)
By any means just like Malcolm (Just like malcolm)
Live by any means just like Malcolm (Just like malcolm, yeah)
I be outside all the way from the mornin' to dark (Mornin' to dark)
All these diamonds in my teeth, yeah I barely can talk (Barely can talk)
I be ballin' like I am Derrick Rose (Skrrt)
Killin' my competition like I'm Rogue
LUV is rage, I'm in the crowd at my shows

[Chorus]
I just want all of my niggas to ball
I just want all of my niggas to see
All the shit that I might not get to see
I just want all of my niggas to eat
I might just pull out that lean, that's a four
I might just jump in a 'Rari with two doors
I might just pull up and fuck on two hoes (Yeah)
I might just pull up and stunt like a boss (Boss, ayy, ayy)
I spent seven thousand right on the coat (Coat)
On the real I don't know how to spell broke
If she talk too much I put dick in her throat (Yeah, yeah)
I be ballin' like I am Derrick Rose
Killin' my competition like I'm Rogue
LUV is rage, I'm in the crowd at my shows
[Verse 2]
Counting money 'til I'm blue in the face (Blue in the face)
Yeah, count money and they blue in the face
Yeah, I fucked that bitch 'til she blue in the face
Wearin' Balmain, extra skinny, skinny
Skinny all the way 'til I'm blue in the waist
Yeah, mixin' lean, everywhere soda
Ayy, unlike my heart, my cup way colder (Way colder)
Yeah, Xanny bars got me way bolder (Way bolder, yeah)
Ayy, I just be countin' the bank (Whoa)
I ball like I am Durant
Ayy, your bitch I swear she a fan
Ayy, I put that money on you
Yeah, lil' nigga you'll get fanned
Yeah, livin' life like I'm a rock star
I do this shit for my fans (For my fans)
My brother, he is a block star
He amazing with the pans

[Chorus]
I just want all of my niggas to ball
I just want all of my niggas to see
All the shit that I might not get to see
I just want all of my niggas to eat
I might just pull out that lean, that's a four (Haha)
I might just jump in a 'Rari (Skrrt-skrrt) with two doors
I might just pull up and fuck on two hoes (Yeah)
I might just pull up and stunt like a boss (Boss, ayy, ayy)
I spent seven thousand right on the coat (Coat)
On the real I don't know how to spell broke
If she talk too much I put dick in her throat (Yeah, skrrt)
I be ballin' like I am Derrick Rose (Skrrt)
Killin' my competition like I'm Rogue
LUV is rage, I'm in the crowd at my shows
[Verse 3]
Paid a lot of money for this ice (For this ice)
On the real I think I found my wife (Found my wife, Brittany)
Always in my hair just like some lice, when I miss a call you know I hit her twice
Put it on my life, higher than a kite
Living life like I can't die, they live for me and that's the reason why

[Chorus]
I just want all of my niggas to ball
I just want all of my niggas to see
All the shit that I might not get to see
I just want all of my niggas to eat
I might just pull out that lean, that's a four
I might just jump in a 'Rari with two doors
I might just pull up and fuck on two hoes
I might just pull up and stunt like a boss
I spent seven thousand right on the coat
On the real I don't know how to spell broke
If she talk too much I put dick in her throat
I be ballin' like I am Derrick Rose
Killin' my competition like I'm Rogue
LUV is rage, I'm in the crowd at my shows4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Miss Cleo[Intro]
I got my nina, don't need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
'Cause she know I'm just gon' read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
I got my nina, don't need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
'Cause she know I'm just gon' read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
That-that-that-that-that, that be Maaly Raw!

[Hook]
Yea I'm walkin' with them racks
Yea I'm walkin' with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin' cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I'm a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya
[Verse 1]
Yeah, mix it up in a double cup
Cuz gettin' so screwed up
Life gettin' so screwed up
Diamonds hittin', they look blue ya
You got rhinestones, you can't fool us
Brought my side bitch, I'ma put up
Mix my young bitches with cougars
Fool us, no you can not fool us
Yeah, talk to my shooter
They say they need some more ruler
She better follow my rule
Diamonds so cool like a cooler
Yeah, thumb through the money, right through it
All of my money is blue ya
What's her name don't know she new
Yea don't have a DJ Clue
Counting money help my mood
Yea you know
Mister diamond wet like boat
Y'all always copy my flow
Adam Sandler with my clique like remote
Put 'em on pause
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Countin' this money keep goin'
Watch me, I’m hittin' my shoulder
Watch me, I’m hittin' my shoulder
Watch me, I’m hittin' my shoulder
[Hook]
Yea I'm walkin' with them racks
Yea I'm walkin' with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin' cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I'm a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Verse 2]
Spending that money at Dovers
This is a Range not a Land Rover
I keep it clean
Inside peanut butter outside mint green
I never been overseas
But got some girls from overseas
Yea you know what I mean
Fly 'em first class so I can uhm just see 'em
One night with me she just want to leave him
I told her that she really should keep him
Cause he hold her down and he good people
She said her love for me is not equal
We are the same but I'm just a little higher like Bugatti and Beetle
Know I told you I would never leave you
Ok hit that thing right in that fetal
Me and my boys walk across the street with them suits on feel like The Beatles
I heard you chain was a rental
I love my ring like I'm Smeagol
Yea I stay sharp like a needle
Yea I'm so high like an eagle
I pulled up in that two seater
Put my cousin in a Bimmer
I got money I don't need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
'Cause she know I'm just gon' read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
Used to set it off in Neiman's
Whip it up now they fiendin'
Nowadays I fight my demons
Drink soda like Kel got dreads like Kenan
[Hook]
Yea I'm walkin' with them racks
Yea I'm walkin' with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin' cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I'm a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Got the Guap[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear, Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear, Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap (Slime)
I swear, Mister Lil Uzi got the guap (Slatt)
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap (Woah)
I swear, Mister Lil Uzi got the guap, uh (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Money come in, won't stop
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know any time I'm gon' drop
You know none of them songs gon' flop
You know all of them songs gon' pop
I went platinum again, my God
I went two-tone on my drop
Bugatti, that's one-point-six off stock
Don't need no brakes, don't plan on stop
I told that girl, "I only want all the top"
Because punani always fall on my lap (Yeah)
They know that I got the game all in a lock
He talkin' 'bout bird, we get that by the flock
A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot
I got way too much love right there, right for my block
And as long as my heart beating, it will not stop
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I don't know nothin', who done got shot?
All I know I'm just boolin' with my slime (Yeah)
And if they come get you and you got whopped
Then lil' slime, you gotta do your time
Like never mind that lil' shit 'cause we rich
'Cause right now we livin' and we doin' fine
And I understand why you livin' that life
We from the same hood, that's a nickel and dime
That's all we know
God gave me the opportunity to open doors
I'm up in Starlet's, seen YellowDol take all my dough (Woah)
She not even on the pole (No)
I got that girl from my bro (Facts)
Yeah, yeah, you know how this life goes, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm coming out Starlet's like four (Four)
DQ watchin' the door
He blast at the opps for sure, yeah, yeah (Rrah, rrah)
They ain't even know me and Bubba was close (Let's go)
Niggas, they plot on the low (Let's go)
But they all get smoked, sheets and toe, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Young Thug]
Money come in, won't stop
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know any time I'm gon' drop
You know none of them songs gon' flop
You know all of them songs gon' pop
I went platinum again, my God
I went two-tone on my drop
Bugatti, that's one-point-six off stock (Skrrt)
Don't need no brakes, don't plan on stop
I told that girl, "I only want all the top"
Because punani always fall on my lap (Yeah)
They know that I got the game all in a lock (Game, game)
He talkin' 'bout bird, we get that by the flock (Woah)
A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot (Let's go)
I got way too much love right there, right for my block (Woah)
And as long as my heart beating, it will not stop
(Slime, slatt, slatt, hold up, baby)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the top off the coupe, wear the covers (Skrrt)
If you love me, then come eat my nuts (Slatt)
Hundred million up now, ain't no trust (No trust)
Comme Des Garçons down when we lust
Get the pack in and I ride like the bus (My God)
I had rent you them bands out in custody (Yeah)
Told a cougar to try not to love on me
Push the bitch to the ground, she was nuttin' on me
She was crying and write me a summary (Woo)
Yellow and black the Lam', the bumblebee (Woo)
Just like a dog, she come to me (Yeah)
I put a fish on the wrist (I put a fish on the)
Parkay, it come with a dish (Dish)
My Lambo' is washed, I don't rock Jordans, but today I got some, yeah
Yeah, Chanel is one of the reasons all them notice me
Yeah, it's been a long way to the victory and the nominees
Paris Fashion Week, shit ain't enough for me
I took the drip to Jupiter, never come back to the States

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Young Thug]
Money come in, won't stop
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know any time I'm gon' drop
You know none of them songs gon' flop
You know all of them songs gon' pop
I went platinum again, my God
I went two-tone on my drop
Bugatti, that's one-point-six off stock
Don't need no brakes, don't plan on stop
I told that girl, "I only want all the top"
Because punani always fall on my lap (Yeah)
They know that I got the game all in a lock
He talkin' 'bout bird, we get that by the flock
A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot
I got way too much love right there, right for my block
And as long as my heart beating, it will not stop (Skrrt)9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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$UB ZERO[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil Uzi, huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, um
(That be Maaly Raw)

[Chorus]
Break it down (Chop it up)
To a half, to a whole, yeah, what?
Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy
Look at my bank, doin' zeros
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros
(Count that money, count that money, count it)
Break it down (Chop it up)
To a half, to a whole, yeah, what?
Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy
Look at my bank, doin' zeros
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros

[Refrain]
Yeah, what?
Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy
Look at my bank, doin' zeros (Chee)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros, yeah, uh (Ayy)
(Count that money, count that money, count it)
Count my dinero (Ayy)
Yeah, in the mob, yeah
Like I'm Robert De Niro (De Niro)
Yeah, pull out that Porsche and that 'Rari (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Please do not pull out Camaro (What?)
Yeah, look at your girl lookin' at me like a hero, yeah (Oh my god)
[Verse 1]
She play my dick like that shit Guitar Hero, yeah (Oh my god)
Rockstar lifestyle all the way to the bonemarrow, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I believe I can fly
You know I ain't scared to die, huh? Yeah (No way, no way, no way)

[Refrain]
Yeah, what?
Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy
Look at my bank, doin' zeros
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
(Count that money, count that money, count it)
Count my dinero (Ayy)
Yeah, in the mob, yeah
Like I'm Robert De Niro (De Niro)
Yeah, pull out that Porsche and that 'Rari
Please do not pull out Camaro (What?)
Yeah, look at your girl, lookin' at me like a hero (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, pull up right there in that Hummer, ayy, yeah
Diamonds, they shine like the summer, ayy (What? What?)
Gettin' money
Eatin' my eggs little runny (Ayy, yeah), what?
Little girl, you cannot cuff me (No), yeah, what?
Now I be countin' my money (Lil Uzi)
All of my haters, I love 'em (Yeah)
All of my haters, I love 'em (Yeah)
All of my haters, I love 'em (Yeah)
All of my haters, I love 'em (I love 'em)
What you know 'bout it, that country? (Yeah)
Gettin' that work out the country (Ayy)
Movin' that work in the dungeon (Move with it, move with it)
Fuck that bitch once, she a Done-Ya (Yeah)
Hit from the front and she love it (Yeah)
Hit from the back and stop comin' (What?)
And I just laugh at the money (Yeah)
I really turned into something (Yeah)
Countin' up paper, I'm thumbin', yeah
Countin' blue notes and I'm thumbin', yeah
Huh? What? You broke, boy (What?)
[Chorus]
Break it down (Chop it up)
To a half, to a whole, yeah, what?
Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy
Look at my bank, doin' zeros
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)
Break it down (Chop it up)
To a half, to a whole, yeah, what?
Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy
Look at my bank, doin' zeros (Beep)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)

[Outro]
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)
Behind that one (What?)
That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Yamborghini Dream[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger
This shit don't stop
I, I recognize that
Nigga, this shit gon' keep goin', you know
With or without it
Ya dig?
808 Mafia

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm with the 808 Mafia
You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya
I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy
I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord
No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga
Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga
I'ma accelerate on the nigga
Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga
I just joined a mob
I'm the boss, I'm that boy
I want millions with Floyd
I shine bright in the dark
I'm a beast, where my feast?
Honey me, I'm a bee
I'ma trap with a Trojan
Bite these red Applebees
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I pour fours in a cream soda
My ice wet just like Daytona
My dope white like South Dakota
And my diamonds are black like Folger's
Somebody tell 'em they ain't stoppin' me, no
I call her tart, she gon' come pop for me, yeah
If I get her started, she gone start with me
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm with the 808 Mafia
You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya
I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy
I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord
No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga
Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga
I'ma accelerate on the nigga
Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga
I just joined a mob
I'm the boss, I'm that boy
I want millions with Floyd
I shine bright in the dark
I'm a beast, where my feast?
Honey me, I'm a bee
I'ma trap with a Trojan
Bite these red Applebees
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo
Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I fuck with the Bentley
You the type nigga that fuck with the Fiat
Andalé, andalé, I'm over here
Yeah, hit it from the back
I mix the lean with the Xan
Rest in peace to A$AP Yams
You know that movie Blow?
Yeah, they based that right off me
I pay my killer 20 a piece but
Yo' ass will get whacked for free
Hatin' on me, uh, it made me sick
When I sneeze around her hair
Bitch will let you kiss on that bitch lips, uh
Now she 'round here licking dick
Boy, now she realized I'm the shit, wha'?
Steak and lobster and the shrimp, ayy
Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko
My gun can't fit on my hip, ayy
If I can catch you my nigga, ayy
I take it out on your crew, ayy
If I can't find no more niggas, ayy
I take it out your bitch
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm with the 808 Mafia
You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya
I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy
I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord
No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga
Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga
I'ma accelerate on the nigga
Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga
I just joined a mob
I'm the boss, I'm that boy
I want millions with Floyd
I shine bright in the dark
I'm a beast, where my feast?
Honey me, I'm a bee
I'ma trap with a Trojan
Bite these red Applebees

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Eenie miney meenie miney mo
Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo
Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mission to the Loot[Intro]
Get that money, yeah, no matter what
I'ma get that money, yeah, no matter what
I'ma get that money, yeah, no matter what

[Chorus]
Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes (Fifteen hundred, fifteen hundred)
Then I brought ten pairs for my whole crew (1600, 1600)
Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my what?)
I was on a mission to the loot (Hey)
I was on a mission to the loot
I was on a mission to the loot (Mission to the loot)
Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my mood)
I was on a mission to the loot

[Verse 1]
My new crib, that bitch got a pool (Water)
Diamonds, they so white, them shits look blue
Christian Dior all up on my suit (Damn)
She called me slime so covered her in goo (What?)
Realer, don't get realer, yeah
Hang with killers and the villains, yeah (Ayy)
I'm a million, I'm a millionaire
Smoke a Backwood, put a pill in there
Fuck that girl off the Perc', I can't feel in there
This my trap-trap, bust some pills in there (Trap, trap)
Cut the lights off, can't no bills come there
Diamonds so cool, caught a chill in here
Diamonds Buffalo, ain't no Bills in here
Pull up, Lambo' coupe, only come with two chairs
But it's two of you, better squeeze in there
Hit it from the back, pull your Brazilian hair
[Chorus]
Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes (Fifteen hundred, fifteen hundred)
Then I brought ten pairs for my whole crew (1600, 1600)
Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my what?)
I was on a mission to the loot (Hey)
I was on a mission to the loot
I was on a mission to the loot (Mission to the loot)
Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my mood)
I was on a mission to the loot

[Verse 2]
First, I kept it real, then the racks came (Racks)
Always on the block like I'm trapping (Trap, trap)
Pull up in that coupe like I'm Batman (Skrr)
It ain't got no roof, that's my matte thing (Yeah)
Who the fuck are you? (You)
Now she wanna choose (Choose)
Fuck 'em by the twos (Huh?)
Diamonds on my tooth
Speakin' of a mop, she suck my dick, don't use a tooth (Huh?)
Walkin' with my jewels 'cause I got my tool (Fire)
I can't trust these girls 'cause none of them are new
I was on the Xan', ended up on the moon
Make her bring her friend 'cause I fuck 'em by the two
Diamonds on my hands, I got diamonds on my shoes
Yeah, you know that I can't lose, yeah
Always up in the bag, yeah
You know that I can't lose, yeah
I was in your girl's DMs at 1:45
Got her number by 2, yeah
I was in your girl's DMs at 1:45
Got her number by 2, yeah
[Chorus]
Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes (Fifteen hundred, fifteen hundred)
Then I brought ten pairs for my whole crew (1600, 1600)
Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my what?)
I was on a mission to the loot (Hey)
I was on a mission to the loot
I was on a mission to the loot (Mission to the loot)
Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my mood)
I was on a mission to the loot30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Belly[Intro]
I'm from the beast of the Belly
I'm from the beast of the Belly

[Chorus]
I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly)
Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah)
Really ain't shit you can tell me (No)
Bitch be like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn)
My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha)
My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna)
Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow)
Pull out my dick and she swallow

[Post-Chorus]
My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha)
My side bitch, her name Kionna (Kionna)
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
Pull out my dick and she swallow
Hanging with the killers and robbers

[Verse 1]
I fuck your bitch with no condom
Now you take care of my family
Mixing the lean with yo drama
That shit tastes like Cotton Candy
Keisha put dick in her belly
Kionna never wear no panties
I beat it, I feel like I'm Danny
I'm skrrting out in the White Rovers
You driving Toyota Corollas
The Bentley, it's system, no solar
My bitch's skin look like it's mocha
I pull out my dick and I poke her
My gun, I swear, ain't got no holster
I hit yo ass right with the toaster
We bout it, 'bout it like Magnolia
If you walk fast, my gun will slow ya
I tear a hole in you like donuts
I'm whippin' that white like the Jonas'
I'm fuckin' yo bitch for the bonus
Um, please show me, um, my opponent
I'm likin' the way that I'm flowin'
You look at my chain, now it's snowin'
Snakes all in the grass, get to mowin'
Extendo on gun and then I get to blowin'
[Chorus]
I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly)
Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah)
Really ain't shit you can tell me (No)
My bitch like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn)
My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha)
My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna)
Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow)
Pull out my dick and she swallow

[Post-Chorus]
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
Pull out my dick and she swallow
Hang with killers and robbers

[Verse 2]
Ayy
Chain colder, cold-hearted, ayy
Diamond flawless, I'm important, ayy
I rock Visvim, this ain't Jordan, babe
Hundreds all on them hoes, ayy
Spending money with my bros, ayy
Throwing shots at my foes, ayy
Drinking lean, this ain't rosé
Bandana tied, feel like I'm 2Pac, ayy
I'm grilled up like an ox, ayy
Me and my bitch in the house, ayy
She tried to argue me out, ayy
What is this I'm all about
She said "Who the fuck is Kionna?", ayy
I said "It's only you, Keisha", ayy
Then it's my dick what I feed her
Keisha my main
Got Kionna on the side, Like Chicken Caesar
I swerve in the Range
All my whips, I got work and I use an egg beater
Dress up like I'm homeless
I'm gon' walk up to your whip and watch you lose your brain
Been in this game
I might go to Africa, money insane
[Chorus]
I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly)
Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah)
Really ain't shit you can tell me (No)
My bitch like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn)
My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha)
My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna)
Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow)
Pull out my dick and she swallow

[Post-Chorus]
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
Pull out my dick and she swallow
Hang with the killers and robbers12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Skir Skirr[Intro]
Lil Uzi
Made a (Uh) made a - made a blunt (Yeah, huh)
Move like a bih (Ooh) make it twerk, brr
Hello?

[Chorus]
Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skirr
Uh, hit my, uh, phone, yeah
Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Uh)
Two P's, hundred perc-percs
I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh)
Which way, which way, work work (Uh)
Where the pot, where the pot, skirr skir (Ayy)
Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skir (Uh)
Hit my (Uh), phone (Yeah)
Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Hello)
Two P's, hundred perc-percs
I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh)
Which way, which way, work work (Uh)
Where the pot, where the pot
Skirr skir

[Verse 1]
Chopper, brand new chopper disperse (Uh)
Bad bitch wet, starburst (Uh)
You know what made it worse? (Uh)
That's your girlfriend, then I had it first (Uh)
Foreign whip, bitch I forget to swerve (Uh)
See a opp, then a nigga on alert (Ayy)
I'm the type nigga that make her work (Yeah)
With the Gucci on this linen shirt (Ayy)
In the hood, I was just living there (Ayy)
Everyday, I had to shed a tear (Yeah)
Had no shoes we had to share a pair (Ayy)
Now my neck shine like a chandelier (Yah)
Told her that I met my coupe, sit right there (Yeah)
Go to the crib, I'ma hit right there (Ayy)
They throwing shots, but they missing there (Ayy)
Wrist it be cool like a Frigidaire (Ayy)
Cold, ooh, so cold
Ooh, heavy coke on the stove (Yuh, ooh)
I'm a fool with the pole (Yuh)
So slimy, wipe my nose (Check it)
Water diamond need a boat (Yeah)
Water diamond need a row (Yeah)
Mix the yellow with white gold (Huh, uh)
Hit it fast then hit slow (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skirr
Uh, hit my, uh, phone, yeah
Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Uh)
Two P's, hundred perc-percs
I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh)
Which way, which way, work work (Uh)
Where the pot, where the pot, skirr skir (Ayy)
Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skir (Uh)
Hit my (Uh), phone (Yeah)
Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Hello)
Two P's, hundred perc-percs
I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh)
Which way, which way, work work (Uh)
Where the pot, where the pot
Skirr skir

[Verse 2]
Stop it
Tryna help me, no I got it (Stop it)
I just made a whole deposit (Ching)
Told the bitch I'ma profit (Yeah)
Lil' nigga, but I'm stocky (Ooh)
Same city yea as Rocky (Ayy)
Count up carrots and the broccoli (Uh)
Wish a nigga try to stop me (Uh)
I smoke gas out the dry leaf (Uh)
Ain't no seed, ain't no poppy (Uh)
Margiela, bitch I'm stylin' (Uh)
Different color, like a rock (Uh)
Bitch, I'm shoppin', Milan (Ayy)
Got my ring like a Hobbit (Ooh)
Pull up with the shottie (Ooh)
Old school Teddy Riley (Ooh)
Oh I, oh I think they (Yeah)
Oh I, oh I think they like me (Uh, think they like)
Maybe 'cause my wrist is biting (Uh)
Maybe 'cause my chain get hyphy (Huh)
Put my dick in your wifey (Yuh)
Said that shit first verse (Lil Uz-)
Put a nigga in a hearse (Uh)
Better yet, in the dirt (Yuh)
Shoot a 3 like I'm Dirk
[Chorus]
Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skirr
Uh, hit my, uh, phone, yeah
Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Uh)
Two P's, hundred perc-percs
I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh)
Which way, which way, work work (Uh)
Where the pot, where the pot, skirr skir (Ayy)
Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skir (Uh)
Hit my (Uh), phone (Yeah)
Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Hello)
Two P's, hundred perc-percs
I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh)
Which way, which way, work work (Uh)
Where the pot, where the pot
Skirr skir11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Big Watch[Intro]
Wheezy Beats

[Verse]
Thank you, come again (Yeah)
You should bring your friend (Huh?)
You should bring your sister (What?)
I heard she's your twin (Yeah)
Diamonds when I grin (What?)
Diamonds on my rims
Flooded out my Cartier, I got diamonds on my lens
You know I'm a hitter (Yeah)
Shawty get around so I can't lick her (Lil Uzi)
I know what she do right off the liquor
Killin' all my opps, they wish that it'd stop
Yeah, I rock out like I'm part of Slipknot (What's up?)
Time is money so I brought a big watch
Stack it vertical, ooh
Count it sideways, ooh
Ain't 'bout my cake, ooh
Get out my face, ooh
Hatin' on my swag, type to give me a migraine (Migraine)
Pull up on my main bitch with my side thing
I was in a Hellcat, made her gyrate (Skrrt)
Bunch of blue old men up in my safe
Yeah, my wrist so heavy, had to fix my watch
Gettin' money, I just went up in my stock (Yeah)
Up in traffic, never lackin' in a drop (Yeah)
I will never put my trust up in a thot (Yeah, thot)
I put special rubber bands around my knots (Yeah)
'Cause if I use regulars, you know they pop (They pop)
If you wanna fight, I'll whip 'em like a pot (Oh, woah)
Everybody out, they brought them cameras out (Cameras out)
Aim it at your nose, aim it at your mouth (Yeah)
Aim it at your bitch, aim it at your house (Yeah)
[Outro]
Again (Yeah)
Friend (Huh?)
Sister (What?)
Twin (Yeah)
Grin (Blaow)
Rims (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ooh)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Banned from TV[Intro]
Oh yeah
G-G-G-Good work, Charlie

[Chorus]
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit)
You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick)
We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah)

[Verse 1]
And you know I got that chopper like Osama, yeah (Woo, woo)
And that presidential Rollie like Obama, yeah (Like Obama)
Told that bitch I like her face and her persona, yeah (Oh, persona)
Getting money, grandma, we don't need Obamacare (Oh yeah)
I tat my face, I dye my hair and let it lock up, yeah (Oh yeah)
I wanna last with Brittany like Keith and Otanya, yeah (Oh yeah)
But nothing last forever, thousand dollar sweater (Oh yeah)
12 come around and I turn 'to Helen Keller (Oh yeah)

[Chorus]
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit, oh yeah)
You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick, oh yeah)
We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah)
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit, oh yeah)
You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick, oh yeah)
We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
I came from the gutter, ayy
Riding with my brothers, ayy (Oh yeah)
Bitches, we just fuck them, ayy (Ayy, damn)
We will never love 'em, ayy (Ayy, damn, oh yeah)
Driving in a Hummer, ayy (Skrrt)
Balling every summer, ayy (Oh yeah)
Balling every winter, ayy (Yeah)
You a tough rat, Master Splinter, ayy (Oh yeah)
I just made a hundred K (Hundred)
Spent me like six, uh, thousand a day (Oh yeah)
Remember I couldn't get that bitch (No, no, no)
Now I fuck like six hoes a day (Ayy, oh yeah)
VVS diamonds gon' cover my face (Ayy)
Walk with the money in Balmain jeans (Ayy, oh yeah)
They know my name in Barneys, baby (Yeah)
That's because Lil Uzi ballin', baby (Oh yeah)

[Chorus]
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit, oh yeah)
You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick, oh yeah)
We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah)
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit, oh yeah)
You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick, oh yeah)
We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah)14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lullaby[Chorus]
I got off-topic, I start
Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah, DY Krazy)
Talkin’ about the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah)
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I’m 'posed to fear? Yeah
I talk to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah

[Interlude]
Yeah
And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
Five, four, three, two, one
I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done
Said I changed when the money start comin'
How the fuck you think I wasn’t gon’ catch on to all that game you was runnin'?
See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider
That’s why you ain't want me to wear no condom
Now tell me what's that about?
Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot?
She lucky I ain’t kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot
See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out
See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (Skrrt)
Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out
Man, you see I don't care about love
[Chorus]
I got off-topic, I start
Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah)
Talkin' about the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah)
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah
I talk to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah

[Verse 2]
I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too
I think her mama even feelin' me too
You got a million excuse
When you broke, I just brought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah
Summertime, top off
But my seats, they all made of goose
I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth
I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah)
Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop
But I can't blame her because
Baby girl had to get her bills paid
They was up and I got my meals late
Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great
I still feel weight
Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me
Damn
[Interlude]
It's just a lullaby, yeah
Sometimes you just gotta say bye
(I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah
(Put me on my side)

[Verse 3]
Picture me, broke as shit (What?)
Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (Yeah)
Probably be flippin' bricks (Yeah)
Probably be pimpin' chicks (Yeah)
I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin'
We kill niggas for like fifty G's (Flex)
I got that nigga hit for a ten-piece (Yeah)
They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in
See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in
Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone
Shit, man, we kill for fun
Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one
That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs
'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (Yeah)
Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (So?)
If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day
See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin'
But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh
I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug
Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family
I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies
Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties
See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy
I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (Fresh)
They'll pull the white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy
I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah
[Outro]
And it's just crazy how
The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (Goodbye, world)
These bitches be plottin' on you (I'm going to Pluto)
All you got is you at the end of the day
You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way
Yeah
It's just a lullaby4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Doin’ the Most[Intro]
Alright
Alright
(Wheezy Beats)

[Chorus]
Lil' bitch, I ain't checkin' on you, I get the guap, I flex on you, ooh
She suck my dick with no tooth, not in her house, right in the coupe, ooh
Diamonds they black, they ain't blue, with the white in it like Pepé Le Pew, ooh
I took that bitch in her room, I can't just hit one I gotta hit two, uh
You know I'm doing the most (Most)
You know she call me the GOAT (GOAT)
I put my dick in her throat (Yeah)
Then I gotta say "Buenas Noches" (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
I flood my chain it's a choker (Chain)
Dick in her throat, it's gon' choke her (Woo)
Yeah, her last boyfriend so broke (Yeah)
Lil Uzi, rich like stockbroker, uh (Ayy)
My new bitch straight off the poster, uh (Ayy)
Skin the same color as mocha, uh (Ayy)
On your block, watch how I post up
Stayed a real nigga just like I'm 'posed to, uh
About my bread, I might toast ya, uh
My new gun came with a holster, uh (Yuh)
This is a Lamb not a Lotus, uh (Skrr)
I put a 12 in a Roadster, uh (Skrr)
'Member I couldn't get a token, yah
Pocket so fat that they pokin', yah
I had to go count up a check today (Ayy)
Rollie got diamonds, I flex today (Ayy)
No, she did not give the sex away
But I heard she gave the neck away (Huh)
Found out that boy was extra fake
On his lil' head, put that extra cake (Ahh)
24 hours, get extra baked (Ahh)
Now I gotta give my Tec away (Ahh)
Gucci my jeans and these Prada my waist
Now that bitch tryna molest my face (Yuh)
Fucked your lil' bitch so I rest my case
.357 he rest the case (Ayy)
Pull up with sticks, hit 'em, extra case (Yuh)
I got the sauce, I got extra taste (Lil Uzi)
[Bridge]
Now I'm movin' smart, I can't lose (I can't lose)
I just want 'em all, I can't choose (I can't choose)
I put plus ones in my jewels (In my jewels)
Went to the stars, mars, then the moon (And the moon)

[Verse 2]
Get the work in from my homies (Work)
Get the work right in the morning (Yah)
She eat it up 'til I'm snoring (Uh)
I beat it up 'til it's boring (Yah)
Diamonds look like when you open your eyes in the mornin' (Uh)
The crack of dawnin' (Ayy)
I turned to a star, man (Star, man)
My new crib it got a doorman (Uh)
I know some niggas that's warrin' (Ahh)
Poppin' it out for like 4 bands (Ahh)
These bitches they be recordin'
My money stretch out like accordion (Yah)
See, accordin' to my plans
Couple more months, I will be the man (Be the man)

[Chorus]
Lil' bitch, I ain't checkin' on you, I get the guap, I flex on you, ooh
She suck my dick with no tooth, not in her house, right in the coupe, ooh
Diamonds they black, they ain't blue, with the white in it like Pepé Le Pew, ooh
I took that bitch in her room, I can't just hit one I gotta hit two, uh
You know I'm doing the most (Most)
You know she call me the GOAT (GOAT)
I put my dick in her throat (Yeah)
Then I gotta say "Buenas Noches" (Ayy)
[Outro]
I had to go count up a check today26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Intro[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank

[Chorus]
Didn't trust broad from beginning
Don't fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin'
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin'
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin'
Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'

[Verse 1]
Stackin' my money, I'm countin' this paper (Woo)
You fuck with me, .223 bullet in chamber (Yeah, yeah)
I promise you, leave your girl 'round me, I'll take her (I'll take her)
She didn't wanna lick up Lil Uzi, now had taste it
Faded I put down my dough, I don't really be chasin' (Uh)
LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers (Woo)
Baby, that ass fit we wanna really see you shake it (Yeah, yeah)
Swerve in the coupe and I'm countin' that money, no choice
She said, "Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist"
She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion
I'm drivin' up in the Rolls Royce (I do)
I'm countin' money when I'm bored (I'm countin', I'm countin')
Stop countin' money 'cause that's what I do when I'm bored
If you ain't really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point?
I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, in that bedroom feel like I'm Floyd
Uh, uh, uh
[Interlude]
Uh

[Chorus]
Didn't trust broad from beginning
Don't fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin'
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin'
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin'
Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'

[Bridge]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, oh, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm off the Xan, she off Roc'
Trunk in the front of my car
I met the slut at the bar
I fucked the slut at the bar
Strummin' that pussy, guitar
Smashin' that bih' like guitar
Shots on your bitch like JR
Belt and my wallet, Goyard
Raf Simons steppin' on ya
Margielas steppin' on ya
Rick Owens steppin' on ya
All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark (See in the dark)
I am not regular, baby girl, you're with a star (You're with a star)
I am ballin' like I am Derrick Rose
I be ballin' like I’m miss Amber Rose
LUV is rage, jump in the crowd at my shows
[Chorus]
Didn't trust broad from beginning
Don't fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin'
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin'
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin'
Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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That’s My Rule[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
Brrt
Yeah

[Chorus]
Don't be rude
Like my bitches to come in twos
That's my rule
You's a fool
If you think that your boo
Wasn't stuck to me like glue
Don't rock Jays
Okay, I might rock ones
Okay, don't rock twos
Who's those dudes?
Okay, that's my goons
When I say they shoot (Shoot)
Don't be rude
Like my bitches to come in twos
That's my rule
You's a fool
If you think that your boo
Wasn't stuck to me like glue
Don't rock Jays
Okay, I might rock ones
Okay, don't rock twos
Who's those dudes?
Okay, that's my goons
When I say they shoot (Shoot)
[Verse]
A lot of money, that's all in my pocket (Chee)
Uh, Goyard, that’s all on my wallet (Yeah)
Uh, money can't fit in my pocket (Chee)
Damn, she suckin' me off, I got knowledge
Boy, you will go blind (Blind)
If you look straight at my diamonds (Chee)
Yeah, I been fly (Yeah)
Bitch, this is that perfect timing (Woo)
I get so high
I get so high
I get so high
I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why
I get so high
I don't know, yeah

[Chorus]
Don't be rude
Like my bitches to come in twos
That's my rule
You's a fool
If you think that your boo
Wasn't stuck to me like glue
Don't rock Jays
Okay, I might rock ones
Okay, don't rock twos
Who's those dudes?
Okay, that's my goons
When I say they shoot (Shoot)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Numb*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Woah, let’s go
Turn up, let's go

[Chorus]
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb)
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb)
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb)
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb)

[Verse 1]
Pour me numb (Oh yeah)
I get so geeked up until I'm dumb (I'm out)
Fuck your girl one time and now she sprung (She stuck)
Know she didn’t mean to fall in love (Fall in love)
Ridin’ on this dirt bike, yeah I got her drunk (Woah)
Baby, I got something for your tongue (For your tongue)
Rockstar lifestyle but I swear I am no punk
Ayy, so much swag, I should be model (Yeah)
No, this not no Ferragamo (Let's go)
Balenciaga on my collar (Huh?)
Just watch the way the money pile up
You know everyone know I am your father
I told that girl her boyfriend childish
Look like Angelica, walk with the toddlers
She gave me head, graduated from Howard
Smoke 41, graduated from sour (Yeah)
My crib so big, compare it to a tower
Don't care if you stink, you can't, um, use my shower (No)
No, no, no, you cannot sit on my couch
You need to get some Dove and need to get some Dial (Facts)
You say you a dog, Courage like you coward
Red spikes on my Louboutins like my name Bowser
[Chorus]
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (pour me numb)
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb, let's go
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb
What's a chopper if it ain't got a drum?

[Verse 2]
I was the man before I could even tell, shh
I ain't even know it, shh
I caught pneumonia all on my neck, shh
All my chains still snowin' (Snowin')
You cannot take it, boy, you better show it (Show it)
You know you can't hold it (Huh?)
If you better hold it then you better blow it (Blow it)
No, don't reload it
And I just empty that clip on that fuck nigga
Yeah, that boy just really want war (War)
We playin' the backyard
We use that entrance like it is the front door (Woah)
I'm sippin' my Hi'
You know that this shit right here, it got me slumped up
Woah, I put that girl right on your tuck, yo
I put that shit in her gut, yeah
Slime, yeah, baby
You know that that lil' nigga, he is so cutthroat (Slatt)
You know I'm pescatarian
Them chickens, the feathers get plucked, yo
Woah, hit that bitch, she wanna buck, yo
I make that bitch wanna knuck, yo
Yeah, she said she do it for fun
She said that shit make her numb (Uzi)
Pour me numb (Woah, woah, woah, woah, skrrt-skrrt, yeah, she said)
Pour me numb (Why?)
[Chorus]
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb)
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb)
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb)
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb), yeah
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (What that do?), yeah
Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb, yeah, ayy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Count Dem Rolls[Intro]
(Count dem rolls, whoo, count dem rolls)
When a bitch suck my dick, I be like "wooh!"
If I'm counting more than a thousand dollars I be like "wooh!"
Count them rollz! Damn!

[Verse]
The Audi on wrist and the Audi my whip
And the R8 ain't come with a ceiling (skrt)
Tec-9 what I grip, and it got cooling kit and the clip, that bitch got a extension (brr)
The laser on it, a fuck nigga better be quick cause I swear to god I'm not missin'
I probably won't miss, I put a bullet in your head
And change your whole image (I'll kill you)
I just talked to Wiz, I told Addie "call me"
Ain't talk to my guy in a minute (waddup addy)
I went to the party, the bitches all on me
I'm pullin' Brazilian and Remy (suck my dick)
If it bout the Benjis, don't play my Benjis
Bustin' at you with the semi
I 'member when we was fuckin' a shawty in the basement
Her name *beep*
My style doin' damage, diamonds they dancin'
Hair on her neck it be standin'
My pistols be twins, they clip be five-ten
It kinda remind me of Shannon
But I can not worry 'bout Shannon
My niggas eatin', you look famished
I'm drinkin' that lean and I'm xannin'
Lil Uzi gon' be just richer than them
That's word to my nigga Don Cannon
Talkin' that shit then I blam 'em
Wait, that nigga be runnin'
I mean the plural, that nigga rannin'
I got a bitch all on me, yes she be chewin' my dick up
I be just killin' this shit
When she eatin' the nut, it be givin' her hiccups
You should have worked out, shoot you in your stomach
Muthafucka should've did sit-ups
I don't give a fuck muthafucka, now you talkin', nigga, get up
I been gettin' money, how bout you?
Your bitch all on me, how bout you?
How that's your bitch, she suckin' my dick once again
Now she talkin' 'bout you
I told that bitch eat me, I'm killin' it
I told that nigga I be fillin' it
Man Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi that nigga on top of Philly like literally
I don't give a fuck lil' nigga, I swear to god I hope that you die
They say "why you dye your hair pink?"
Nigga, I don't know, them xans got me too high
I told that bitch I just be doin' it
Ain't understand me, don't give a fuck
Hit a nigga with a twenty shot
Twenty shot right to his chin like a uppercut
Lil Uzi he just be stupid, told your bitch that I am ruthless
She suckin' my dick and she suckin' my dick
And it feel like that bitch she is toothless
Wooh!
[Bridge]
(take a break count this god damn money, shitt)
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls

[Verse 2]
Just talked to my plug, yeah
He got that Actavis just for him like by check
And you the type nigga that be on the block
Still tryna sip on that Hi-Tech
I don't give a fuck nigga, what the fuck
I might just hit your right up
I told that bitch "suck me up, suck me up, suck me up"
No, no, no, I don't want to fuck
Lil Uzi crazy, Lil Uzi crazy, I did this shit in a day day
I'm gettin' Nachos, movin' that work
I ain't talkin' bout the libre
I'm not with that he say, she say
Not with the he say, she say
I take his main and his side-bitch
And we proceed right to the three-way, damn!

[Outro]
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls
Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls
Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls
Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls
Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls
Count them rolls
Like count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls
Like count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Uppin Downers (SoundCloud Rappers Only)[Intro]
I don't wanna go if it's not no pills there (no)
I'm from 1600, know some niggas still there (yeah)
Tweak…
Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it
Yeah, get it, please, please, yeah

[Chorus]
I take Addy just to keep me up
I take Xanny just to bring me down
I take Molly just to keep me up
Took a 30 just to bring me down
After your bitch done booting up
Then she turn her frown upside down
Went to the store like, "Add me up"
Told that fuck nigga, "Go wipe me down"
I was on Addy to keep me up
I was on Xanny to bring me down
I was on Molly to keep me up
I was on 30's to bring me down
I was on Addy to keep me up
I was on Xanny to bring me down
I was on Molly to keep me up
I was on 30's to bring me down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna go if it's not no pills there (no)
I'm from 1600, know some niggas still there (yeah)
Tweakin' and geekin' off Molly and Xanny and Perky and Addy (whoo)
Gettin' this money, my hundreds so crispy, I'm gettin' this cabbage
Still the same nigga, eat my salmon blackened
Told that nigga I fucked on his bitch gladly
That lil' bitch mad 'cause she really can't have me
She sucked my dick with a piece of candy
Looked in my eyes, said she can't stand me
Talk to my foreign, it talkin' right back
10 double G's and I'm takin' 'em things
Jump in the 'Rari, everything went black

[Chorus]
I take Addy just to keep me up
I take Xanny just to bring me down
I take Molly just to keep me up
Took a 30 just to bring me down
After your bitch done booting up
Then she turn her frown upside down
Went to the store like, "Add me up"
Told that fuck nigga, "Go wipe me down"
I was on Addy to keep me up
I was on Xanny to bring me down
I was on Molly to keep me up
I was on 30's to bring me down
I was on Addy to keep me up
I was on Xanny to bring me down
I was on Molly to keep me up
I was on 30's to bring me down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
All of my diamonds, they start wit' V
Swerve in the 'Rari, it ain't got no key
All of you rappers are hot to me
Because y'all all remind me of me
I was just normal, I went through a portal
Now my life changed like I'm Mr. Deeds
Fuck that bih once, then I dip
Fuck that bih once, then I dip
Fuck that bih once, then I dip
Fuck that bih once, then I dip
Fuck the bitch once, then I hit delete
She so wet, might have to repeat
She drink the pints of the lean
She drink the pints of the lean
I smoke the pounds of the green
She was on Oxy by 3
She was on Oxy by 3
She was on Roxi and E
She put her body on me
She throw her body on me
I am first 'cause I'm A1 and you Z
Takin' Addys 'til I really can't see40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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R.I.P. Chico[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
What's up with your homie? (What's up?)
I can't fuck with him (Yeah, no way)
Them lil' bitches know me (Huh?)
Oh‚ not you again (Whoa)
I can't pull up four deep (What?)
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Skrr)
Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy‚ he said they finito (Yeah, yeah)
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh)
Swervo said he rockin' with me‚ he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit)
Ooh, I put that on dude (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros (One more)
I'ma throw this money and tonight I'm fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
What's up with your homie? (What's up?)
I can't fuck with him (Yeah, what?)
Them lil' bitches know me (Huh?)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can't pull up four deep (What?)
Need room for your friends (Ayy)
Uh, what you saying? Uh
Tell me what you saying, uh (What you saying?)
Serving sand, uh
In front of the cam', uh (Serving sand)
Counting bands, huh
On top of the Lamb', huh (On the Lamb')
You's a fan, yeah
We been should've you to put you down, yeah (Damn)
Took a stand, yeah
That boy, he's a cancer (Bitch)
20 bands, yeah
20 get you canceled (Bye-bye)
Swerve that Range, yeah
This is not a Land Rover
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Skrr)
Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito (Yeah, yeah)
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh)
Swervo said he rockin' with me, he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit)
Ooh, I put that on dude (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros (One more)
I'ma throw this money and tonight I'm fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat
(Skrr)
Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito (Yeah, yeah)
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh)
Swervo said he rockin' with me, he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh (Ooh)
Ooh (Chico)
Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy, yeah)
Ooh (Oh)
Uh, understand (Understand, woo)
You don't understand, understand (Understand)
What I had to do as a man (As a man)
Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land)
And still able to go to the land (To the land)
I'm still stunned that he really took the stand
But that's okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch), ooh
I got all the sauce, don't need no ranch (Don't need no ranch)
MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That's the MAC, yeah)
And my necklace shining like a lamp (Like a lamp)
These niggas don't want it with my team (No, they don't)
Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600)
Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P, ooh (1600, yeah)
Shawty walked past, act like he ain't know me (Ooh)
'Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt, 30)
Got them hollow tips so you can't scream for help (No, you can't)
Now you laying all on the floor
You did that for 304
That we don't even own (Ooh)
She fuck with a nigga from way back (Ooh)
That gave her her own (Ooh)
Thousand dollar cologne (Ooh)
Ring, ring, which phone? (Ooh)
I'm so high, I don't know
I'ma show you broke niggas what getting money about ('Bout)
My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House)
Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?)
Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
(Skrr)
Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito (Yeah, yeah)
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh)
Swervo said he rockin' with me, he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit)
Ooh, I put that on dude (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros (One more)
I'ma throw this money and tonight I'm fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]
Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo)
This was way before I was toting my pole
But he did the stain, he ain't need me though (Ayy)
2010, ran two, three poles
Me and Lil Marley, them know what we on (What?)
And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Two, three rolls, ayy)
Run up a 50 on two or three shows (Uh-huh)
And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, ayy)
So we got all the hoes
Told my jeweler, "Man, I don't wanna see no gold" (Pointers)
I want all of those (Ayy)
And we can't wait for a new opponent
Free smoke, we want all of those (Bah)
50 round drum stay up on us (Us)
Draco, flippin' them car right over (Grra)
I go nuts for my fallen soldiers
First like the Rover, I'm not mobile (Ayy)
Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?)
Just talked to [?] about Slim the other day
He said, "Wish I was home"
Can't let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I'm alone (When I'm alone, RIP my nigga)
Smoke dope when I'm alone
Pray the Lord'll let me go blazin' when he call me home
I ain't seen them Ms, let me go brazy 'fore you call me home
I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Skrr)
Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito (Yeah, yeah)
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh)
Swervo said he rockin' with me, he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit)
Ooh, I put that on dude (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros (One more)
I'ma throw this money and tonight I'm fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fake From the Jump[Intro]
No, no, no, no, no

[Chorus]
I knew you were fake from the jump (The jump)
You know I can spot it from the cut (Cut, cut, cut)
'Cause you know Lil Uzi in the cut (In the cut, cut, cut)
All we want is money and the drugs (Yeah)
Man, I had your girlfriend all in love
Told her that she fucking with a thug
Swept some money right under my rug
Not 'bout money, please don't say, "What's up?"

[Verse 1]
Girl, you think you low, girl, you wanna go (Uh-huh)
That mean you a ho (Let's go)
All that talk that you don't cheat, that shit right there for show
Cause he had you at 3:30 I had you at 4:00
Anyway, I might pull up Bentley truck
Girl, this is not a rental
Fox coat, extra mink, when I get cold, won't shiver
But without me, girl, you know that it's gon' be a cold winter (Brr)
You went with a loser and you left yourself a winner (Lil Uzi)
Can't believe you started this when I'm the one to finish
You was just pretendin', everything I said, I meant it (Ooh)
My new crib got ten bedrooms and all don't got a tenant (No way)
My new car, this shit too nice, fishbowl, I can't tint it (Vroom)
[Chorus]
I knew you were fake from the jump (The jump)
You know I can spot it from the cut (Cut, cut, cut)
'Cause you know Lil Uzi in the cut (In the cut, cut, cut)
All we want is money and the drugs (Yeah)
Man, I had your girlfriend all in love
Told her that she fucking with a thug
Swept some money right under my rug
Not bout money, please don't say, "What's up?"

[Verse 2]
I'm so used to pain, it's part of my day
It's part of my rage, I can't see your face
I can't see it, I can't see it, I can't see it
From what you did, everybody told me, "Leave that"
I can see that, matter fact, I might keep that
Tell me how you love if you lost your soul
She saw everything when I left my phone
You can't find no better, they are all my clones
Same niggas standin', did it on my own

[Chorus]
I knew you were fake from the jump (The jump)
You know I can spot it from the cut (Cut, cut, cut)
'Cause you know Lil Uzi in the cut (In the cut, cut, cut)
All we want is money and the drugs (Yeah)
Man, I had your girlfriend all in love
Told her that she fucking with a thug
Swept some money right under my rug
Not bout money, please don't say, "What's up?"6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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A Lot[Chorus]
Slide around with the mop (yeah)
All we know is up the opps (yeah)
Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)
Lambo your parkin' lot (yeah, skrrt)
Shoot at his leg, he hop
Shoot at his leg, he hop
Shoot at his leg, he hop
Where would the game be?

[Verse 1]
I'm mixin' them words like a synonym
She tryna swallow like cinnamon (damn)
Rockin' Vements (uh, yeah)
Rockin' that shit like its Vetements
Little nigga I got hella bands (ayy)
Stand on my money, I'm 7'10" (damn)
Fuck on your bitch 'cause she heaven sent
Smell on that girl and she heaven scent
Ooh, that booty heaven sent (yeah)
Smokin' that gas, that's my medicine (yeah)
Little nigga think he better than (what?)
Lil Uzi really a veteran (ooh)
This still my first not my second win (ayy)
Lil Uzi Vert with that tether skin (yeah)
Gettin' this money, what's happenin'? (Yeah)
Gettin' these girls is what's happenin'
Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
My new coupe peel out the Radisson (hey)
Movin' that work, traffic (ayy)
Move through the dirt, blacky sand (yeah)
Chopper gon' twerk, Pakistan (ayy)
Nowadays I just be havin' fans
Go in the club and I'm throwin' bands
Oh you a stripper? Give me a dance
Walk around with all my hundred bands (yeah)
I got all types of girls
Just know I'm always with something tan
Diamonds so clear, that's spick and span
These niggas hatin', treat 'em like spam (yeah)
I'ma stay real as I can (pull up)
In a Range, it's not a Lamb' (yeah)
[Chorus]
Slide around with the mop (yeah)
All we know is up the opps (yeah)
Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)
Lambo your parkin' lot (yeah, skrrt)
Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt)
Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
My new coupe peel out the Radisson
Diamond fist, a lot (damn)
Diamond wrist, a lot (ayy)
Pull up with the drop (yeah)
Givin' what I got (got)
That's your bitch or not? (What?)
I don't kiss a lot  (What?)
I'm gon' shoot my shot (Yeah)
I don't miss a lot

[Verse 2]
Damn, 200 bands (what?)
Look at you, gonna go shop again
They gettin' money, no stoppin' them (what?)
Fuck what they say when we flockin' in
My whip, she hoppin' in (skrrt)
Helicopter that I chopper in (ayy)
This girl on my side so bad (yeah)
But too bad the scale only stop at 10
So that's why you're always mad (yeah)
'Cause I'm always poppin' tags (woah)
And I always come in first
And you always gotta settle for less
Got the Lambo, I ain't want a Jag
Hit the pedal and settle the gas (yeah)
Dolce Gabbana my bag (yeah)
Nike that Air when I smash (what?)
Drive my car like NAS (yeah)
I get fly like NASA (yeah)
Had her in my path
She tried to wave and I drove right past (skrrt)
Yeah you know it's digital
I don't know my dash (yeah)
Get high off that hash (ayy)
Eyes red like a rash (damn)
Grab it from the back, yeah
Grab her waist real tight
When I'm in, it make her bite me back
All different girls, like where your type be at?
If I got locked up would you write me back
Or just chase another bag? Yeah
[Chorus]
Slide around with the mop (yeah)
All we know is up the opps (yeah)
Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)
Lambo your parkin' lot (yeah, skrrt)
Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt)
Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
My new coupe peel out the Radisson
Diamond fist, a lot (damn)
Diamond wrist, a lot (ayy)
Pull up with the drop (yeah)
Givin' what I got (got)
That's your bitch or not? (What?)
I don't kiss a lot  (What?)
I'm gon' shoot my shot (Yeah)
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Woke Up Thankful (Calm Skate Vids)[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Yeah, and you know
I'ma just keep doin' what I'm doin', yeah
It's a reason this shit workin'
I woke up with a bank full, with a bank full
With a bank full, with a bank
I woke up with a bank full, with a bank full
With a bank full, thank God, I'm so grateful
Yeah, all my cake blue
Hey, what your bank do?
Yeah, what your bank do?
Shawty, what your bank do? (Yeah)
Yeah, all my cake blue
Hey, what your bank do?
Yeah, what your bank do?
Shawty, what your bank do?

[Chorus]
I woke up with a bank full, yeah, with a bank full
I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful
Yeah, all my cake blue
Hey, what your bank do? (What your bank?)
Yeah, what your bank do? (Yeah)
Shawty, what your bank do?
I woke up with a bank full, yeah, with a bank full
I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful (Yeah)
All my cake blue
Yeah, what your bank do? (What your bank do?)
Yeah, what your bank do?
Shawty, what your bank do?
[Verse 1]
Pull up, skrrt, what is that? (Skrrt), yeah
Louis shirt, who? Louis hat, yeah
Bad girl, yeah, and she bougie, booty fat
Say he know me, huh, ain't my homie, who is that? Yeah (Who?)
Now I be slammin' them doors
Now I be countin' them rolls (Yeah)
Articles all up in Vogue (What?)
Shop at the store when it's closed (Ayy)
They don't like me on the low (Yeah)
But I stayed all in my mode (Hey)
Now you already know (Yeah)
Took over my city for sure (Lil Uzi)
Know that I sold out my show (Show)
These diamonds, my neck, they for show (Show)
Double-V S plus one
Double-B cup in my throat (Yeah)
I took your girl to one date, yeah
I made your girl go both ways, yeah

[Chorus]
I woke up with a bank full, yeah, with a bank full
I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful
Yeah, all my cake blue
Hey, what your bank do? (What your bank?)
Yeah, what your bank do? (Yeah)
Shawty, what your bank do?
I woke up with a bank full, yeah, with a bank full
I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful (Yeah)
All my cake blue
Yeah, what your bank do? (What your bank do?)
Yeah, what your bank do?
Shawty, what your bank do?
[Verse 2]
I jump on the plane 'cause I, uh, like to travel
She ride me so good that that girl need a saddle
In my fraternity, hit with the paddle
My baby a gangster, she move with the ladder (Yeah)
She beat the case, yeah, so she not hearin' the gavel
She playin' Russian Roulette, yeah, what?
One in the barrel
Money so long
I gotta put that shit right in a folder (Yeah)
Diamonds, they rock like a boulder
I buy her gifts and I really don't know her
I do shit like, "Look under your seat"
Yeah, what? Feel like Oprah
All these chains on our neck and they still can't hold us
Mixin' lime right with the coca (Hey)
You know ain't shit changed
It's Lil Uzi, Mister Live In the Moment (Yeah), huh
I'm never foldin'

[Chorus]
(Bank full)
Yeah, with a bank full
I'm so thankful
Thank God, I'm so grateful, yeah
All my cake blue, hey
What your bank do? Yeah (What your bank?)
What your bank do? (Yeah)
Shawty, what your bank do?
I woke up with a bank full
Yeah, with a bank full
I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful (Yeah)
All my cake blue, yeah
What your bank do? Yeah (What your bank do?)
What your bank do?
Shawty, what your bank do? Yeah
[Outro]
All my cake blue, hey
What your bank do? Yeah
What your bank do?
Shawty, what your bank do? Yeah (Yeah)
All my cake blue, hey
What your bank do? Yeah
What your bank do?
Shawty, what your bank do?20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sticky[Intro]
That sound like um
My-my-my-my-my UFO when it lands yeah
Lil Uzi, huh, yeah, huh
Lil Uzi, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right

[Verse 1]
My diamonds don't need no light (No light)
Them bitches shinin' at night (Oh yeah)
Pull up lambo more 4 pipes (Skrr)
My young nigga totin' them pipes (Boom)
She gave me that head like it lice (Yeah)
But that girl I swear she so sheisty (Sheisty)
Like everything she said a lie (Oh yeah)
So everything really not nice

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
'Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin' in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can't fuck her, she ain't sticky (She ain't sticky)
Doin' well, got a proud family, bitch I'm sticky (Bitch I'm sticky)
I'm the captain, so I'm never sayin' "Pick me" (No way)
[Verse 2]
Suck all on my dick, better keep that shit clean (Better keep it clean)
I play with her clit, I made that bitch cream (Made her cream)
After we were done, she told me she had big dreams (What?)
Asked me for some hundreds, she said she need 16
I told her talk with her eyes (Talk with your eyes)
I told her walk with her tongue, I can't walk with my feet (I can't)
'Cause I paid 3k just right for my sneaks
Drive Bentley truck but no Jeep (Damn)
My Bentley don't come with keys
Your Jeep, it came with the keys (Yeah)
You know that I had to leave, you know I'm only a tease (Bye, bye)
Yeah, get the cake, switchin’ states (What?)
Bitch I'm baked (Bitch I'm baked), in a Wraith (In a Wraith)
Don't eat steak (Don't eat steak), shrimp my plate (Shrimp my plate)
My bitch from space, getting that crème brulée
Stack it, put it in a safe
Diamonds in my watch, the reason why I'm late
Basically what I'm sayin' "I flood the face"
Get paid to be late, I got expensive taste

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
'Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin' in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can't fuck her, she ain't sticky (She ain't sticky)
Doin' well, got a proud family, bitch I'm sticky (Bitch I'm sticky)
I'm the captain, so I'm never sayin' "Pick me" (No way)
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
'Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin' in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can't fuck her, she ain't sticky (She ain't sticky)
Doin' well, got a proud family, bitch I'm sticky (Bitch I'm sticky)
I'm the captain, so I'm never sayin' "Pick me" (No way)
[Verse 3]
Black diamonds on my neck, they got pigment
Kiss me, kiss me, made girl ride my dick like a 10 speed
If she leave, I know she comin back that girl a frisbee
Look, you can't make me mad, you can't make me sad
This a rollie, can't tick me (Bow, bow)
This is V12, you can't get me (You can't catch me)
These nigga mad, well hit me
All of the hate shit, yeah miss me (Yeah, yeah)
Which one? Which one? Which one?
I don't know lil' bitch, let's see (Yeah, yeah)
Might pull out that Lambo', the Hellcat, the Viper
Now back to the Bentley (Yeah, skrr)

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
'Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin' in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can't fuck her, she ain't sticky (She ain't sticky)
Doin' well, got a proud family, bitch I'm sticky (Bitch I'm sticky)
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Cutting My Wrists[Intro]
(Southside)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (What?)
Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go)
Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go)
Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside)
Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin' my wrists (My wrists)
Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go, brick)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go, bitch)
I had to go up in my list (My list, okay)
No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics)
No, I can't stay for a lick (No)
I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (I flex)
I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Uh)
Water, that's all on my hand (My hand)
A goldfish, she live on my fist (Fish, fish)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Uh)
'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, if you gon' shoot (Shoot)
Uh, fuck nigga, you better shoot (Bah)
Uh, my new whip is bulletproof (Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)
[Verse 1]
I got diamonds on my hand (My hand)
I got diamonds on my rims (Rims)
I got diamonds on my friends (Friends)
Let the story just begin (Begin)
Uh, Dior my suit
Uh, I just wanna get all the loot, uh (The loot)
Fuckin' your bitch, I recruit, uh (Recruit)
I make her do what it do, uh (It do)
Told her get loose like it's Loubs (Yeah)
When it get loose like a noose (Yeah)
Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke)
Get on my lap but that pussy for crew (Let's get it)
Elephants all in the room, uh
Horton gon', um, hear a "hoof," uh (What?)
I put my dick in your boo, uh (Your boo)
She is no longer your boo, uh (Lil Uzi)
22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi)
Nike sign, that shit say swoosh, uh
Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move)
You not my bae, you get Roof'd, uh
Wait, where is the blue?
Pop that lil' pill and I start seein' clues (Uh)
Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh (Yeah)
My nigga makin' the news (Let's go)
Base him on that block, say zoot it (Let's go)
Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup)
I had to rake up the loot (The loot)
350 thousand on my jewels (My jewels)
That's the shit I got on now
Back then, they ain't let me fuck, well, how 'bout now? (How 'bout now)
If I'm a dog, lil' bitch, you is a hound
We buyin' verbs in the 'vert, not no noun (Let's go)
I'm the freshest nigga out
Pull up so fresh that they put you in lost and found
Lil' bitches will never get found
'Cause these niggas always, they stealin' my style (Uh)
[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin' my wrists (My wrists)
Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Your bitch)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics)
No, I can't stay for a lick (No way)
I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist)
I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (They sick)
Water, that's all on my hand (My hand)
A goldfish, she live on my fist (My fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich)
'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (Attire)
Yeah, if you gon' shoot(Shoot)
Uh, fucknigga, you better shoot (Bah, bah)
Uh, my new whip is bulletproof (Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
First crib, it was apartment (Uh)
I used to chill in the 'ment (The 'ment)
Everything happened is meant (What else?)
Bitch your breath stink, need a mint (Let's go)
Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay)
I just had to paid they lil' rent (Where they from?)
Reversin' the backend, lil' bitch (You bitch)
That what happen when a nigga get rich (Fire)
No, I do not smoke no hemp (No hemp)
Uh, yeah, I just walk with a limp (A limp)
Uh, I'm the closest thing to pimp
C on my glasses so I see the 'lent, uh (Let's go)
Dip, slide in the Bent'
Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt)
Uh, don't want that bitch, she not a ten
I cannot fuck if she didn't bring a friend (Uh)
She getting mad, I put dick in her friend
Not talkin' no haircut but I get the trim
She a redbone and she fixin' the brim (Okay)
Every time we in her Ack its intense
She a lil' crazy but she is a gem
I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines
My niggas Swervo put me on that bitch
I met that girl when I was out on Essex
You know I get fly like I'm on The Jetsons
So you know I got to keep the protection
I put the section inside of my section
No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No)
Going too hard, no, I am not resting
Do not follow the light, that is the exit
Two of your checks look just like my bag
Hit from the back and no, no, I can't back it (Let's go)
All of my niggas, they monkeys, gorillas
All of my niggas, they move with bananas (Whoa)
I got a hundreds round right in the Phantom
My boy just put up four up in a Fanta
No, I do not drink the lean, that's the answer
Poppin' the Perky, wake up and what happened? (Yeah, what happened?)
Fuckin' this bitch in the ass, I'ma smack it
Hit her so hard that that shit still was clappin'
Top of the morning, first thing I said to that lame nigga shit was that he was so corny
But I'm not worried about that cause that bitch look so good that that shit still gon' make me horny
No, not no school but your bitch, she be boarding
Ride on a plane 'cause Lil Uzi be tourin'
She told me she wanna go Bora Bora
But I would not do that 'cause she gave me oral
Keepin' the cauldron, my new name is Squidward
'Cause Lil Uzi, he underwater like coral
That fucknigga, yeah, he gon' move like a girl
My niggas still movin' them choppas and squirrels
No oyster my plate and no clam on my plate
But Chanel on my neck and it made out of pearl (Ayy)
I got my girl a lil' ice cream
And she like mixed chocolate-vanilla and made that shit swirl (Swirl)
Okay, your girl, she better than his
But I swear your girl's not better than swirl (Swirl)
She got blue eyes with Sandy brown hair
And that lil' bitch ass is big as the world (World)
Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert like Eddy
Come on, lil' baby, I know that you ready
Chop that boy up, treat him just like spaghetti
It's a surprise so that shit with confetti
Got a girl, last name Voorhees and she gonna move with machete
Smoking three grams but them shits not no Teddy
Big body of water, my neck with a levee (Let's go, let's go)
Keep my brand new foreign steady
Please don't drive my shit like a Chevy
Pull up Clearport with a all black Jetty (Skrrt)
Pull up the car on a all black heli
If I get booked they don't have no celly
That's 'cause I made ten Ms off the deli
She only made three racks off of jelly (Uh)
No, you can't talk like that, you not a member (No)
I get my nuggets, no Denver (No Denver)
Fur on my neck, no chinchilla (Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch)
No, I can't sit in the middle (Brr)
'Cause I'm not, um, sentimental
Getting money, flexin' real hard
But that car you got is a rental
Is you a spy? Nigga, tell me who sent you
Got a old bitch that love doing the dishes
Got a old bitch that like giving the pinches (Let's go)
Got a old bitch, they be sucking my dick
And everytime she do it, she take out her dentures (Haha)
Diamonds my mouth so it's diamonds my sentence
I got this floss and that's right from my dentist
I stayed at the Ritz and you stayed at the Hilton
I'm dunkin' your bitch so I had to Shawn Kemp it (Let's go)
The .40, the Glock, got the Smith and the Wesson my hip
I know I told you I don't drink the lean but I might sip it
This shit was destined, uh, this shit was written (Yeah)
These niggas not with the hittin' (Yeah)
She wanna fuck, she can get it, uh
First, you gotta do an audition, uh
And you gotta bring an addition, uh
He try to swing on me, I slip it, uh
Knock that boy out, he a chicken (Bitch)
You really not real and you talk 'bout your own people so you better stay your distance (Get away)
I’m ballin' on you like the Pistons (Mm-hmm)
Uh, blow that bitch out like a piston (Uh)
Uh, I'm the only chef in my kitchen (Uh)
Uh, so I guess I better get that whippin', yeah
Random hoes don't pick it, uh
That's how I do my stickin', yeah
Don't know where she been, can't lick it
Only hit it once, don't miss it (Let's go)
Make her pop her top like I'm mystic (Uh)
Raf on my jeans, shoes Rick-Rick (Yeah)
These niggas out here, they really be trippin'
And I'm off the 'shrooms, I be doin' the same
[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin' my wrists (Uh)
Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go)
I had to go up in my list (I did)
No, no, I don't take no pics (I don't)
No, I can't stay for a lick (I'm sorry)
I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist)
I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Let's go)
Water, that's all on my hand (My hand)
A goldfish, she live on my fist (Okay)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Let's go)
'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (He lit)
Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Let's go)
Fucknigga, you better shoot, uh (Shoot)
My new whip is bulletproof (Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)

[Outro]
I got diamonds on my tooth
I got diamonds on my tooth
Diamonds on my Gucci boots (Yeah)
Diamonds on my tooth (Let's go)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go)
Yeah, Lil Uzi, let's go4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Thot Back*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro: Ballout]
My bitch wanna fuck bro
I'm so icy and I'm cutthroat (Gang)
Runnin' bands up, I get 'em pronto (Beep)
In the Hellcat, blue hunchos (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I ain't worried 'bout this bitch, I got racks (Yeah, ooh)
If they shoot at us, we gon' pop back (Frrah, yeah)
You keep acting tough, need to stop that (Yeah)
I'm already done, can have your thot back
Yeah, thot back
Ayy, thot back
Yeah, thot back
Woah, thot back (Yeah, ayy)
Look at you in love, you got your thot back (Woah)
She think I'ma cuff, baby, this not that (No)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Hit it once, uh, kick that bitch to the curb
Get back to the curb, ooh, kick that bitch to the curb
I don't know if it was good, hit her off the Perc'
She heard this song, ooh, said that boy right there a jerk
Give me brain, turn me right to a nerd
Thirty boppers, got them choppers like the purge
Brand-new foreign…5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Countin’[Intro: 2 Chainz]
It's that moon rock shit
You gotta mix this with some regular OG
Cause this shit be burnin' crazy

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Countin' the money
Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters
I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor
Don't care what she did, still go out and get her
Cause I'm on a mission
They say she did this, say she did that
But I'm still gonna kiss her
No no no, I don't care who just had her
Cause I'm gonna get her
No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
Cause I wanna get her
I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her
No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
Cause I'm gonna get her

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Charge her to the game, I am no beginner
Put her on my gram, yea I'm posting pictures
Girl I'm just saying I'll post up with ya'
Girl I'm just saying let me post up with ya'
I don't know if you sip drank, let me pour up with ya'
And we both do the same thing, let me tour with ya'
Girl you match my fly, that’s the perfect image
And I ain't gon' lie, no, I'm gonna get ya'
I ain't worried 'bout who got you right now
Cause I'm getting to the guap, like right now
Cartier on a yacht, private island
Chanel, show the top, shawty stylin'
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Countin' the money
Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters
I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor
Don't care if she dance, still go out and get her
Cause I'm on a mission
They say she did this, say she did that
But I'm still gonna kiss her
No no no, I don't care who just had her
Cause I'm gonna get her
No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
Cause I wanna get her
I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her
No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
Cause I'm gonna get her

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Cum in a bitch and I go crazy
Spend all these racks and I go crazy
Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180
This how the lord made me
Drop the top and start sun bathing
Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked
Got all my side hoes frustrated
This the life I waited on
Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone
I don't know what you been waiting on
All that I know is that I waited long
I ain't waiting to get no lone
Provolone on top of provolone
Mobile phone on top of mobile phone
I don't know what you niggas smokin' on
Pull my closet got a upstairs
Mobile home on top of mobile home
I go to sleep with a rollie on
I start my car with remote control
Get so much pussy
I go to sleep with a condom on
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Countin' the money
Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters
I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor
Don't care if she dance, still go out and get her
Cause I'm on a mission
They say she did this, say she did that
But I'm still gonna kiss her
No no no, I don't care who just had her
Cause I'm gonna get her
No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
Cause I wanna get her
I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her
No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
Cause I'm gonna get her

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Fuck I'm the king of the city
I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me
I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me
You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me
My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty
Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece
My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece
I’m pourin' that gin in a simply
You niggas so fake need assembly
I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty
Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and just little old me
Fuck I'ma do wit this money
But walk in the club and start stuntin'
Push all my old bitches buttons
Came up from nothin' to something
Tell her take the stick, don't run from me
There's some for you, there's some for me
So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me
All that bullshit is up under me
Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed
All of this cash that's another thing
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Dirty Diana*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough
Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough (Bugz on the beat)
Yeah they know, pockets stuffed, pockets stuffed
Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough

[Chorus]
Now they mad 'cause a young nigga up
Pocket stuffed, pocked stuffed, ain't enough
I might pull up in that new Bentley truck
I'm so up, you so stuck, got bad luck (Ayy)
Yeah, brought my mom a Masi' truck
Thots start with T so brought that girl a Tesla truck (Yeah)
Whoa, pull up in a Bentley truck (Truck)
Boy you need a whip 'cause you be renting shit too much

[Verse 1]
Medusa head, Versace like Gianni
Looking for a dime piece on the phone with Lil Yachty...

...Getting head when I'm with Kianna...

...I'm rich like King Midas, they should build me a palace...
...[?], uh
I give, uh, all of my bitches allowance
Dirty Diana, uh, yeah, put the dirty in the fanta, uh
Diamonds they dancin', uh, yeah
Super wet just like a Phantom, uh
Asked that girl, uh, what it do just like a mountain
So much, I just lost my count, so much, I had to stop countin'
So much, I got an accountant (Damn)
They all on my back and they want me to lose (Yeah, what)
I cannot, um, lose my balance...

[Chorus]
Now they mad 'cause a young nigga up
Pocket stuffed, pocked stuffed, ain't enough
I might pull up in that new Bentley truck
I'm so up, you so stuck, got bad luck (Ayy)
Yeah, brought my mom a Masi' truck
Thots start with T so brought that girl a Tesla truck (Yeah)
Whoa, pull up in a Bentley truck (Truck)
Boy you need a whip 'cause you be renting shit too much

[Verse 2]
...You know she a baddie, got a fatty, grip you up
Chillin' with my other girl right now, I can't hit you up (No)
Only got a two seater, so I can't pick you up (Skrt)
Yeah, girl you are in luck
'Cause you is a baddie so you in a Tesla truck
Check, whoa, I got a check, ayy
I got a check today, I got a check today
I'm gonna flex today, throw the money like [?]
Throw the money like a [?], [?]
Yeah, I'm gonna [?]
[?] what's that, [?]
Nigga you [?] so old, you better [?]
You gotta [?], [?]
[Chorus]
Now they mad 'cause a young nigga up (I'm up)
Pocket stuffed, pocked stuffed, ain't enough (I'm up)
I might pull up in that new Bentley truck (Bentley Truck)
I'm so up, you so stuck, got bad luck (Got bad luck)
Yeah, brought my mom a Masi' truck (Masi' truck)
Thots start with T so brought that girl a Tesla truck (Yeah)
Whoa, pull up in a Bentley truck (Vroom)
Boy you need a whip 'cause you be renting shit too much

[Outro]
Yeah
[?]
Yeah, like [?]
Yeah, yeah...7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Movie*Lyrics from Snippets

[Chorus]
...
I told the truth, put that on moms (Yeah, ayy)
I'm in this shit for life (Yeah, ayy)
Remember my life, that shit was trife (Yeah, ayy, what?)
Now my neck, my wrist got ice (Yeah, ayy)
It was sometimes I wanted to die (Yeah, ayy)
It was sometimes I wanted to cry (Yeah, ayy)
It was sometimes I cut myself, I really thought I was Michael Myers (Myers)
I told the truth, put that on moms (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse]
I got a whole amount (Amount), I'm in the cut like a motherfuckin' bandage (Ayy, ayy)
I got a whole amount (Amount), I'm in the cut like a motherfuckin' bandage (Oh, ayy)
I know thеy hear me now (They hеar me)
I know these niggas they can't really stand me (Yeah)
They tryna steal the sound (Sound, they tryna steal it)
They tryna steal the bounds (What? What?)
I say, "Hey, ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy (Uh, uh, yeah), how you doin'?"
I am not no regular, my life is like a movie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
Yes, I must admit, I'm gothic, she still wanna do me (Yeah)
I will never change, 'cause I'm always remember two things (Two things, yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm in this shit for life (Yeah, ayy)
Remember my life, that shit was trife (Yeah, ayy, what?)
Now my neck, my wrist got ice (Yeah, ayy)
It was sometimes I wanted to die (Yeah, ayy)
It was sometimes I wanted to cry (Yeah, ayy)...13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Back[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Funny, you can't turn me down
I already know nobody don't got my back
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Boy, you cap, boy, you cap
Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map, choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags, yeah, don't trip 'bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah, hunnid bands in my bag
30 rounds in my mag, fuck niggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah, put your lil' bitch on a jet
Then sucked my dick, we jet lagged, yeah, smile in the whip, drive fast
Goin' way faster than the Dash, wanna race, boy, get dragged
Talking too slick, get clapped, fucking your bitch, no fag
So fuck nigga better relax 'cause everything I say facts
Had to skate on a bitch like Vans, been wearing these shits since The Pack
Ridin' 'round all black Mac, know I gotta watch my back
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh, yeah
Fuck around, hunt you, kick shit, Kung Fu
All my foreigns new, pour my Mountain Dew
Diamonds from Cancun, twenty bitches at the Fontainebleau
Saw you a mouse, too, your diamonds got clouds, too
Money taller than the latitude, can't wait to embarrass you
Talk dirty like a bastard too, I was fuckin’ out the midnight blue
Three-hunnid for the Bentley Coupe, uh, yeah
Wrist on froze like "Ouch,” got a car in the house like a couch
Been rich, your bitch can vouch, yeah, now bring your scout, yeah
I put my dick in her mouth, yeah, we was on your couch, yeah
I put my nut on her comb, now you got nut in your hair
Chanel on her manicure, my floor meets eleven
I got me a wife, but I still live like a bachelor
I told her we married, but I'm never gon' marry her
I married the money and karats, I'm not tryna embarrass you
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Yea Hoe[Intro]
Thugger, Uzi, brrt

[Hook: Young Thug]
My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe
My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt)
I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea
Looking at my chain white gold, I'mma just call some names
Now my old bitch salty yea, she keep calling me
Swerve around that bitch, while she walking, aye
Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray yea
Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah
Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days yea
Told your bitch suck on the head and I nut in your mother's face
Yeah, Me and Thugger do so well on Earth
Cause we from outer space
Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money
We got the cake
Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money
We got the cake
[Hook: Young Thug]
My lil' nigga poppin' at your brain like yea hoe
My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
You told me that bitch was cool, that bitch was loose
Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts
Ya I don't follow no rules
Ya my car it don't got no roof
Ya hit her so hard she gon' sue
Ya that lil' bitch she not new
Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes
Ya your bitch stuck to me like glue
Counting the money, counting the money, now I'm the man in my city
Fuck with some C's, fuck with big B's, driving around in a Bentley
Went to the hood, got a lil' bitch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her
Lil' Uzi leave that bitch dripping
She mad at me pull out Remy
Smoking this gas, popping these Xans
Ya you know I'm a lean sipper
Ain't about money why is you talkin'?
I smack you right with my hand
Lil' Uzi cool like a fan ya
My new bitch she got a man ya
All these hoes they my fans ya
Walking around with all these bands ya
[Hook: Young Thug]
My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe
My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it64EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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XXL Freshman Freestyle: Lil Uzi Vert[Verse]
I met some homies make a night what I signed for
But that's okay, I stack my money, make it times four
Look at my shoes, yeah, you know them things be Tom Ford
Lil Uzi, July 31st, born in '94
All these boys hatin' on me, that's why I got this nine for
But you know I run the game just like I'm an athlete
Better yet, not an athlete, runnin' just like a track of me
Told that girl that she can't see me or can't meet me
Told that boy he can dress like me, but he can't be me
Told that boy I don't see no competition like I'm Stevie
And yeah, I don't believe in the devil, but I play with them Ouijas
Alright, hotter than wasabi, everybody know that
Huh, same class as my nigga 21 and Kodak
Huh, told that girl I got them diamonds on my teeth, that's Kodak
Better smile for me, huh, yeah, you better get wild for me
Yeah, look at that Rolly, girl, better tell the dial for me
Cause that thing don't tick, baby
Huh, you probably get hit, baby
Yeah, if that boy talkin' shit, then I turn that boy into a lick, baby
Forty shots for Lil Uzi, boy, I don't believe that
Huh, come into your hood, boy, yeah that's where we at
Yeah, where the weed at
Yeah, where the lick at
Yeah, boy stop all that talkin', I said where the bricks at
Yeah, you'll get hit back, break your neck like a Kit-Kat
Yeah, better get back, because this AK got that kick-back5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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All This Money[Intro]
All this money, all this money
All this money
(DP on the beat)
All this money, all this money, all

[Chorus]
I said "Hold up, back back"
Told that girl "Get off me" (off me)
I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin')
All this money fallin' (fallin')
Told my mom "Don't worry"
All this money on me (on me)
Now your bitch all on me
Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry)
I said "Hold up, back back"
Told that girl "Get off me" (off me)
I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin')
All this money fallin' (fallin')
Told my mom "Don't worry"
All this money on me (on me)
Now your bitch all on me (on me)
Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry)

[Verse 1]
I just fucked your bitch and now you lookin' sad, damn
Hit it from the back and now the blonde be clappin'
Countin' all this money that I still was trappin' (yeah)
Water on my jewels, my diamonds get to dancin'
Like hold up, roll up, I just got my dough up
I just talked to Mane Mane, listenin' to Sosa
Doin' shows with Rocky, share my ho with Carti
Braid my hair like Muddy, dread my hair like Thugger
Used to argue with my mother
Pray to the lord to watch over my brother
We gon' be rich by next summer
All my shooters, yeah, they my lovers
[Chorus]
I said "Hold up, back back"
Told that girl "Get off me" (off me)
I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin')
All this money fallin' (fallin')
Told my mom "Don't worry"
All this money on me (on me)
Now your bitch all on me
Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry)
I said "Hold up, back back"
Told that girl "Get off me" (off me)
I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin')
All this money fallin' (fallin')
Told my mom "Don't worry"
All this money on me (on me)
Now your bitch all on me (on me)
Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry)

[Verse 2]
Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (woo)
I said lil' bitch, I'm sorry (I'm so sorry)
And I know I'm young but don't card me (no)
And I dream chase with my Barbie (yeah)
Getting all these racks off these shows
Don't fuck with rats, now you know (now you know)
Boy, I swear your style is so old (so old)
Boy, I swear your style growing mold (growing mold)
[Bridge]
"Ho, get off"
Ho, get off me
Ho, get off (off me)
Ho, get off me
Ho, get off (get off me, yeah)
Ho, get off me
Ho, get off
Ho, get off (yeah)

[Chorus]
I said "Hold up, back back"
Told that girl "Get off me" (off me)
I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin')
All this money fallin' (fallin')
Told my mom "Don't worry"
All this money on me (on me)
Now your bitch all on me
Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry)
I said "Hold up, back back"
Told that girl "Get off me" (off me)
I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin')
All this money fallin' (fallin') (DP on the beat)
Told my mom "Don't worry"
All this money on me (on me)
Now your bitch all on me (on me)
Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry)14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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So Hit[Hook]
Boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit
Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips
Um, yeah, boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit
Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips
Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in
Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick
Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in
Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick

[Verse 1]
Um, yeah, look at my Rollie, I don't got the time
Look at these niggas, they all stealing my lines, yeah
Yeah, and I'm like "why is she sniffing 'em lines up", yeah
I still be gettin' that work, met the plug right in the diner
Yeah, talkin' that shit little bitch, you get a shiner
Yeah, whippin' it like it's my wrist, burning my tires

[Hook]
Boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit
Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips
Um, yeah, boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit
Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips
Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in
Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick
Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in
Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick

[Verse 2]
Um, yeah, she holdin' that work, movin' that work
Move through the dirt, sip on that dirt, what is your name?
Bitch I'm umm Lil Uzi Vert
Boy you so sad, boy you so mad you can't get a verse
Uh, yeah, umm, actually I fucked your bitch it was like um yeah
It was her and her friend they said "Uzi come in", I was like "oh, yeah!"

[Hook]
Boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit
Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips
Um, yeah, boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit
Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips
Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in
Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick
Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in
Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick


[Verse 3]
Ksubi jeans that with the K, banana clip in the K
Most of these niggas they hate, I do not walk in no J's
I just be changing these hoes, same way I'm changing my lanes
Um, yeah bitch it's Cartier, this ain't no Ray-Ban
Um, band in my hand, she callin' me the band man
She like the way that I dance, she say "Uzi hit that dance"
Damn, umm, she on snooze, yeah, that little bitch on a xan
Damn, bitch, I can't lose, yeah, paid a thousand for my pants
Damn, I got rich quick, yeah, got a rich bitch, like "you so hit"
"You so hit", damn, I got rich quick, yeah, got a rich bitch like
"You so hit", aye, you so hit
Damn, I got rich quick, yeah, got a rich bitch, like "you so hit"
"You so hit", damn, I got rich quick, yeah, got a rich bitch like "You so hit", aye, you so hit
[Hook]
Boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit
Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips
Um, yeah, boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit
Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips
Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in
Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick
Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in
Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Smoke My Dope (Demo)[Intro]
Damn DJ Plugg, you just killed it!

[Pre-Hook]
Yeah, huh, what
Cut that bitch off like I'm Zorro, yeah
She say I see you tomorrow, aye
Lil' bitch won't see me tomorrow, yeah
Heel toeing right in my visvims
I do not rock on no Jordans
Lil Uzi he got the vision, aye
All the rings on like I'm Horry, aye

[Hook]
Aye, smoke my dope
Damn, white bitch sniff that coke, yeah
Um, smoke my dope, aye
White bitch sniff that coke, yeah
My cousin ran out of work, aye
He started choppin' that soap, yeah
Aye, smoke my dope
Damn, white bitch sniff that coke, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, um, what you about?
Yeah, punch that nigga in his mouth, yeah
Um, run in his house, yeah
Get the money now we out, yeah
Swervin' that bitch she annoying, aye
Told that lil' bitch gotta earn it, aye
Both of my choppers be brothers
Callin' em Lil Bert and Lil Ernie
Goyard belt it cost a Hermes
Ksubi jeans tight, kinda hurtin'
Pockets so big like excursion, yeah
And my main bitch be a dyke
Um, wait, told that lil' bitch
You got a fat ass, but you not my type
Aye, wait, huh, what?
Bitch you thought you spendin' the night
Aye, that bitch she jump on my dick
Aye, ride my shit like it is a bike
No I do not feel no way, but I'm higher than a kite
Yeah, run through them hoes like Ray Rice
Drinkin' that lean with no Sprite (sheesh)
All of my bitches they bi, aye
Takin' them Xans on them flights
[Pre-Hook]
Yeah, huh, what
Cut that bitch off like I'm Zorro, yeah
She say I see you tomorrow, aye
Lil' bitch won't see me tomorrow, yeah
Heel toeing right in my Visvims
I do not rock on no Jordans
Lil Uzi he got the vision, aye
All the rings on like I'm Horry, aye

[Hook]
Aye, smoke my dope
Damn, white bitch sniff that coke, yeah
Um, smoke my dope, aye
White bitch sniff that coke, yeah
My cousin ran out of work, aye
He started choppin' that soap, yeah
Aye, smoke my dope
Damn, white bitch sniff that coke

[Bridge]
Aye, smoke my dope
White bitch sniff that coke
My cousin ran out of work, aye
He started choppin' that soap, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, um, told that bitch
Is you with it? Is you ready?
Yeah, um, told that bitch
Is you with it? Is you ready?, yeah
Um, whopper on me, chopper on me, it's so heavy, aye
Pull out that Rolly, it got the bezel
All of my jewelry is real metal
Yeah, nigga want beef
I might just fuck on his niece
Aye, paid a thousand for my sneaks
That be  Chanel on my sneaks
Paid a lot right for my teeth, aye
Diamond, white gold on my teeth
Yeah, takin' Xans, catch my z's
Yeah, and my bitch booty on fleek, aye

[Pre-Hook]
Yeah, huh, what
Cut that bitch off like I'm Zorro, yeah
She say I see you tomorrow, aye
Lil' bitch won't see me tomorrow, yeah
Heel toeing right in my visvims
I do not rock on no Jordans
Lil Uzi he got the vision, aye
All the rings on like I'm Horry, aye
[Hook]
Aye, smoke my dope
Damn, white bitch sniff that coke, yeah
Um, smoke my dope, aye
White bitch sniff that coke, yeah
My cousin ran out of work, aye
He started choppin' that soap, yeah
Aye, smoke my dope
Damn, white bitch sniff that coke28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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She Wasn’t Lasting[Verse 1]
Lil Uzi Vert, um, yeah I'm gon' rage
Yeah, Fuckin' yo bitch on the stage (yeah)
Fuckin' your bitch in the face (yeah)
I leave you gone with no trace (yeah)
Cartier all on my face, (yeah)
Ray ban's not on my face (yeah)
Duckin' and dodgin' on 12 (Aye)
Duckin' away from the snitches
Duckin' away from the bitches
I just be stackin' my riches, (Um Yeah)
If you see me with that bitch best believe I'm gon hit it
I don't buy none of my clothes from Lennox
Yeah my chopper that bitch big as a midget
Walk around in Balmain jeans
So much money a nigga just be limpin'
Aw yeah, I don't want that hoe
Keep my hammer close, I don't trust a soul
Countin' up them blue hundreds
But my money old
Jumpin' in my whip ain't no handles on the door
Like What

[Chorus]
Yeah, you is not a bad chick (no)
Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average
On the real girl, you a slick trash bitch
I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting
(like what) Yeah You is not a bad chick (no)
Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average
On the real girl, you a slick trash bitch
I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting
[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Yeah, you is not a bad chick (no)
Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average
On the real girl you a slick trash bitch
I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't Lasting
(like what) Yeah You is not a bad chick (no)
Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average
On the real girl you a slick trash bitch
I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fast as You CanLyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
... [?]
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't wanna throw these bands (No)
Know that she will drop it low, when she do her dance
Turn around, girl, yeah, on a handstand (Yeah)
I don't really wanna but I'm 'bout to throw these bands (Guap)
I don't really wanna but I'm 'bout to throw these bands
You took your girl out to eat, she wanna get a tan
So I swooped in first, I see you took her to the sand
I don't really wanna but I'm 'bout to throw these bands (Lil Uzi)

[Chorus]
Yeah, um, jump in a Lamb
Move that car fast, yeah, fast as I can (Yeah)
Come here, girl, and drop it rather fast as you can (Huh)
Fast as you can, fast as you can
Come here, girl, drop it low, fast as you can
Fast as you can, fast as you can4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Made It[Intro]
Can't believe I made it (Made it, Can’t believe)
Can't believe I made it (Made it)
Them niggas had me confused
Yeah, the ones that hated (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
You're the ones that hated (Ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, can’t believe I made it
All them niggas had me confused
Yeah, the ones that hated
Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh)
Yeah, can't believe I made it
All them niggas had me confused
Yeah, the ones that hated
Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Lil Uzi)

[Verse 1]
You know I'm the one, everything I do first place it (Yeah)
Pull up in a spaceship, man you know I'm gonna race it (Vroom)
Brand new Hermes bracelet complement the Cuban bracelet (Huh?)
Your girl say you rap good but say my voice amazing (Oh)
Hit it once, can't chase it, I don't know that girl erase it
I can’t save it-save it-save it, man I swear that girl so basic (Okay)
She so tasteless, I might pull up and I Wraith it
So much money, gotta rake it
All this paper, got her naked
Tell that girl, she better shake it (Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Or I will not pay, can’t pay anyway (Oh)
'Cause there’s no layaway
If I didn't have it all would you fade away? (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Yeah, can't believe I made it (Bih)
All them niggas had me confused
Yeah, the ones that hated (What)
Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh)
Yeah, can’t believe I made it (Bih)
All them niggas had me confused
Yeah, the ones that hated (What)
Now the same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh)

[Verse 2]
Can't you tell, can't you smell, diamonds sick, they pale (Yeah)
Yeah they wet like a whale, I'm slimy like snail (Slime)
I come from the bottom, where it's kill or be killed (Yeah)
I count it to a thousand, then I made my first mil' (Oh, god)
We won't talk, we won't squeal, get off on a pill (Pill)
Yeah we saw your paperwork, got off on a deal (Deal)
Big guns, banana get you pealed (Yeah)
Pick one, these niggas ain't in the field (Yeah)
You know Draco (Uh), AK (Uh), AR (Uh)
Uzi (Uh) Tec (Uh), Kriss (Uh), Vector (Uh, yeah)
Not (Uh) stressing (Uh), money (Uh), protecting (Uh)
Rubber band stretching (Uh)
Fuck your bitch, she on a stretcher (Uh)
[Chorus]
Yeah, can't believe I made it
All them niggas had me confused
Yeah, the ones that hated
Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Baby)
Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Uh)
Yeah, can't believe I made it
All them niggas had me confused
Yeah, the ones that hated
Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Baby)
Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Uh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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You Mad (Make It Back)[Intro]
That's more like it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You can't trap here, you can't mat here
Yeah

[Chorus]
I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag
First I made a bag, then I spend a bag
Then I make it back, yeah I make it back
Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact
I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag
First I made a bag, then I spend a bag
Then I make it back, yeah I make it back
Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact

[Verse 1]
Pull up on my dolo, 'cause I got my strap
All I see is snakes, Don C on my hat
I was off the xanny baby, she was off the flat
She ain't have no panties baby, hit it from the back
I know I'm a better fella, no hater, I won't tell her
Donald Duck my Gucci sweater, no I won't pluck a feather
I probably got salmonella, Saint Laurent on all my leather
Diamond dancing with baguette, chopper on me Armageddon
Damn my jewelry it got heavy, damn my new bitch she so heavy
Yeah my new whip is so heavy
Hit the button, now it's ready
Ready, better hope you're ready
Now she wanna sex me, used to didn't want to text me
[Chorus]
I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag
First I made a bag, then I spend a bag
Then I make it back, yeah I make it back
Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact
I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag
First I made a bag, then I spend a bag
Then I make it back, yeah I make it back
Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact

[Verse 2]
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, bitch I went up in my thoughts
200 my whip and it stuck
I do not talk to the cops
Stop, you're popped
You do not get any guap
Ayy, get a bag run it up
Diamond dance, they shiny, it ain't sunny up
Who at the door, put the money upstairs
Better stay down there, can't get money up here
Clothes so rare, you can't find that there
Ayy, car go faster, you can't pass there
You can't text here, you can't mack here
You can't trap here, you can't stack here, got the mac here
[Chorus]
I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag
First I made a bag, then I spend a back
Then I make it back, yeah I make it back
Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact
I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag
First I made a bag, then I spend a bag
Then I make it back, yeah I make it back
Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Watch This*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse 1]
We got one or two flats and a ceiling screen
Let me guess, it cost you like a hundred thousand
No, no, no, bitch, you come fuck with me
I'm doin' what you do in your dreams
I fucked your bitch pussy, Vaseline
These bitches always will capture me
Hatin' ass nigga turn into me
Fucked on yo' bitches like ten to me
On the real it was just me and Mean
We don't know how tall your girlfriend is
When we saw her she was on her knees
I cannot get tired of money, but this money it will turn people 90 degrees
I know you sick of my money, 'cause everytime he call you, he try to get it from me

[Chorus]
Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it
I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin'
I stay with a whole lotta
Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it
I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin'
I stay with a whole lotta
[Verse 2]
Bustas, Lil Uzi stay on some mob shit, stop it
All these drugs keep fucking with my conscience
How you from my hood, but you still on some opp shit?
Time gon' tell, fuck niggas get popped quick
Fleas ran over Xanny and mouses
That's not my boys, gonna pull up to they house, shit
I fucked that bih from the opp block, but I only did that on like multiple couches
Fuck that lil' bitch, 'cause I know where her house is
I don't know where she stay, but I know where her mouth is
These niggas they talk, always on some clout shit
I got a gun it'll put you on a cloud
Fucking with Lil Uzi and that's some news on me, let's go
I keep checking my poles, dependin' on my mood, yeah
I keep checking my hoes, sometimes check my shows, yeah
I keep checking my poles, like I check my shows
Niggas they blown outside like a hall, 'cause they not following rules
No matter where I go, I gotta take my jewels

[Chorus]
Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it
I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin'
I stay with a whole lotta
Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it
I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin'
I stay with a whole lotta
[Verse 3]
Dead men on me, yeah
Dead men on me, yeah
She bad, fell on me, 'cause I walked in with her rent on me
That bitch got the cent' on me, yeah
Put the fan on me, yeah
I'm not worried 'bout that, 'cause I got two big FN's on me, gang
She drop dead all the way to the morning
When you pop that stout, homie
Don't want it like that, don't own it
That's your little bitch, please, don't control me
I'm gonna keep throwing this money, beep
I'm gonna keep throwing this money down, bust down just like freeze
I'm gonna keep throwing this money down, 4000 a piece, yeah
I took your bitch back to the future, 5000, that's slatt
I took your bitch back to solar, uh, got more pills we geeked
My diamonds they too much, they all blur, I can't even see

[Chorus]
Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it
I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin'
I stay with a whole lotta
Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
These niggas broke boys
Watch this, watch this
I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this
I can make your bitch one stop it
I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin'
I stay with a whole lotta
[Outro]
Dead men on me
Dead men on me
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Queso[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
My bitch Spanish, told her twerk, then she hit the salsa
You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya
Mixin' up that perico,  spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Money, carat, diamond necklace
Thousand dollar checklist
Bitch, I'm flexin', we start sexin'
Now that bitch so restless
Panamera Rari, forgi, bitch, I'm young and reckless
My chain got on praying hands
'Cause my life a blessin'
We start smokin' in the dams
Now I smoke a section
You is not allowed in the real nigga section
Hundred dollar salad, fifty dollar dressin'
Money, pussy, sober, they can't smell stressin'
Daylight, hoes is whippin' lotus
They so poker, built like joker
Glock no holster (Pistol burning)
Pockets on Al Roker
Lean or soda, what you holdin'?
My bitch golden, her ass swollen
Gucci Jones and why you foldin'?
Your bitch hatin' on my homies
[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert]
Queso, that be that queso (Yeah)
That queso (Yeah), that queso (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
Hey, hey, ayy, yeah, hey, yeah, yeah, woo

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
My bitch Spanish, told her twerk, then she hit the salsa
You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya
Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Fuck your man, bitches wanna fuck with Young Khalifa
'Cause I got that sauce, I be bunkin' through your speakers
Married to the money, fuck her once, then I don't need her
Big booty Latina, twerkin', while she roll my weed up
All my niggas on, Lil' Uzi hit me for a feature
Never trust a broad, ya'll some unstable creatures
Chevy get the call, I'm in Cali', we should link up
Back when I was young, servin' strong in-front the teachers
Now I'm much older, prices way cheaper
Came a long way from that Motorola beeper
Movin' state to state with just an iPhone and a Sidekick
Upgrade the room and get a flight for my lil' side bitch
[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa & Lil Uzi Vert]
Know I gotta get a flight for my lil' side bitch, mane
Man she talkin' 'bout she don't smoke
Young Khalifa hand her a pound, that'll have her ass get high in that thing (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
My bitch Spanish, told her twerk, then she hit the salsa
You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya
Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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On My Line[Hook : Lil Uzi Vert]
Bust-bustin' traps on my phone
These junkies won’t leave me 'lone
Had-had your bitch all on my phone
Then she gave me dome
Tra-tra-trappin' on my phone
These junkies won’t leave me 'lone
Your bitch on my phone
That bitch give me dome

[Verse 1 : Lil Uzi Vert]
Gave me dome, gave me dome
Off the shits, I don’t know
What the fuck you sayin'?
Jumpin’ in the Rolls, sippin’ on this Rose
2-2-3 and balls, all my diamonds close
Chains look like snow and them bitches go
All my bitches hoes, they be sniffin’ coke
I don’t sniff no coke
Trippers have ahead, Glizzy with the sticks
Forty five with balls, you ain’t really know, I was with the shits
Now you really know
Speakin’ two different languages
And made it out of joke, xanny, eyes closed
Ballin’ like I’m Sammy, chillin’ in Miami
I just need a Grammy
Chillin’ on the ocean, pussy to be flowin’
She ain’t got no panties
You’ll be on the floor, I am not an human
All this be just splattin’
Boy you still let me
My own niggas trappin’
[Hook : Lil Uzi Vert]
Bustin' traps on my phone
These junkies won’t leave me 'lone
Ha-had, your bitch all on my phone
Then she gave me dome
Tra-tra-trappin' on my phone
These junkies won’t leave me 'lone
Your bitch on my phone
That bitch give me dome

[Verse 2 : G Herbo]
All of my bitches they fine and they right
Still suck my dick the first night
Sippin Rosé cause I’m not gettin’ high
Mix the codeine with the sprite
Hoes on my dick, try to fuck and I'm wasted
I think I'm Future, No Basic
Can’t fuck that bitch if she basic
Like have a brick from my bracelet
Pull up tryna stunt in a wraith
Pull up try to race on my stripe
Yo bitch let me fuckin’ it straight
Disrespect her and  bustin’ in face
Money thats one thing thats gonna stay on my mind
I give her all of my time
Touch that bitch til I’m all on my way but I lie
She don’t distribute  a dime
And you drop but you never stop hittin’ my line
I got you go strippin’ on line
They don’t got me, just sit on and last
Thirty shot clips on that
Try to run and get hit in the splat
If you jug you get hit and get splash
It gets me up in the hood, post it up with my ice and my gun with my nigga
[Hook : Lil Uzi Vert]
Bustin' traps on my phone
These junkies won’t leave me 'lone
Had your bitch all on my phone
Then she gave me dome
Tra-tra-trappin' on my phone
These junkies won’t leave me 'lone
Your bitch on my phone
That bitch give me dome7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Flex’n[Intro]
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro

[Hook]
Never knew getting money was cool
Bitches think that I'm cool, threw a hundred right up in the pool
Your bitch was naked up in the pool
Hit from the back when I'm in the pool
Swear that I'm flexing right next to you
Me and Metro flexing next to you

[Producer Tag : Future]
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga

[Verse 1]
Counting blue faces nothing else to do
Bitches and bottles my section too
I met that bitch on the avenue, I fucked that bitch on the avenue
Money long just like the avenue, clip be long just like the avenue
Got more whips than the damn avenue, flipping that shit on the avenue
Pull out my weapon, pussy nigga I be blasting too
.223 bullet it make you vomit, I swear that you ain't gone last it through
120 that's up on your dash, 200 on mine I'm maxing too
And you really swear that you got my bitch, but I told her to keep cashing you
Rollie, Rollie it be presidential, spent a lot of money on a platinum VVS dentures(skrt, VVS dentures)
Whipping out the Fisker, Imma show you how to work your wrist(skrt, whipping out the fisker)
Now you get the picture, I am a lean sipper
Actavis Actavis Actavis, I don't like red
Yellow diamond dripper, Cartier worth a couple tickets
[Hook]
Never knew getting money was cool
Bitches think that I'm cool, threw a hundred right up in the pool
Your bitch was naked up in the pool
Hit from the back when I'm in the pool
Swear that I'm flexing right next to you
Me and Metro flexing next to you

[Producer Tag : Future]
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga

[Outro]
Counting blue faces nothing else to do
Bitches and bottles my section too
I met that bitch on the avenue, I fucked that bitch on the avenue
Money long just like the avenue, clip be long just like the avenue
Got more whips than the damn avenue, flipping that shit on the avenue
Pull out my weapon, pussy nigga I be blasting too
.223 bullet it make you vomit, I swear that you ain't gone last it through
120 that's up on your dash, 200 on mine I'm maxing too
And you really swear that you got my bitch, but I told her to keep cashing you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Horse[Pre-Hook]
Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That bitch say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up bitch, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them bitches both got the horse (giddy up!)

[Hook]
Hit that bitch straight from the back
That bitch just look like a horse
That bitch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that bitch suck on my dick
I leave her pussy so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce

[Verse 1]
Automobiles they so foreign
You worrying about a Ford
Nigga tell me how you whipping
I swear I'm using a fork
Boy I swear your money little
Like you related to Stuart
That bitch she lick on the tip
Ain't my baby somebody call the stork
Maxing the Mac-11 with the tripper service
Swear that you don't want war
Shotgun turn you to a smoothie, hit you with the uzi
Swear you don't want war
You a tough pit like a bar
Tell that bitch I got everything in the store
I remember back I was almost poor
Now that bitch pussy pinker than a sore
Tough ass raps they bethey be snitching in court
Gang members they be talking in code like its morse
I'm the type of nigga to handle shit like a dog
You the type of nigga to fall in love with a whore
Back then that bitch said I was a nerd
Now that bitch sucking on the dick of a god
All that got damn money laying on the floor
Pick it up put it away treat it like a chore
[Pre-Hook]
Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That bitch say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up bitch, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them bitches both got the horse (giddy up!)

[Hook]
Hit that bitch straight from the back
That bitch just look like a horse
That bitch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that bitch suck on my dick
I leave her pussy so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce

[Verse 2]
Margiela made out of cow
Them bitchesmake you feel like a goat
On my neck got fifty thou
Diamond wet just like a boat
Money is sitting in pile
You is upset because you in a hole
I'm spending the most
I swear that thick bitch is doing the most
Rolling with my brother like the master
Choking on her neck anaconda
Roll around with tina on my hip
Who the fuck is that? oh that's just the llama
Fuck on that bitch on her pajamas
Fuck 12 skirt off Panamera
Choke on her tail ruin her mascara
Looking at a millionaire in the mirror
Running the game like a track
Swear you my son, not your dad
VVS on my right wrist
VVS on my left wrist
I just fucked on my right bitch
Then I fuck on my left bitch
That pussy pop like a rari
That pussy yeah it got grip
[Hook]
Hit that bitch straight from the back
That bitch just look like a horse
That bitch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that bitch suck on my dick
I leave her pussy so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pluto to Mars*Lyrics from Snippets

[Chorus]
I done came out with a hundred grand large, yeah (I done came up with the Vert)
I got a ten car garage, yeah (I got a ten car garage, woo)
They thought I wouldn't make it far, yeah (Woo-woo)
Mama, I did it, a star, yeah (Mama, I did it, woo-woo)
Yellow diamond look like Marge, yeah (Look like a Simpson, woo-woo)
Backyard so big like a park, yeah (Woo-woo)
Made it from Pluto to Mars (It's Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (Fame)
I could never gеt mistaken for a lame (Lame)
You know I lovе it every time she calls my name (Yeah)
If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (Fame)
I could never get mistaken for a lame (Lame)
You know I love it every time she calls my name (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
I could break down the flow on the beat now (Yes)
I could break down your ho into threes now (Woah)
Said my paper so old it got senile (Huh?)
I done pulled up with a forty, ayy (Yeah)
I get that forty, my woadie, ayy
I gotta go do some shows (Shows)
I met some different girls all on the road (Ayy)
Yeah, you know how this life goes (Yeah, ayy)
I could tell that these niggas, they all frauds (Ayy)
All of these niggas, they tryna sabotage (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I done came out with a hundred grand large, yeah
I got a ten car garage, yeah (Yeah)
They thought I wouldn't make it far, yeah (Huh?)
Mama, I did it, a star, yeah (Yeah, I'm a star)
Yellow diamond look like Marge, yeah (Yeah)
Backyard so big like a park, yeah (Park, yeah)
Made it from Pluto to Mars (It's Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (Fame)
I could never get mistaken for a lame (Lame)
You know I love it every time she calls my name (Yeah)
If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (Fame)
I could never get mistaken for a lame (Lame)
You know I love it every time she calls my name (Ayy)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Up the Ops*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
I'm super gone, I'm super gone
I'm super gone, I'm super gone, yeah
I'm super gone, I'm super gone
Stop hittin' me up, gettin' me up (yeah)
Hittin' me up, gettin' me up
Yeah, stop calling my phone, stop calling my phone, yeah
I'm all in my zone, I'm almost gone, yeah

[Chorus]
Pull up on your block, and we 10 deep (yeah)
Yeah, We gon' up the 'ops till it's empty, Yeah
I'ma take your thot, hit it gently (aye), Yeah
She gon' ride on top like a ten speed (yeah)
Counting all big knots all blue benjis
You can believe it or not like its Ripley's
These niggas so mad, and they envy
You should keep on hating cause it miss me, Yeah

[Verse 1]
Treat all these girls the same
My first girl the one to blame
Disappeared like David Blaine
I don't even know her name
Look at my Rollie
Look at the bezel, that bitch is so golden
I got the Saint Laurent I never foldie
These niggas talking but I never phony (yeah)
I never listen
So I don't care what they told me
If its beef, then I prefer that it’s cold
Walk around pockets just loaded
You got a couple on totting
You is not tough and it's showin'
Your pockets so small like a Lotus
My pockets so big like a Rolls
Wait, to the race
Yeah, to the race
She said that she like my chains
She said that it make her blind
I played with her like a toy
Beat it up, beatin' up night
Don't talk to me know my name
I'ma Leo it's like lion
[Chorus]
Pull up on your block, and we 10 deep (yeah)
Yeah, We gon' up the 'ops till it's empty, Yeah
I'ma take your thot, hit it gently (aye), Yeah
She gon ride on top like a ten speed (yeah)
Counting all big knots all blue benjis
You can believe it or not like its Ripley's
These niggas so mad, and they envy
You should keep on hating cause it miss me, Yeah

[Verse 2]
Copped everything in the store, I'm affording to
They only had one, so you know I had to order two
My niggas don't take me out cause they say I'm important too
Nigga you keep tryna act out you better stop fronting niggas extorting you
Diamonds dance like water
MJ dance on wall
Deep in the sea like some coral
You call my number ignore you
Girl you my number one story
That be friend call when I'm bored too
Put my pedal to the floor too
I might just stay on the island
Got Gucci Goggles when I snorkel
Rage in her pussy like Raichu
Hit her so much give me [?]
Break that lil bitch I won't buy it
I'm so weird, nigga confined me
My tints so dark that’s its blinding
Jump in the foreign like ha
[Chorus]
Pull up on your block, and we 10 deep (yeah)
Yeah, We gon' up the 'ops till it's empty, Yeah
I'ma take your thot, hit it gently (aye), Yeah
She gon ride on top like a ten speed (yeah)
Counting all big knots all blue benjis
You can believe it or not like its Ripley's
These niggas so mad, and they envy
You should keep on hating cause it miss me, Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hold Up (Dough Up) [Demo][Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 1]
Like 10 toes deep, I'm all in
Yeah, 10 toes deep, I'm all in
Yeah, everyday I be ballin'
Yeah, everyday I be ballin, yeah
Split that lil bitch and she act like she know me
I be ballin' like Ginobili, (Skrt)
Whippin' it all the way till' my wrist numb
I can feel it in my shoulder
Somebody grab me a Polaroid, Polaroid, cuz my diamonds they so polar, aye
Talking that shit, pull up right on your block, got that drum
And that choppa' on shoulder
Fuck nigga you can not fight, yeah
Bitch come in two just like dice, yeah
I need it wet just like splash, yeah
Gettin' my money? Yeah, right
Yeah, fucking yo bitch cuz she right, yeah
Riding my dick like a bike, yeah
She is not spending the night, yeah
She is not spending the night
[Pre-Hook]
Yeah, I was in love with that girl
She was in love with a girl
I was in love with that dyke
I do not fuck with her brother
I was in love with a dyke
Nowadays I got a wife
I do not think about her

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 2]
Umm, Yeah
Uh no I'm not Jordan but I am the GOAT just like Kobe
My car's so fast, 200 on dash, won't test it (skrrr)
Gettin' money, that's a blessin'
Pray to the Lord that every day I be flexin', ya
Some of my niggas they restin', ya
I am still here, that's a blessin', ya
Swear I don't do the textin', ya
Lil bitch you is a peasant, ya
My chain might be tight but it's heavy, ya
Don't do no credit or debit, ya
All this money in my pocket, that shit get so heavy, ya
[Bridge]
Now I got me a new level
Now I went up in my level
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nigo Hilfiger[Intro]
Skurrt, skurrt, skurrt, skurrt, boo
Aye, someone call the boat man, aye, Lil Uzi
Aye, aye, oh that Plugg, skurrt!

[Hook]
If it ain't really bout money (On me)
I don't know why the fuck you talkin' (Save it)
I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye (No)
I fuck her sister no condom, aye (Yeah)
I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye
I fuck her sister no condom, aye
Boxers be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Told you be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
All of my boxers be Tommy, aye
That shit be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Left my old bitch kinda salty, aye
Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye

[Verse 1]
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye
Hit a nigga with a Tommy, aye
All of my boxers be Tommy, aye
Some of my boxers they Bathing Ape
Most of my boxers be Tommy, aye
Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye
Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye
Smokin' that gas till I'm fallin', aye
Gettin' these hunnids I'm ballin', aye
Why you lil' bitch keep on callin', aye
Over my way and she stalkin', aye
Why these niggas they be hatin', aye
Swervin' that whip and they walkin', aye
Lil Uzi go super saiyan
That nigga just be evolving
[Bridge]
If it ain't really bout money (On me)
I don't know what the fuck you talkin'
I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye
I fuck her sister no condom, aye
I'll beat your ass like I'm Ronda
Asian bitch with ass like bumble
Bathing Ape be my pajamas
Chopper on me like Rambo

[Hook]
If it ain't really bout money (On me)
I don't know what the fuck you talkin'
I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye
I fuck her sister no condom, aye
I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye
I fuck her sister no condom, aye
Boxers be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Told you be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
All of my boxers be Tommy, aye
That shit be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Left my old bitch kinda salty, aye
Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye
[Verse 2]
Lil' bitch do not cause a scene, aye
I swear to god It's not Maury, aye
Fuckin' all up on your bitch, aye
When I'm in New York with Bari, aye
She play with my dick like Atari, skurrt
Twenty one, not tryna call me, skurrt
Look at my phone, got all these bitches, I feel like Mike Lowrey (damn!)
Brittney that still be my barbie, aye
Rockstar like stop throwin' party, aye
Sometimes I feel like she Lita, aye
Sometimes I feel like Jeff Hardy, aye
Don't be a hater cause all of my skaters say "Lil Uzi you gnarly", aye
I mix the Visvims with Bape, aye
You still rockin' old Ed Hardy, aye
I mix the lobster with steak, aye
Look at my plate and you starving, aye
I feel like I'm DMX
When I'm in the pussy slippin and fallin', aye
Ask that lil' bitch if she an artist, aye
Cause that lil' bitch keep on drawlin', aye
I get that bitch on a boot, aye
She said "I don't do this often"

[Hook]
If it ain't really bout money (On me)
I don't know what the fuck you talkin'
I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye
I fuck her sister no condom, aye
I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye
I fuck her sister no condom, aye
Boxers be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Told you be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
Uzi Gang that be the army, aye
All of my boxers be Tommy, aye
That shit be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye
Left my old bitch kinda salty, aye
Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bustdown[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bust down bust down
Look at my wrist like what now
Got that chain on flood now
God that young nigga up now
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Ring on, Bust down
Look at my wrist like what now
Got that chain on flood now
God that young nigga up now
Bust down, Bust down, Bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Bust down, Bust down, Bust down
Everything I got on bust down

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ya'll so clear you see through it
Gettin' money off stream music
So much Bape in my closet
She suck a real off G Unit
Hat on the head with a D on it
O with N with a C on it
If you talk drugs nigga we on it
Look at my ring put a key on it (trap)
Look at my car and a key on it
Look at my broad ain't no weave on it
You the type nigga that be on it
Can't even afford to breath on it
Yeah, I'm gettin' all this paper like whats up now
My chopper, chopper bigger than a damn truck now
Like uh, ring on check, chain on check
Ring on check, just three wings
Tell your bitch, I'm makin' money
I'm gettin' these checks, she givin' me sex
She givin' me neck, yeah she next and then she next
Look at the chain up  on my neck it got all of those baguettes
Ha! Woo!
Diamonds, all [?]
Diamonds [?]
Diamonds you can not relate
Bitch if you not suckin' my dick, I cancel you like Ricki Lake
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Run off, Run down
Look at my wrist like what now
Got that chain on flood now
God that young nigga up now
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Ring on, Bust down
Look at my wrist like what now
Got that chain on flood now
God that young nigga up now
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Rollie on my wrist that's a bust down
Diamonds on my wrist like I'm Chris Brown
Bitch, I don't even want to talk to you
Lil Uzi going to put you in the hospital
I was ten hittin' jewels on gold
Money so tall can't fold
Come to your house, kick in the door
Walking around with a bank roll
I done made a mil' in the trap house
Bad bitch but she got a good mouth
I do not kiss and we fuck on the couch
You cuffing I'm kicking em out
Bust down, Bust down, Bust down
Pinky ring, pinky ring, bust down, I'm sipping on Actavis now
Smoking OG by the pound, On a PJ for the Rico
My hoe is too foreign she closing the borders, illegal
Don't fuck with you people, it's QC the label
Bitch take a look at these chains
For the fame I'm still the same
In the kitchen I'm whipping that same thang
That Audemars 50k plain jane
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Run off, Run down
Look at my wrist like what now
Got that chain on flood now
God that young nigga up now
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Ring on, Bust down
Look at my wrist like what now
Got that chain on flood now
God that young nigga up now
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Everything I got on bust down
Bust down, bust down, Bust down
Everything I got on bust down8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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For Fun*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
(Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff)

[Chorus]
I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun (Beep, beep)
For every mil' I pop a pill, I do that shit 'til I'm dumb (Dumb)
I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One)
Smokin' a pack, full of that gas, almost lost my lung (My lung)
I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk
1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon' run (Frrah)
FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk)
You keep tryna make me one cup but you can't throw my love (My love)

[Verse 1]
You should enjoy your whole day 'cause I am good, my love (I'm good, my love)
I knew you need your many friends but you needed my thugs
Both of my pockets got stuffed
Bank account tryna keep up
I can never go bankrupt
I fucked your bitch in the tub (Yeah)
I don't believe in good luck (Yeah)
[?] if you like it or not
She never slept in my house
Hit it ten times my own Bentley truck, yeah
[?], yeah
Smoke [?] top of my lungs, yeah
I get my money so crazy (Yeah)
I get my motives from Bloods, yeah
What you know 'bout having luck?
[?] from my other side
[?] from my mothers side
Don't got no [?] from my brothers side
I will give you almost everything
You know that bitch is like some of mine (No)
Rockin' VETEMENTS from the summer line
And you know it is the Wintertime (Wintertime)
[Chorus]
I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun (Fun)
For every mil' I pop a pill, I do that shit 'til I'm dumb (Dumb, dumb)
I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One, one)
Smokin' the back, full of that gas, almost lost my lung (My lungs)
I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk (Skunk, skunk)
1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon' run (Frrah)
FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk)
You keep tryna make me one cup but you can't throw my love (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
You keep tryna make me one cup but you can't throw my love
You keep tryna make me come but you can't buy my love
Girl need cake, my [?], [?] my queen (My queen)
She wanna fuck my team, hit my main bitch just for the link
I said fuck your team, we pulled up [?]
Nigga don't want no beef, I've never ever give you a [?]
As far as I go for my bean, she sniff coke, [?] catch a feelin'
Yeah she not got money, [?] (Ayy)
Girl, you [?] too funny, she can carry me [?] (Ayy)
All of my stocks on trees, there's no way I'll Muhammad Ali
All of my [?] are blessed, [?] your bitch [?] overseas
Chanel [?] paint my McLaren, [?] look like B’s (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun (Fun)
For every mil' I pop a pill, I do that shit 'til I'm dumb (Dumb)
I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One, one)
Smokin' the back, full of that gas, almost lost my lung (My lungs)
I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk (Smell like skunk)
1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon' run (Frrah)
FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk)
You keep tryna make me one cup but you can't throw my love (Love)14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Got the Work[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh? What? Yeah
Huh? What? Yeah
Huh? What? Yeah
Yeah
What?
Brr (Huh?)

[Verse 1]
Look for your bitch, you can't find her, ayy
I fucked your bitch and her momma, ayy
She sucked my dick, I might sign her, ayy
That's the reason that I got her, ayy
Rings on my finger like Sonic, ayy
Them bitches flooded with diamonds, ayy
I hide the Glock in my bombers, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy

[Chorus]
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy (Ayy)
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
[Verse 2]
Brand new gun, nobody shot it (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop), ayy
Yeah, you know I gotta cop it, ayy
Get me like two or three bodies, ayy
'Cause you know I just be droppin' shit, ayy (Yeah)
Diamonds, they shine on my Rollie, ayy (Lil Uzi)
'Cause you know this perfect timing, baby
That little bitch like a spider, woah
The way that she gonna climb the dick, ayy
Suck on the tip, better shine today (Yeah)
Yeah, you moanin' too loud, know what time it is, ayy
She deep throat that shit, I can't find my dick
She like my shirt but don't know what, um, line it is, ayy
Whoa, I got designer dick, ayy
6666, that demonic dick, ayy

[Chorus]
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy (Oh, I got it, ayy)
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy
I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy

[Verse 3]
Nowadays, I'm the hot topic, ayy
DRG shirt from Hot Topic, ayy
Stealing my style need to stop it, yeah
See that shit once and I cop it, yeah
Don't want no beef, better drop it, ayy
Pull up on you with a mop stick, ayy
.223, it ain't no prop stick
Japanese girl eat me up with some chopsticks, ayy
That lil' bitch right there, she a ho (Ha)
She sucked my dick for a bean, ayy
That little bitch is a fiend, ayy (A what?)
I heard that bitch was your queen, ayy (What?)
Fuck that nigga and his team, ayy
Pull up on him with the beam, ayy (Bop)
Blow his ass to smithereens, yeah17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shrooms[Chorus]
I'm too high, high like bat
Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat
Mushrooms hittin', I'm off a cap
I got the vision, baby, I'm back
Cars keep comin' out, I gotta get it
That's the reason I can't stack
If rap don't work, I smoke too much
So that would force me to sell crack (Yeah)

[Interlude]
Yeah (Let's go)
Let’s go (Let's get it)
Let’s go (Let's get it)
Lil Uzi (I'm working on dying)
Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi (I only want pretty shit)
Let’s go (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?), yeah

[Verse 1]
They keep lookin' at me, they said that my life a blessing
I don't pray, don't need no reverend
Yeah, my lifestyle, this shit reckless
I been gettin' money, buildin' all my blocks up like they Tetris
Bro be sellin' all the pigeons, yeah, he burnin' no pedestrians
Adidas on me, but I'm still Nike checkin'
Diamonds on me, if you want some ice lessons
Money on me, I could buy you a present (Let's go)
Rollie on me, I could buy you a Presi' (Yeah)
Balmain my jean, I buy these by the seven (Yeah)
I looked at your jeans and you still rockin' sevens
And all of them chicks in your section
Okay, ten of them bitches your section (Yeah)
I fucked all ten in my studio session (Yeah)
Don't want a Benz, I want a Bentley (No)
I get the money, all the blue Benji's (The noney)
Gave her away 'cause she only worth pennies
Takin' the molly, this shit is intensin' ('Tensin')
I got no appetite, my stomach empty
Rockin' Marc Jacobs, I said, "Phillip Lim me"
Uh, I used to sleep on the couch
I brought a big ass house
With a big bed, but I still sleep on the couch
Freak bitch, just wanna put it in her mouth
Fuck nigga just wanna take my style (What?)
Switch it all up, got a nigga like, "How?"
Your girlfriend came over my crib, late, with nothing under her gown (Woah)
You know that my sauce too wavy
Got a fuck nigga regrettin' his baby
Spongebob holes in a square ass nigga, we pull up with .380s
[Refrain]
FN-N-N-N-N-N
I take 30s, 15, 10s
I was been fuckin' the twins
Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen (Bah)
Outer space invader zim
FN-N-N-N-N-N
No laser, aim at your chin

[Verse 2]
Automatic, automatic hand guns
I know niggas that share that pin
I know niggas, they really rats
I know niggas that use that pen
I know niggas that's out to get me
Smile in my face like they my friends (Let's go)
But you know Lil Uzi ain't scary
Pulled up, every FN, no bap
I ain't never never never need no strap
I ain't never never never like to chat
Had your bitch all on my lap
Looked in my eyes, said a Fendi fact
She would rather be with the snakes than rats
I replied to the bitch like, "Slatt"

[Chorus]
I'm too high, high like bat
Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat
Mushrooms hittin', I'm off a cap
I got the vision, baby, I’m back
Cars keep comin' out, I gotta get it
That's the reason I can't stack
If rap don’t work, I smoke too much
So that would force me to sell crack (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
You know I got plenty racks
That's the reason that your bitch call me dad
Fucked on your bitch now your bitch so sad
'Cause she gotta go home to your broke ass
Fucked on your bitch now your bitch so sad
'Cause she gotta go home to your broke ass
Gucci and Louis on my toes
I cop the shit like the shit broke [?]
FN-N-N-N-N-N
With new beam, aim at your chin
Everyday you know I gotta sin
I think Lil Uzi need to get a cleanse
You so broke, boy, you need to get a wrench
Talk about me, you ain't even got an M
I think somebody listenin' to my conversations
Take off the SIM
Goodbye (And then after…)

[Refrain]
FN-N-N-N-N-N
I take 30s, 15, 10s
I was been fuckin' the twins
Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen (Bah)
FN-N-N-N-N-N
I take 30s, 15, 10s
I was been fuckin' the twins
Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen (Bah)
[Chorus]
I'm too high, high like bat
Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat
Mushrooms hittin', I'm off a cap
I got the vision, baby, I’m back
Cars keep comin' out, I gotta get it
That's the reason I can't stack
If rap don't work, I smoke too much
So that would force me to sell crack (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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White Shit[Intro: DJ Drama]
Ayo, what up?
It's the one and only DJ Drama
And I'm rocking with Vert a.k.a. Lil Uzi
Purple Thoughtz EP, let's get it

[Verse 1]
Everybody know Lil Uzi, yeah, that nigga in the sun
Throw them devil horns up, let you know I'm in the something
Got a ho, she bag it up, still a nigga never trust her
Just talked to society, asked 'em why I'm seeing red cousin
When I go to sleep all I see is my dead cousin (I do)
Better watch what you say, faggot niggas, they be air hustlin' (Yeah)
Oxygen would help the coke (Yeah), so you know I'm air hustlin' (Yeah)
My bitch look like Aaliyah so you know she dead cousin (Yeah)
And I'm still off all that lean, drink that shit 'til my stomach burst
I'ma die with no regrets, I'ma die with twenty sluts (I will)
These niggas smile in my face
But it's middle fingers behind closed doors
Blood, sweat and tears in my pores
Talk shit, nigga, it's a war
And I still look highly of this bitch
Even though I know that she a whore
I'ma go deep in that shit, heard her pussy wetter than the shore (Yeah)
Little do my mom know, got shotties all up in her floor
Put them bullet holes through a motherfucker door
It ain't have to go on key
Got your bitch all on me
Like them titties all on key
I'ma bust all on these
I been killin' it, feelin' it
Rollin' off of that shit
Yeah, I'm sipping all on the pint
Got your bitch all on my dick
Yeah that's word to D (Yeah)
Speaking of D, he'll punch right in your teeth
Got your bitch all on my meat
I can probably kill it every way that I wannaa
And my bars, they be hotter than a fuckin' sauna
I'm the hottest in this shit
The wildest in this shit
Got your bitch all on my shit she too legit to quit
'Cause she got them hams on
Rell that bitch it's MC Hammer
And I just go in, yeah
My bitch like Kelsey Grammer, bitch
[Chorus]
Yeah
White shit, white shit
White shit, white shit
White shit, white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit
White shit, white shit
White shit, white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit

[Verse 2]
White shit, nigga this that white shit
I fucked your bitch, nigga, she sucked my dick
I whip that shit, nigga, that's a white brick
Saw a white, nigga, so I hit a white lick
I ain't no killer, nigga, so don't push me
Talk shit, but you know I'm not a rookie
Ain't no killer but don't push me and my man
Brought you that shit, you owe my man some pussy
(Thot, thot)
You's a bitch, and you's a slut
I heard them niggas down, they was fuckin' you in the butt
I don't give a mother fuck, honest shit
Got ya' ho walley, I water whip
Young Uzi, ya' bitch be my groupie
Yeah I'm drivin' in a 'Rari, yeah it's two-seat
And I be fuckin' with my nigga's, all day
And I be fuckin' with my nigga's, long way
[Chorus]
Yeah
White shit, white shit
White shit, white shit
White shit, white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit
White shit, white shit
White shit, white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit
White shit, nigga this that white shit9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Go Get It (In It)Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Yeaa, woah
Yeah

[Hook]
Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finish
And I knew it wasn't it from the beginning
Don't worry 'bout me now cause you hear that
I'm on the road yeah I'm on the shows yeah
Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finished
And I knew that it was ending from the beginning (The beginning)
I'm denying, man they lying, and I get it (And I)
Man I get, man I get it, yeah I get it (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Hhaa (Yeah)
I start yawning in the morning woke up in it, hhaa (Woke up)
Pour some in it, smoke some in it, smoke some in it (Yuh yuh)
Goyard bag with them bands throw some in it (Throw some in it)
Throw some in it, yeah go get it, yeah I go get it (Yuh yuh)
I'm not kidding, off my brain, it's not uh written (Lil Uzi)
So my percentage just a hundred mind your business
What Thugger say? "I eat ice cream with my chicken"
Pescatarian, extra shrimp with extra lemon, yeah
Don't come to my crib if you don't got extra women (Bye)
I put 10k on my pinky just so I could check my pimpin' (Yeah, what)
I don't got no feelings now, ballin' on my pivot now
[Hook]
Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finish
And I knew it wasn't it from the beginning
Don't worry 'bout me now cause you hear that
I'm on the road yeah I'm on the shows yeah
Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finished
And I knew that it was ending from the beginning (The beginning)
I'm denying, man they lying, and I get it (And I)
Man I get, man I get it, yeah I get it (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
New ? I got plenty, what's up in it
New Avanti is your car, won't jump in it
Pull up in it with no ceiling, with no ceiling
Can't see what's in it, not no rented, not no rented
Yeah
?
Woah
Boy you so mad I got plenty
Tatted my face like a ?
Yeah tatted my face like
Clothes ?

These shows
Hanging up money on tour
Getting my money on tour
[Hook]
Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finish
And I knew it wasn't it from the beginning
Don't worry 'bout me now cause you hear that
I'm on the road yeah I'm on the shows yeah
Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finished
And I knew that it was ending from the beginning (The beginning)
I'm denying, man they lying, and I get it (And I)
Man I get, man I get it, yeah I get it (Yeah)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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150K[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
150, 150
150, my new chain costs one-fifty (Ooh)
Pull up to the club, I ain't got none wit' me (Skrrt, ooh)
Except my pockets swole, look like something bit me (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
That boy say he don't like me, come and get me (Uh)
Pull up, extra poles, and I got a 50 (Uh)
Got my Rollie on, this is not a ticky (Uh)
My car ain't got no license plate, can't get no ticket (Huh)
I'll be saucing, I'll be swaggin', I'll be drippin' (Uh)
Magic hit the toll like a rockin' dicky (Uh)
Told the Nicky, I'm a sticky, I'ma hit it (Huh)
Know I do not know why all these girls be trippin' (Uh)
Diamonds they water, look like the water, that be Pacific (Uh)
Move the four, it got the beam, so I am not missing (Uh)
Everytime that they score, on the real boy, yeah it feels like it's Christmas (Ooh)
Boy, what you know about killin'?
What you know about drug dealin'? (Drug dealin')
What you know about them millions?
Boy, better mind yo business
Stack it all the way to the ceiling
She can't get in my feelings (Feelings)
Sometimes life gets tricky (What?)
Boy, now I keep 150
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
150, 150
150, my new chain costs one-fifty (Ooh)
Pull up to the club, I ain't got none wit' me (Skrrt, ooh)
Except my pockets swole, look like something bit me (Gang)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
You ain't ever been to them trenches
Never had a Glock in your britches
Heard you been rockin' with snitches
You lil' niggas is bitches (Bitch)
You are witnessin' killers (Yeah)
Vert, yeah that's my nigga (My nigga)
We just be getting to the millions (Huh)
Beating up reckless civilians
I did all this shit independent, I don't even know what a deal is
Hating on me, you a lil' nigga, I do it real big
Ain't no such thing as a "used to be", for a nigga, it still is
Take 150 and go spend it with my real friends
Swervo, you too turned up (Let me chill then)
Nigga, play with me, get burned up (Gotta go chill again)
Raw mistake, and I'll be right there in that field again
Tryna go drill again
My mob's motivation 'cause they stealin' pens
If your brain a notebook, they can't steal the pen
From sunny knife, I'm born to lose, but I'm built to win
Wish I could look in Cap's eyes and see what killed them in
Know you see me whipping Benz, getting it in
Getting twenty million, streams a week, on chief, I'm checking again
Disrespecting them bands, they ain't ever got no advance
Spend a stack on my pants
And my t shirt Philip Lan, I don't rock regular brands
Twenty pointer baguettes, all on my neck, can see 'em, yeah damn
Prolly gonna put a Patek on my hands, yeah damn (Lamb, lamb)
I never eat swine again but I'm going ham (Ham)
I don't know how to drive but I still wanna roll in the lamb (Lamb, lamb, skrrt)
Know a lot of niggas want me to die, but I don't give a damn (Damn, damn)
Keep a 40 on me every night, I'ma go to the fam (Boy)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Off White[Intro]
Mic check (Mic check, mic check)
Yea
Ohh, ohh
Ohh

[Verse 1]
Got too many niggas just to buy a lamb
I need a whip, they got like seven doors
I need a crib, they got like seven floors
Gettin' dick sucked from like seven whores
At one time, that ain't my bitch
But that gun's mine, Riccardo Tisci
How I taught forces, I'm hearing voices
Bitch it's lunch time
She eat my dick out the Philip Lims
Bitch I'm [?] from like ten to ten
It was all for her to swallow my dick
Like my shit made a sentiment
Come in my hood all hooded up
Treat your ass like I'm Tsimmerman
Mortality like sub zero
My main hoe screamin' finish him
So I finish him
Half finished dope, Got it for the low
Bitch I'm smoother than the pennyloaf
I got the antidote
But the activis got me trappin' slow
Rick Owens straight off the runway
Rock Off White on a Monday
Let the [?] work, just talked to Virgil pots and pans work
Loosen up the Rollie with the hand work
[Interlude]
Ohh, Ohh, ohh
Yea
It's all [?]
[?] all [?]
Lil Uzi
Ahh

[Verse 2]
Got too many niggas just to buy a lamb
I need a whip, they got like seven doors
I need a crib, they got like seven floors
Gettin' dick sucked from like seven whores
At one time, that ain't my bitch
But that gun's mine, Re [?]
How I taught forces, I'm hearing voices
Bitch it's lunch time
She eat my dick out the Philip Lims
Bitch I'm [?] from like ten to ten
It was all for her to swallow my dick
Like my shit made a sentiment
Come in my hood all hooded up
Treat your ass like I'm Tsimmerman
Mortality like sub zero
My main hoe screamin' finish him
So I finish him
Half finished dope, Got it for the low
Bitch I'm smoother than the pennyloaf
I got the antidote
But the activis got me trappin' slow
Rick Owens straight off the runway
Rock Off White on a Monday
Let the [?] work, just talked to Virgil pots and pans work
Loosen up the Rollie with the hand work
With the hand work, hand work, handwork
[Verse 3]
Five AM, nigga writing verses
Dressed like Remie off higher learning
Talkin' shit I leave your face burnin'
New suit in the Sunday service
First class in the [?] hearse
So I was put here just for a purpose
Lil' fuck your bitch in the [?]
These [?] six is a not at Eargle
We got heavy shit, that's thirty-six
And that's like a seven
That's a perfect brick
If you cop six
Nigga you splurgin'
If you cop six
Nigga you splurgin'
Yea, yea, yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Run Up[Intro]
So yeaa
Woah yea
Let me catch myself
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm high as hell
I'm high as fuck
Lil uzi lil uzi
Woo

[Hook]
Lil Uzi be stacking his money
Til that money cannot stack
I get that money that money yeah
Count up then run up a rack
Run up boy run up these racks
.223 right through these rats
Ballin' in New York in Joan Shepp
And you still shoppin' at Saks (why)
Me and your bitch we had sex, then I turned her over
Me and your bitch we relax, just chill yeah
Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi) yuh
Beatin' you out like I'm Jax

[Verse 1]
Yuh, servin', all of these motherfuckin' zombies
They all on the line
Makin' the money nigga I'm the man
Chain and the diamonds, the different colors
It lookin' like that beak on Toucan Sam
Okay I'm chillin, the bitches on me and I feel like a villain
I'm poppin a xan, xanny, I'm zany I got your bitch on me
She don't wear no panties
She just wanna fuck me just wanna suck it
She just sit on the dick I'm so uncomfortable
I been gettin' all this money its ugly
I get the paper, these niggas be hatin' they bitches on me
And she might start percolatin'
Let me check your credentials
The Rollie presidential
Look at the watch and that bitch be a fake
I'm smokin' on strong and you smokin' on shake
I am a star like the top of my wrist
I am a big fan of the um machine because
I like the Rick Owens they hold the case
Rocking a Bape mask I won't get ebola
Mixing in Actavis with the cream soda
Pushing the Raf throw it off like a floater
Walking in with suit Goyard briefcase
[Hook]
Lil Uzi be stacking his money
Til that money cannot stack
I get that money that money yeah
Count up then run up a rack
Run up boy run up these racks
.223 right through these rats
Ballin' in New York in Joan Shepp
And you still shoppin' at Saks (why)
Me and your bitch we had sex, then I turned her over
Me and your bitch we relax, just chill
Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi)
Beatin' you up like I'm Jax

[Verse 2]
Nine millimeter, put a whole in ya
Size of a pepperoni on a medium pizza
I am a creature
Chop up and sell all the product to you
You think I is a boss
I been just gettin' all that money, niggas be talkin'
How much do that new um shit cost
I said these niggas be shoppin' they really not shoppin'
They gettin' they clothes right from Ross
All of these diamonds are blessings
My teeth VVS's, I swear to god I only talk
Some of my niggas they blood and they crippin'
Feel like I'm Mr Cool its not my fault
Put on my necklace my bracelet
I swear I'm not basic I shine in the dark
Niggas know that my time comin'
I swear that I'm bubblin' like when snail hit the salt
Me and my old bitch we fell a part
Found a new bitch made her play her part
Racin' this Rari like Mario Kart
My diamonds yellow it lookin' like Voss
Straight to the ceiling I swear that I'm pimpin'
Whippin' Bentley, puttin' them scrimps in
[Hook]
Lil Uzi be stacking his money, til that money cannot stack
I get that money that money yeah
Count up then run up a rack
Run up boy run up these racks
.223 right through these rats
Ballin' in New York in Joan Shepp
And you still shoppin' at Saks (why)
Me and your bitch we had sex, then I turned her over
Me and your bitch we relax, just chill
Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi)
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3 Pills[Chorus]
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don't call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin' so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, (yeah yeah)
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah

[Verse 1]
Put 100K in my safe, yeah  (yeah yeah yeah)
Put 200K in my safe, yeah (um yeah yeah)
Put 300K in my safe, yeah (um yeah)
Now I can't close my safe (Close my safe)
Nowadays no one's safe, (No, no, yeah)
Nowadays I fuck 6 hoes a day, yeah
But that's only when I'm in LA, uh yeah
Go to New York, french kiss my babe, yeah
All I gotta say, gotta say
Ain't no nigga in our way (no, no, no, no)
Ain't no bitch up in our way (no, no, no, no)
Only money up in the way
Cartier all on my face
Lil' bitch, now pop a pill
[Chorus]
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don't call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin' so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah

[Verse 2]
Getting all this dough and I spend it my way
I got all these hoes, they don't get in my way
Get out, get out my face
Most of these niggas they tellin'
All of these niggas they tellin'
Most of these niggas they rats
Turning my niggas to felons
I might pull out the big choppa
That shit sound like a propeller
Backwood, backwood, I don't want no cigarella
I used to smoke on a Swisha
Damn, I can't believe you just kissed her
I put my dick where you kissed her
Pussy so open, I fist her
These are not Jordans, these Visvims
She gave me that pussy, she friendly
I'm pulling right off in a Bentley (Skrtt)
[Chorus]
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don't call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin' so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah
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Neck on Froze*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
I know something that you don't know, go straight to the money, oh oh
I don't want that trash bitch stack that big faced hundred, oh oh
That bitch that you wifin', I knew that she fucking for money, oh oh
I know I was nothing, I turned into something
Lil' nigga, I know, I know

[Verse 1]
That girl out to get me sleep, with one eye closed (I know)
Saint Laurent on my clothes, don't you see my toes (Woah)
Ooh, neck on froze (Huh huh)
South Pole (Aye)
Got a girl in the North Pole (Pole)
I know, cash froze (Phew)
Made that girl drop it on the floor, in the business with my cash flow (flow)
Cause I never reached my goal (goal)
One thing that I know (I know what you really like)
I know you like that (Ah, ah)

[Hook]
I know, I know (I know what you really like)
I know, I know
I know, I know (I know what you really like)
I know, what you want, I know
Well not for long, I know
Girl this your song, I know
Turn up all night long, I know
I know, I know
Ain't shit changed, I know
That money ain't a thang, I know
I know, I be switching through lanes, I know
Them disses in the past, I know
Not blind for fame, I know
Go straight through the hate, I know
Go straight to the cake, I know
[Verse 2]
Said it everyday should have worn my chain (Yeah)
Knew I was the one, yeah I was the one
Yeah I was the one, yeah
I am not one to wait
So you gotta say when you ready
You know disloyalty, so tell me when we go steady
I know a thing wait
Run along
Better get her tool back
Oh I know that boy, he ain't got his shootas
Ice game on Mike Tyson, uh
All my diamonds blue, black
I know what you really like
I know that you're not a dyke
I told that girl spend the night
I told that girl feel your pride
I know that you in disguise because the clothes, they not tight
I know what you really like
I know what you really like
Hey!

[Hook]
I know, I know (I know what you really like)
I know, I know
I know, I know (I know what you really like)
I know what you want
I know, well not for long
I know, girl this your song
I know, turn up all night long
I know, I know ooh
Ain't shit changed
I know, that money ain't a thang
I know, I be switching through lanes
I know, them disses in the past
I know, not blind for fame
I know, go straight through hate
I know, go straight to the cake
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Motorola[Intro]
Let me count up the rolls (Woo)
(This beat is so, so Metro)
(Uh)
Yeah
Metro, Metro!
What up, Metro?
Count that, count that, count that
(Metro Boomin, want some more, nigga)
My trap game so serious, my trap game so serious
My trap game so serious, my trap game so serious
My trap game so serious, my trap game so serious (Trap, trap)
Countin' all the money
Lookin' down at me, nigga ridin' in a 'Mera

[Chorus]
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious (Woo, damn)
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious (Trap, trap)
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious (Trap, trap)
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious (Yeah, yeah)
Motorola, it be goin' *beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* (What?)
Motorola, it be goin' *beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* (Work, work)
Motorola, it be goin' *beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep*
[Verse]
My grandma was sleepin'
I was in the kitchen tryna whip up that *beep* (Chee, chee)
I ain't with the nose candy
But my bitch Jeepin', sniffin' the seat (The seat, the seat)
Stackin' that to the O to the K, straight poppin' E
I am a user and I am a seller, bitch, I am a beast
Just prepared for the whole town
My block gonna eat (My block, my block)
You pull up, car pimpin' now?
Buy my straight cash, bitch, you got a lease (Yeah)
Every blue hundred I've been on since I made Uzi
Was actually four hundred (Four hundred)
My pockets is big just like a Hummer H3
I mean an H1
Fuck is you broke, your cake down? (Cake)
Hundred thousand, what you say, son
My money older than Raekwon
Might light up the block like Akon
My bitch old, she grew up on Sega
If I'm in New York, I'm trappin', I'm trappin'
I'm trappin' straight out the bodega
Talkin' shit, I might just fade ya (Fade ya)
I am blacker than a raider (Raider)
Movin' that work in Toledo
She got the work in her anus (Anus)
No comprende, she speakin' Spanish
(Bow-bow, gang, gang, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She love a nigga cause I'm famous (Woo, yeah)
[Chorus]
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious (Yeah, yeah)
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious
My trap game so serious
Motorola, it be goin' *beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep*
Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep*

[Skit]
What up, bro?
I need to cop the whole thing with it
Get out of here, shit
Huh? Who that?
Who that? Who them niggas?
Wait, what the fuck?
Oh shit!
[Outro]
Damn, a nigga tryna murk me for the work (For the work)
But I'm still here, fucknigga, ain't even work (Ain't even work)
Damn, a nigga tryna murk me for the work (For the work)
But I'm still here, fucknigga, it ain't even work (It ain't even work)
Now my goon-ass hitters gonna lurk (Gonna lurk)
FN, MAC-10 put you in the dirt (Yeah, yeah)
You in the dirt (You in the dirt)
Blat! Gra-ta-pa-ta-pa!
Bang-bang-boom-blat-ha-boom!
Brrat-blat!
Pow-boom-blat-bang!
Bang-bang-boom-pow!
Yeah
(Uh, uh)
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Stay[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Got me in this bitch, yeah, ayy
Tell Lil Uzi, I look like I'm fetti in this motherfucker
Ayy, That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw
Ayy, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell her I love but she don't believe me (Ayy, damn, ayy)
And know I'm gon' cuff her but she don't believe me (Yeah, woah)
And I got caught with her cousin, but she still not leave me (Damn, yeah)
If I get caught with the work, I know she there to catch me (Ayy, yeah)

[Chorus]
No matter what, I know she gonna stay
She gonna stay
Really ain't nothin' bout that you can say
Like what you gon' say (Oh)
Niggas just doin' the most (Ayy)
Baby just doin' the most (Ayy)
Niggas is doin' the most (Ayy)
Treating her like she my woe (My woes)

[Verse]
I had that girl for a long time (Yeah)
But I treat her like my new thing (Yeah)
That's because you was my boo thang (Yeah)
What would you do for that putang
What would you do for them new shoes?
What would you do with that new ring?
What would you do for that blue ring?
Ain't have to do nothin' but I'm just sayin'
Your bitch all on my dick 'cause she a fan
I am so high 'cause i just popped a Xan'
That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw
You know I'm high and I really can't land (Woo)
You know I'm high and the king of the land
Told that bitch get on my pocket, got dollars
I will never ever talk to your honor (Yeah)
Told that bitch bite on my dick like piranha (Yeah)
Told your bitch "Eat me up like Benihanas"
Eating steak and lobster, no more McDonald's
Don't want that bitch, she a duck just like Donald
All under me, like Lil Uzi her father
That bitch got crystal, that water, that agua (Agua)
That bitch on me and she don't got no mileage
That's why I love her, she don't got no mileage (Mileage)
Nobody never can say nothin' about her
It is 600 but I don't care about her (Ayy)
[Outro]
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Michael Jordan[Intro]
Cake-cake-cake
Huh, huh, yeah
Can't rap, Lil Uzi, think I suck
I sing in the trap

[Hook]
I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan)
I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan)
I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan)
Michael Jordan (what I can't do?)
I'm Jordan (Yeah)
I'm Jordan
I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan)
Michael Jordan (I'm the GOAT)

[Verse]
Yeah I'm gettin' money
Yeah I'm gettin' money fuck nigga how could you tell
I get' my drugs in the mail
I make it rain, grab a pail
I got more bills than the mail
Opposite of a female
On the table got three pills
Baow-baow-baow, I'm the three shells
My bread is older, it's stale
Nigga hate on me, oh well
Leave they ass salty like snails
Vegan bitch only eat kale
The carnivore in the tale
I'm runnin' the game and you should deffo do the same
I am ahead of the trail
Yes I do fuck with Young Thugger
I smell good, this YSL
Slatt, slatt, slatt like YSL
Blat-blat-blat like YSL
I got bars not seen in jail
Xanny bars keep me so still
Whats crackin' to my cousin Sia?
My nigga leggin' K styles they oh so for real
I'm not set trippin' I just keep it trill
I'ma keep countin' this money, money, um, till I count up to a mil
Eatin' pussy, that's the meal
You play with yourself until your arm strong just like Neil
I'm the greatest
[Hook]
I'm Jordan
I'm Jordan (Michael fuckin' Jordan)
I'm Jordan
Michael Jordan (what I can't do?)
I'm Jordan (Yeah)
I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan)
I'm Jordan
Michael Jordan (I'm the GOAT)
Yeah

[Outro]
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Outta Nowhere[Chorus]
Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me
Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me
Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me
Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me
Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me
Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me
Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me
Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me

[Verse 1]
Passin' that bitch, I recycle that bitch and I fuck her again
Yah, stackin' my money, payback on my money, I go for the win
Yah, gettin' my money, got blue face for the hundred
Put dick in her tummy, that bitch all up on me
Put dick in her throat, make that bitch wanna vomit
Doin' the most, seven thousand my coat
That drum on my gun and that bitch not a Tommy
I might catch a homi right over this hottie
She got that whoadie, I fuck that bitch on my bed
She leave my sheets on the side, she know I'm black
But she look me in my eye, and that lil' bitch call me papi
You left the store, but they would not just admit it, the only nigga wanna top me
Told that lil' bitch that I stopped goin' to the gym cause my pockets so stocky
Thumbin' and fuckin', thumbin' and thumbin' and fuckin'
Yeah you know that be my hobby
Put dick in that girl, she got that turkey, I beat up the stuffing
Hold up, shh, change the subject, if you know it ain't really bout the money
[Chorus]
Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me
Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me
Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me
Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me
Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me
Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me
Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me
Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me
Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me
Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me
Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me
Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me
Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me
Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me
Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Huh Boy[Intro]
Fukk 12
DP on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What? Yeah (Huh?)
I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it)
You got that money, you broke (No)
My handgun don't got a holster (Bah)
All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah)
Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh)
Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?)
Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off), ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
In the back, car got the motor, ayy
My girl never drops her focus (Yeah), ayy
I get that bitch in my Lotus, ayy
She fuck with me in a mobile, ayy
Get this money by myself, yeah
Counting hundreds by myself, yeah
Counting all these commas, spending all these commas
Rich nigga wealth, yeah
Little bitch, I'm your dad, yeah (Huh?)
Spending all this fucking cash, yeah
Rob a nigga with no mask, yeah
Run away and then I dab, yeah
I understand that shit is Margiela
But I had that shit last year (Yeah)
Young nigga on some Raf shit (Huh?)
Rock Supreme with the Thrasher (Yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What? Yeah (Huh?)
I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it)
You got that money, you broke (No)
My handgun don't got a holster (Bah)
All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah)
Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh)
Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?)
Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off)
What? Yeah (Huh?)
I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it)
You got that money, you broke (No)
My handgun don't got a holster (Bah)
All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah)
Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh)
Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?)
Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off)

[Verse 2: Ali]
I do not really have friends
Strapped the fool Quez, that's my kin
Driver pull up in that Benz
She pulling up with her friends
Twenty bitches coming over
Twenty thousand in a coaster
Make it clap like a nola
Make it shake like a motor
Say she in love with a nigga
Say she in love with the life
I ain't been home in a minute
And yes, she be getting me right
Say she really want a sentence
My young niggas got plenty
Hundred thousand in the skinnies
Fishtailing out of Denny's
We gonna book you a day
I get the money, escape
You know the windbreaker is Bape
You know I Louis the drapes
Hustle brand new, ain't got plates
Call up Michelle for a plate
Make me the strip, wanna stay
You know that I got the cake
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What? Yeah (Huh?)
I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it)
You got that money, you broke (No)
My handgun don't got a holster (Bah)
All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah)
Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh)
Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?)
Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off)
What? Yeah (Huh?)
I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it)
You got that money, you broke (No)
My handgun don't got a holster (Bah)
All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah)
Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh)
Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?)
Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off)

[Verse 3: Black Boe]
Gun on my boat like I'm Mystikal (Whoa)
Bitches be broke, then you pitiful (Get out)
My watch is Sonny like Digital (Woo)
Bitches be broke, we ain't hearing you
I got that bank and I show it (Show it)
Walk in the bank and they know me (They know me)
Might cop a tank with a Rollie (Whoa)
Might cop a tank with a Rollie, yeah
What? (What?), yeah (Yeah)
Nigga, do not run up on me (No)
I got that llama up on me (Woo)
Then we gon' come for your homies
That nigga talked to the police (What he say?)
Telling a nigga description (Damn)
Said that a nigga was fly as a bitch
And they was taking his picture (Woo)
And the jewelry all gold, yeah (Gold)
And he pull up with his woes, yeah (Woes)
V.I.P. full of hoes, yeah
Baby playing with her nose, yeah
I'm the type to put a bitch to work
You the type to go up in her purse
Me and Uzi Vert in the vert
Me and Uzi Vert in the vert
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What? Yeah (Huh?)
I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it)
You got that money, you broke (No)
My handgun don't got a holster (Bah)
All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah)
Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh)
Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?)
Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off)
What? Yeah (Huh?)
I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it)
You got that money, you broke (No)
My handgun don't got a holster (Bah)
All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah)
Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh)
Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?)
Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy
Fukk 12
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Real Rap*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
Ballin' 'til I'm bald, wipe that Nair off
You ain't know I could put words together, tried to spare y'all
We ain't scared, young niggas in area
My cousin, he ready and he cannot wipe a tear off
If you ain't with it then why you here, though?
Shakin' like you scared though
All that courage stuff so cowardly just like a scared dog
Fuck, you gon' swing or we just gon' have a stare off?
My new girl allergic to fur leather in the winter
My new girl allergic to fur, cat ain't got no hair though
Yeah, and that's something that I had to share though
But I know you do not care though
And my Raf is an oldie so I'm living super rare though
My Vlone from 2013, this shit might tear though, yeah
They say, "Uzi, why you turned up?"
This that, "Let me sit the chair" though2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hours Minutes Seconds[Intro]
Brrt, hello
And I called your phone a hundred times before I even came to this conclusion
And you think I don't understand, but
I'm on a whole 'nother level, you the one that really don't understand
Nothing that I got going on

[Verse 1]
I don't have time for none of these games
Don't understand why you wanna keep playing
I got lots of war wounds and a lot of stains
And in my three years, a whole lot done changed
And in these three years, a whole of pain
I looked at my shirt, had a whole lot of stains
They tried to jack me, don't know where it came
Dracula niggas tryna usе they fangs
In my three years, met a wholе lotta lames
I met some good people, forgot all they names
And my girl like a Backwood that come with the veins
I don't really want it but I can't explain
I go to the back of this girl and I can't lose my pace
Vibration always be breaking the vase
She unbuckle my BB like I'm Lil Wayne
Her bandana tied just to keep her hair laid
And my bandana tied 'cause you know what I bang
Bandana santana, I can't feel my face
I close my eyes, close my hands, pardon my face
But you know Uzi not talking T. D. Jakes
I told the jeweler don't flood out the face (At all)
Factory time when I look at the date
Okay, you gotta go, gotta get out my place
No, I don't save, I don't save, got no cape
[Chorus]
And I was never finished, I just need a second
I was never finished, I just need a second (One second)
Yes, I called your phone, I even left a message (Hello)
Girl, let's work it out (Yeah), call it calisthenics
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Oh, you don't know what it means to me, no, no (What it means)
She keep trying to leave me, no, no (Don't go)
Had to get up on my feet, let's go (Let's go)
Oh (Yeah)
She don't know what she mean, she don't know what she mean (At all)
She don't know she a queen, she don't know she a queen (Wow)
I love when you stay, I hate when you leave
That girl, she lied just straight to my face
In twenty-two hours I finished the case
No, don't switch up, better stay in your lane
She took a sword right through my heart, penetrate
I'm the one that deserve a new upgrade
If I don't get it, I'm all on my own
I took her to dinner, want shrimp with no steak
I couldn't find it, they call them shits prawns
Only vane vines I knew you too long
Now what is the problem? Girl, what is you on?
Made her fall in love with the scent on my cologne
On the flights, you keep calling, it's different time-zones
Yes, my buzz got ginormous and this girl I know
I do not know what's right, don't know what's wrong
And I got her wet, I need to get a boat
That's with my voice when I'm laying these songs
And I came too strong (Too strong, strong)
And I came too strong (Strong, strong, I did)
And I came too strong (Next time I know), yeah
And I came too strong (Let's go)
[Chorus]
I was never finished, I just need a second (Woo)
I was never finished (Ayy), I just need a second (Yeah)
Yes, I called your phone, I even left a message (Hello)
Girl, let's work it out (Yeah), call it calisthenics
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Walking Around with a Bank[Intro]
(Cardo got wings)

[Pre-Chorus]
Talkin' that shit, catch a fade (Fade)
Takin' these Xans, I'ma fade (Fade)
I got the drip with the fade (Yeah)
Don't wanna fuck, that bitch fake (Yeah)
Talkin' that shit, catch a fade (Yeah)
Takin' these Xans, I'ma fade (Yeah)
I got the drip with the fade (Yeah)
Don't wanna fuck, that bitch fake (Shit)

[Chorus]
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank

[Verse]
Cartier all on my face (Yeah)
Jump in a 'Rari, let's race (Skrrt)
Told that bitch, "Get out my face" (Yeah)
She put her bag right at my waist (Uh)
Now I know what the bitch think (Yeah)
Kill a nigga, leave the scene (Kill him)
I'm in her mouth, Listerine
Yeah my new whip it be cream
And the inside tangerine
Orange, just like Mandarin
Talking shit I'm spraying him
Probably with that F and N
You wearing them Girbaud jeans
I'm wearing Balmain jeans
I'm doing Balmain things
Got you some Balmain jeans
Boy them shits fake, calling them Falmain jeans
The money callin me
The money stalkin me
The money talk to me
The money walk with me
I'm doing ballin things
I'm doing ballin things
[Pre-Chorus]
Talkin' that shit, catch a fade (Fade)
Takin' these Xans, I'ma fade (Fade)
I got the drip with the fade (Yeah)
Don't wanna fuck, that bitch face (Yeah)
Talkin' that shit, catch a fade (Yeah)
Takin' these Xans, I'ma fade (Yeah)
I got the drips with the fade (Yeah)
Don't wanna fuck, that bitch fake (Shit)

[Chorus]
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Sorry (The Real Uzi)[Intro]
Yeah
Count that money

[Chorus]
I bet you are my lover
Had to cut her off I'm sorry
And you know I couldnn't trust her
Tell that bitch don't call me
Hunnit bands on me I'm sorry
And I'm off that lean I'm sorry
And I'm bout to get that 'Rari
So tell that bitch I'm sorry

[Verse 1]
Now I'm gettin' money
Sure that bitch gone call me
But back when I was fucked up
I said that bitch yeah she ain't call me
So I ain't worry bout a hoe
Ever since I got my bands up
And if you talking bout my bands bruh
I swear that you would get blamed up
Yea we just goin' crazy
And my niggas yea they soldiers
A nigga thought he told ya
FN57 wit no holster
I would pop a nigga and show ya
I been gettin' money thought I rolled up
Yeah I need the 'Rari it's so new bruh
And I don't know the name
Nigga I don't know the name
But a nigga livin' life...
[Chorus]
I bet you are my lover
Bout' to cut her off I'm sorry
And you know I couldn't trust her
Tell that bitch don't call me
Hunnit bands on me I'm sorry
And I'm off that lean I'm sorry
And I'm bout to get that 'Rari
So tell that bitch I'm sorry

[Verse 2]
Sorry girl, I'm so sorry
I'm counting bands yea I told you I'm so sorry
I got that money, for that I'm sorry
Now what you got broke boy I'm sorry
We got everything, that you want
We fucked them bitches up yeah and I can't front
Yea we got it all in nigga
I'm flexin', I'm flexin', Finessin'!
I said that I'm so sorry for everything that you couldn't do but I put in for
I am so sorry, that ya bitch done left and she fuckin' with a rich boy

[Interlude]
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
Said I'm so sorry, yeah I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
Said I'm so sorry, yeah I'm so sorry
[Chorus]
I bet you are my lover
Bout' to cut her off I'm sorry
And you know I couldn't trust her
Tell that bitch don't call me
Hunnit bands on me I'm sorry
And I'm off that lean I'm sorry
And I'm bout to get that 'Rari
So tell that bitch I'm sorry

[Outro]
I'm definitely not sorry!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nonsense[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Uzi Vert]
Got a new bitch and she my new favorite lightskin, yeah
Let's go, Lil Uzi Vert, yeah
Got a new bitch and she my new favorite lightskin, yeah
Whoa
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, your bitch, she all up on my body
That's because she 'posed to (Let's go)
My ear, my wrist, neck froze too
These bitches changing, not the old you (Uh)
Never ever will I owe you
I'm stackin' back-ends from the floor, roof (Floor)
Lamborghini, it got no roof (Skrrt)
She suck it up, she got no tooth
My boys pull up, they got more tools
Got the Glocky with the flow flutes (Bah)
Opposition screaming "Don't shoot"
I'm so icy, I need snow boots
Said my chain hang like a rosary
And my seats made of ostrich
I'ma pull up in some hot shit
When you say, "New York" think of High Bridge, uh
My BMW a hybrid
You know that I'm never falling off so a young nigga gon' die lit
And we got them Patek, Rollies, everything timeless (Yeah)
Got a new plain Jane, costs way more than your diamonds, uh
[Bridge: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Uzi Vert]
I got a new big face, I can't even tell the timing
Got a new bitch, that's my new favorite lightskin, yeah
I'm in my bag, I been like this since I was 5, 6, yeah
Uzi 5' 4", I got the 9 on me, nigga, talk nonsense, yeah (Whoa)
Uzi 5' 4", I got the 9 on me, nigga, talk nonsense now
I seen your lil' comments on Instagram
Nigga go and talk shit now (Whoa)
I seen you up in person, seen you gettin' nervous
Got a lil' nauseous
Seen you up in person, got a lil' nervous
Got a lil' nauseous, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Took her to the top of my penthouse at the Ritz Carlton
Pulled up in a double R, all my haters had to walk in (Uh)
Speaking of a double R, rockin' Rick and Raf, bitch, I'm saucin' (Yeah)
And I do it often, be this way 'til the coffin
New Lamb', two-door (Skrrt)
Make a bitch wanna crawl in (Uh, yeah)
I just got it, I'm still ballin'
At the light, I'ma stall it (Yeah)
Now they all wanna notice me
At the night time, man, I'm dark skin (Yeah)
I swear the money keep on callin' (Hello?)
She only with me if we all in, yeah (Yeah)
She only with me if we all in (Woo)
We want Maybachs not a small Benz
I'm in her pussy, I'm exhausted (Uh)
Talkin' Walter White (White)
Know my niggas gonna off him
My whip too big, I can't park it
I'ma be this way to the coffin, yeah
[Outro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
And I'ma be this way until it hit you
I tried to spin the block but I missed you
Yeah, it took a while for me to get you
But you always knew I had trust issues
Girl, you know we got issues
Baby, put the shoe on if it fit you
I got nothin' against you
And if you see me pull up in a Phantom it was never a rental
Oh, you pussy niggas need tampons, I'll bloody your tissue
Don't you put that FN to his head, nah, nigga, shoot through the pillow
And the bullets inside of this handgun, shit, it look like a missileEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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100 Bands in My Pocket*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
Hundred bands in my pocket, aye
Hundred bands in my pocket, aye
Gucci snake my collar, sike
Too many niggas got 'em, aye
Hundred bands in my pocket, aye
Hundred bands on my collar, aye
She only want me cause that dollar, aye
Make her chew and swallow, aye
Hit em with it, Hit em with it Hallow, aye
Knock his head off, sleepy hollow, aye
Yeah, watch you kiss that girl she ain't giving up neck, aye
No you can't hit my blunt, cause I heard you got that strep, aye
Pull up, bring that Lam, told them Ion want no 'Vets, yeah
Dribble it, drive that row Gucci link on my neck, yeah

[Bridge]
Ooh, I just made me 50 bands yeah
Ooh well I had 50 bands ooh
Count it up, bitch that's a hundred bands yeah
Counting it up, ooh that's a hundred bands yeah

[Chorus]
Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh
Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh
Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh
Can't fit in my wallet, ooh
Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh
Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh
I'm tired of counting
Hundred bands all in my pocket, yeah
Yeah, hundred bands all in my pocket, aye
Hundred bands in my pocket, ayeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dej Loaf[Produced by Hydro Beatz]

[Intro]
I-I ain't never been there
I think I'ma take a trip to Detroit

[Hook]
Ran through two bottles, Belaire
I ain't got no time to just toast
Might hit your girl from the rear
Matter fact I want that throat
Everything I got on rare
It come my way off the boat
No I do not know that girl
But I'm in love with Dej Loaf
Somebody bring me Dej Loaf
Somebody bring me Dej Loaf
I gotta find me Dej Loaf
I am in love with um, Dej Loaf
Somebody bring me Dej Loaf
Somebody bring me Dej Loaf
I gotta find me Dej Loaf
I am in love with Dej Loaf

[Verse 1]
I never been to Detroit
Think I might go to Detroit
Everywhere Lil Uzi go
You know I'm making the noise
Bitch I don't know bout your girl
But Imma get straight to the point
I wanna be in her world, Lil Uzi collecting coins
I am the Balmain bandit
You is the fur fanatic
Girl I will let you Try Me
But you might take some damage
I am the Balmain bandit
You is the fur fanatic
Girl I might let you Try Me
But you might take some damage
Lil Uzi he be chillin
Countin money in a hammock
Told ya girl that I just killed it
Yeah she feel me cause I'm handsome
Young nigga going like Rampage
Young nigga going like Rambo
Young nigga early, you flat out
Chill like a motherfucking ?
I want your girl outta my way
I told her get out my way
I gotta find me Dej Loaf
Figure out right where she stay
Cause when I get me Dej Loaf
She gonna stay where I stay
And when I count them digits
Me, you and Hennessy
[Hook]
Running through bottles, Belaire
I ain't got no time to just toast
Might hit your girl from the rear
Matter fact I want that throat
Everything I got on rare
It come away off the boat
No I do not know that girl
But I'm in love with Dej Loaf
Somebody find me Dej Loaf
Somebody find me Dej Loaf
I gotta find me Dej Loaf
I am in love with Dej Loaf
Somebody find me Dej Loaf
Somebody find me Dej Loaf
I gotta find me Dej Loaf
I am in love with Dej Loaf

[Verse 2]
All the confetti, I'm partyin'
I need the dough and some Cartier
I've been getting all this money here
Told your bitch that it'll be my year
Lil Uzi he be whippin it
Lil Uzi he be sippin it
Lil Uzi he be geekin-geekin
Pop a Xan-Xan now I'm trippin bitch
I've been driving around a Rari n'em
I might drive around in Lambo
Told a bitch that I might kill this shit
Told a bitch that I be feelin shit
Told a bitch smoke out a Trippy Stick
Told a bitch smoke out this trippy dick
I been just whippin and whippin it
I just been flippin and flippin it
And girl tell me is you ?
Is you ?
Yeah I got aim with the silencer
Yeah I'm not missing, no misses
Hit a nigga with a silencer
Tell that nigga I'm the challenger
Tell that nigga I'mma kill shit
Don yeah, fucking king, bitch
Money coming and go
Nigga ran in the snow
Getting these diamonds, that fro
Young bitch ? that fro
She on the dick and I know (Ay)
That bitch just said she a ho (Ay)
That bitch she get it where she go (Ay)
Hop on my dick like Polo
[Hook]
Running through bottles, Belaire
I ain't got no time to just toast
Might hit your girl from the rear
Matter fact I want that throat
Everything I got on rare
It come away off the boat
No I do not know that girl
But I'm in love with Dej Loaf
Somebody find me Dej Loaf
Somebody find me Dej Loaf
I gotta find me Dej Loaf
I am in love with Dej Loaf
Somebody find me Dej Loaf
Somebody find me Dej Loaf
I gotta find me Dej Loaf
I am in love with Dej Loaf5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Scarecrow*Lyrics from Snippet

She know that I've been playin' and gettin' guap (Guap)
The one I want, that redbone, red toe (Toe)
But I must confess it one time and go (Go)
They're all birds to me and I'm that scarecrow7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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It’s Going Down*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
I was at the bottom of the barrel and now I'm at the top (Let's go)
I cannot stop (Can't stop)
I saw my opps (My opps)
Grab the mob (The mob)
Meet me at the trap (Yeah)
But I am no Yung Joc but it's going down
It's going down
It's going down
It's going down
I was on the drugs all night
I was on the drugs all night
I was on caution zones
Now my pockets goin alright

[Verse 1]
I had to go get the guap
I had to go get the bands
I had to go get the money
Ran as fast as I can
Spent 200 on an Audi
Spent 200 on a Lamb
Peanut butter all on my seats
Got a Glock so I can’t get jammed
SRT on your Jeep
You need to get it fast
I pulled up in a URUS
Your bitch couldn’t give a damn
She said “Uzi I’m yours”2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dope[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, dope
Oh, dope
Oh, dope
(That be Maaly Raw)
Hey, Maaly, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Smokin' on that good til I can't breathe
I just filled my mouth up with gold like some D's
I whipped it out, she suck on me and Uzi
Yeah, she my whoadie til I leave
I put my dope inside a backwood, yeah a leaf
I put that hole right in her crack and she a G
Yeah, he the one who put them diamonds in his teeth
Like, aye, bawawa

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, gettin' all this money I can't die
Yeah, gettin' all this money I can't die
Yeah, I know why that money multiply
Yeah, tell that bitch look at my face
Yeah, Fendi'd down all on my face
Yeah, hold up baby got cake
Aye, ask her how much does she weigh
Yeah, hold up, this send away
Yeah, only money in the way
Yeah, I do not care
Yeah, put that bleach all in my hair
Yeah, my girl she don't got no hair
Yeah, cause she only use that Nair
Yeah, feel like Ric Flair, when I walk in with the roll
Told that bitch open her mouth, yea, I put my dick in her throat
When I see me, better pay me for a show, yeah
Never put trust in a ho, yeah
Number one, we're stacking dough, yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Smokin' on that good til I can't breathe
I just filled my mouth up with gold like some teeth
I whipped it out, she suck on me and Uzi
Yeah, she my whoadie til I leave
I put my dope inside a backwood, yeah a leaf
I put that hole right in her crack and she a G
Yeah, he the one that put them diamonds in his teeth
Like, aye, bawawa

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Smokin' on that good til I can't breathe
I just filled my mouth up with gold like some D's
I whipped it out, she suck on me and Uzi
Yeah, she my whoadie til I leave
I put my dope inside a backwood, yeah a leaf
I put that hole right in her crack and she a G
Yeah, he the one who put them diamonds in his teeth
Like, aye, bawawa52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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White Lie[Chorus]
I can't really give you no advice
But don't follow that white lie
Yeah, don't follow that white lie
Yeah, don't follow that white lie
Yeah, don't follow that white lie
Yeah, don't follow that white lie
Yeah, I can't really give you no advice
But don't follow that white lie

[Verse]
'Member high school, I liked Ashley
But I really was in love with Tara Jean
Nowadays, I'm in love with Brittany, ay
She's a rock-star, ay
So she understands ay
She say I'm her man
My chemical romance, my
My chemical romance, my
My chemical romance, my
My chemical romance, my
Yeah, stick it right inside
Hit it from the side
Doors on suicide
Call her cellular
Nothin' regular
Gettin' what she wants
Not a settler
[Chorus]
I can't really give you no advice
But don't follow that white lie
Yeah, don't follow that white lie
Yeah, don't follow that white lie
Yeah, don't follow that white lie
Yeah, don't follow that white lie
Yeah, I can't really give you no advice
But don't follow that white lieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Blade[Intro]
Bling blaow, bling blaow (Bling blaow)
Bling blaow, bling blaow (Bling blaow)
Bling blaow, bling blaow (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

[Verse]
"How come all your jewelry always shinin'?"
That’s because these is real diamonds
Say you gettin' guap, boy, you be lyin'
I’m a Leo, I'm a lion
I put water on my chain so I'm glidin'
If it's not designer, we won't buy it
If I stand on my money, I'm like 9'6"
I just copped the ’Rari, I can’t drive it (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
I just copped the 'Rari, I can’t drive it
Paid four hundred just to sit inside it
I just took a thirty on the night-shift
I got shooters lurkin' on the night-shift
Okay, uh, get that check, uh, yeah
All blue backs, uh, yeah
Spend them racks, uh, yeah
Get it back, uh, yeah
Count that check, uh, yeah
Can't relax, uh, yeah
Big Maybach, yeah, drop the debt, yeah
Buy one more, uh, yeah
Stomach hurt, uh, yeah
Why you itchin'? Uh, yeah
Glock extended, uh, yeah
This a business, uh, yeah
Mind your business, uh, yeah
Like, this a Birkin, uh, yeah
Not no Benny, uh
Bentley, not no Benny, rest in peace to Benny
Rest in peace to Chico, see me, other man on the front, another Benji
I can make hundred million, in a hundred minutes
I can show you how to dress, Chrome Hearts, yeah, way I’m drippin'
Way I'm drippin', bitch, I'm ballin' like the Pistons (Like the Pistons)
In your crib, fuck your misses, with my pistol
Hit that bitch so hard that I blow out her pistons
Man, I ain't trippin', this is real shit, not that written
Okay, long board, move with my weapon
Everything I do lethal
Whip it up in that kitchen, baby, like a chef, no bishop
Heat it up, eat it up, baby
On the table, do the deep-throat
We got cutlets in our chain, babe, Pharrell, Nigo
I wanna see her chest, I might wear your T-shirt
Babe, I had to do my research, I had you at senior
And you heard that I'm a baller, you know I don't bend her
You know we drive in big foreigns, we don't want no Bimmers
You know that I don't want that watch, if it don't got no face
AP fully loaded, with that glass, look like a vase, uh (Skrr)
Got the Promethazine on a vessel, it look like a grape, wait
I don't even want that girl, then she come to me, no waste
I was overseas eatin' croissants and the crepes
Diamonds all up in my face
"Lil Uzi, what you spend today?" (Yeah)
I'm rocking Off-White and I'll fuck your bae
Yeah, my shoelace say "Shoelace" (Okay)
We put the Molly in the lemonade
So we turn that to Minute Maid
I could never take no bands
I work too hard for my cake
I go too hard 'cause I'm real
You keep tryna impress the fake
Try to 'press me, you gon' 'press the fade
Load up my chopper, get hit with the blade
None of these bitches, no, I cannot save
These niggas corny so they in the maize
Listen, I was the one with no cake
Nowadays, hundred-K right out the safe
'Member your girl she was creepin' out late
I fucked your girl in the face, oh, I took your girl on a date
She said I make her feel great
When we talk about you, we don't hate
If you don't like me that's late, uh
If you don't like me that's hate, uh
Diamonds on my neck like a lake, yeah
Diamonds so big like a glacier
Don't got my number out the pages
My new closet, it look so big, it look like a vacant
Had to fill it up with Balmains and you name it
I got extra swag, I got extra famous
This shit happened extra fast, I'm the one that made it
From the projects to a gated
Makin' movies with your girl, and all of them X-rated
[Outro]
To a motherfuckin'-
X-rated2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Untitled Intro*[Intro]
Haters mad bitch
This That
Take your bitch right on a trip
Let her suck right on my dick
Then I bust right on her tits

[Hook]
This That
Take your bitch right on a trip
Let her suck right on my dick
Then I bust right on her tits
30 that's all on my clip
45th right on my hip
Diamonds my hand look like piss
Drinking that xan like its crisp

[Bridge]
Driving the lamb and its tinted
Inside all white like the winter
I was in north in a bentley
I was on xanny and the benny
That's all that I can remember
That's all that I can remember
I was on xanny and the benny
That's all that I can remember
[Verse]
Gave her that wool like a sweater
You a rat like Master Splinter (rat)
You took that bitch out the bender (what)
I play that bitch like Nintendo
My niggas talk to no [?]
Shoot a drive by out the window
My new bitch won't even hit me
But she give me lots of [?]
Pop a nigga like a pimple
Everyday got a new issue
I remember when my life was so simple
Your whole album not better than my damn intro
Choppa my scope can't miss
Moving some shit, got extended clip too
Got that bitch she got a 50
Whatever you pay I pay triple
Me and you got some of the same friends so your own friends probably gon' hit you
Supply my young niggas with missiles
[?]
I ball and I could play for Timber
I fuck your bitch in my Uptempos
I pull out that's all in your dimples
I fuck that bitch right till she crippled

Tits, huh
Tits bitch
[Hook]
This That
Take your bitch right on a trip
Let her suck right on my dick
Then I bust right on her titsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Brokeboy[Intro]
(I'm working on dying)
Broke boy
Hello? Hello? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
I get big guap (Hello?)
That by no choice (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Niggas hatin’ (Yeah)
Man, it's so annoyin' (What?)
I get big guap (Guap)
That’s by no choice
I got big choppers
That make no noise
We get fast guap
Y'all them slow boys
You's a broke boy
I'm a cold boy (Boy)
White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah)
They look like coke, boy
Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You'll get soaked, boy
This a Molly, baby
This ain't Altoid
[Verse 1]
This is not a Porsche, this a Rolls-Royce
Pull up in that new Lamb', cost four Fords (Yeah)
Yeah, big shit that you can’t afford, yeah
Pull up skrrtin’ then I slam my doors
I know that they watchin' me
I know that they watchin’ me
I know that they watchin' me, ooh
I can't make a move
I can't make a move
I can’t make a move
I know that they watchin' me
I know that they watchin' me
I know that they watchin' me, ooh (Yeah)
I can't make a move (Yeah)
I can't make a move (Yeah)
I can't make a move (Yeah, ayy)

[Chorus]
Niggas hatin' (Yeah)
Man, it's so annoyin' (What?)
I get big guap (Guap)
That's by no choice
I got big choppers
That make no noise
We get fast guap
Y'all them slow boys (Hey)
You's a broke boy (Boy)
I'm a cold boy (Boy)
White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah)
They look like coke, boy
Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You'll get soaked, boy (What?)
This a Molly, baby
This ain't Altoid (Fuck it)
[Verse 2]
Girl, you stuck on up
Yeah, you talk too much (Too much)
Never shuttin' up (What?)
She gon' let me fuck
So I butter her up
I don't want the love
So I hit it rough, yeah
Took a hundred shrooms, I was straight to the moon
Pull up in a Doom, yeah, my pockets, it go zoom
Hundred smack-a-roos, I spent that with my goons (Okay, okay)
Four pair of Balmains cost a hundred pack of Trues (Okay)
Diamonds in my molars, I ain't tryna lose a tooth (No)
See me in the bando, know I always got my tool
Know the number one rule that it's really not no rules (Okay)
If she choosin' me I know that lil' bitch choosin' you (Okay)
I was in the Diamond District, bitch, I spent a deuce (Okay)
Went back to the 1600 with all of my jewels (Yeah)
All these cameras on me, would've thought I made the news (Okay)
All this paper on me, would've thought I made the news (Yeah)
Matchin' head to toe, you would've thought I made these shoes (Okay)
These Balenciagas, they ain't comin' out 'til June (Ayy)
I ain't tryna creep, I ain't tryna find no clues (Lil Uzi)
Rather be on stage than to be walkin' in Blues (Lil Uzi)
Bitch in Baton Rouge, she so rude
I can't lose, I'm that dude
Gucci suit, Gucci boots
Gucci coupe, off the goop
Gotta recoupe, need a juice
Shoot the hoop, she so loose
If I hit one gotta hit two
That's my rule, ooh (1600)
[Chorus]
Niggas hatin' (Yeah)
Man, it's so annoyin' (What?)
I get big guap (Guap)
That's by no choice (Choice)
I got big choppers (Yeah)
That make no noise
We get fast guap
Y'all them slow boys
You's a broke boy
I'm a cold boy (Boy)
White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah)
They look like coke, boy
Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You'll get soaked, boy (What?)
This a Molly, baby
This ain't Altoid (Fuck it)

[Outro]
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shinin’*Lyrics from Snippet

I don't walk, I don't talk
Pull up, whip auto-park
Diamond shinin' in the dark
Bitch, I'm sharp like a sharkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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He Did It[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
These mothafuckas just be hating and shit
Thought these mothafuckas was my dawg
These niggas just be hating on me
But you be waiting, on me
Slip up
I got that money!
I got that money!

[Chorus]
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
Drop top foreign
He did it
Fucking foreigns
He did it
Bitch leave in the morning
He did it
I did it
Yeah, I did it
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I did it, like I don't need you
Yeah, I did it, all my money is blue
Yeah, I did it, like I don't know you
Heard I got a ticket, well let me show you
I did it, yeah, I spent it
Yeah, I got a choppa, like a midget
Thought you had to go
Thought that was your ho
Now she at my shows
That's the way it goes
Yeah, that bitch done chose
Taking Xans 'til I'm slow
Yeah

[Chorus]
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
Drop top foreign
He did it
Fucking foreigns
He did it
Bitch leave in the morning
He did it
I did it
Yeah, I did it
[Verse 2]
Yeah, fucked her in the shower
Fucking on yo bitch, I fucked her for a hour
Taking all these drugs, I feel suicidal
Jumping in my car, doors be suicidal (Yeah, yeah)
Leave that nigga dead, yeah that's on arrival (Yeah, yeah)
Your bitch on my dick, yeah that's on arrival (Oh my God)
I shoot hollow tips right at my rivals (Yeah, yeah)
Spike just told me he's in love with kaijus
Who is that? Don't worry 'bout that, ayy
Better get back, 'fore my gun blam, ayy
I did that
Get my money, taxing you like Uncle Sam
How much money is that right there?

[Chorus]
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
He did it
Drop top foreign
He did it
Fucking foreigns
He did it
Bitch leave in the morning
He did it
I did it
Yeah, I did it19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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All My Sins[Pre-Hook]
All these diamonds on me, could bought a Benz
I just fucked your girlfriend and fucked her friends
Gettin' money all the way to the end
Cartier, yeah that's all up on my lens
Went up to the church to wash all my sins
Went up to the preacher, wash all my sins
I pray to my soul to wash all my sins
Just to go wash all my sins

[Hook]
Ayy, just to go wash all my sins
Ayy, my girlfriend, she is a ten
Ayy, her girlfriend, she is a ten
Ayy, let the fuckin' just begin

[Verse]
Woo, I put diamonds on my tooth
Ayy, I got your girl in my coupe
Ayy, she wanna fuck on the crew
Ayy, I let her fuck on the crew
Ayy, baby I'm not cuffin' you
Ayy, baby, I'm just fuckin' you
Ayy, drinkin' the lean, I'm on snooze
Ayy, I am a winner, won't lose
Yeah, I got the paper with you
Cut, you ain't got nothin', you lose
Damn, I mix the VLONE with Balmain
Little bitch I swear you is not my main
Stuck to my dick just like glue
Oh, little bitch, I swear that I be duckin' you
Oh, your clothes so big, that's why she fuckin' Uz
Say that my trousers are too tight
Pussy nigga can't pronounce all my shoes
I've been gettin' bitches since I was ten
I've been gettin' money since I was ten
I've been gettin' fly since I was ten
We own this shit and you still payin' rent
[Pre-Hook]
All these diamonds on me, could bought a Benz
I just fucked your girlfriend and fucked her friends
Gettin' money all the way to the end
Cartier, yeah that's all up on my lens
Went up to the church to wash all my sins
Went up to the preacher, wash all my sins
I pray to my soul to wash all my sins
Just to go wash all my sins

[Hook]
Ayy, just to go wash all my sins
Ayy, my girlfriend, she is a ten
Ayy, her girlfriend, she is a ten
Ayy, let the fuckin' just begin3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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200 My Dash[Intro]
(Damn DJ Plugg, DJ killed it)
(Oh, GT)

[Refrain]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
The Plug

[Chorus]
200 my dash (skrr)
I hope I don't crash (woah)
I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got the cash
I'm flexin' my bag

[Refrain]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Verse 1]
Hold up (what)
My new gun yeah that shit fold up (uh)
Got the chopper with no holster (bah)
That shit might knock on my shoulder (gun sounds)
I start the fan in the colder
Drive in the Lamb not the lotus
Twelve pull up told me to slow up (skrr)
Spin around in with a donut (vroom)
I had your girl I won't hold up (lil uzi)
I found out she no deep throatier (ha)
She suck my dick like a stick (yah)
I told that girl I'm reloaded (damn)
.30 rounds all in my clip (yah)
And my bullets hit like boulders (damn)
Money so thick I can't fold it (can't fold it)
Can't fit in my pockets, so I envelop it (gun sounds)
Double cup I with the potion
Diamonds they hit like the ocean (yah)
Can't read my shirt cause it's Gosha (huh)
Scope got the aim with the ruler (fire)
Swervin' the range that's the Rover (That's fire)
I hit the shot with the floater
I flooded AP, like Rollie (woah)
I got that bread in the toaster (woah)
I got that bread in the toaster (woah)
[Refrain]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
Yeah, huh
200 my dash (skrr)
I hope I don't crash (woah)
I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got that cash
I'm flexin' my bag

[Verse 2]
Don't want no sex you bitch (damn)
She want the neck, you bitch (huh)
You tryna act like you like me (huh)
Just wanna check, you bitch (huh)
Just wanna check, you bitch (huh)
Can't get the check, you bitch (bye)
Pull out a hundred can't give my girl 99 of it I blessed my chick (yeah)
You got your first piece of Rafs (huh), you tryna flex and shit (yeah)
I got so much money boy they be watchin' that I had to rest my drip (yeah)
I had to rest my drip (yeah)
I had to rest my drip (yeah) (hey)
I do not go to the club
My crib where my section is (yeah)
Told her don't call my phone (yeah)
Not with the texting, bitch (hello)
Don't want no messages (yeah)
Feelings ain't catching it (yeah)
Told her you talk too much (yeah)
Baby girl rest your lips (yeah)
Baby girl rest your lips (yeah)
[Refrain]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah woah

[Chorus]
Yeah, 200 my dash (skrr)
I hope I don't crash (woah)
I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got that cash
I'm flexin' my bag (Flex)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Keep Being Me[Intro]
Bugz on the Beat
Extra dough

[Chorus]
Extra dough (Extra dough), hundreds all over the place (Place)
Extra dough (Extra dough), they keep bustin' out the safe (Safe)
Want it now, I was never one to wait (No)
I was never one to hate (Oh yeah)
Spend it all with the gang, ayy
I'ma keep being me (Uh), know I always keep it G (G)
I ain't never want a Jeep (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up Bentley with the B
Pull up Bentley with the B
Bentley truck got no keys
Same goals as me (Yeah, yeah)
Louis V's on the feet

[Verse 1]
I receive all the work, get it cleaned by the first (G, g)
I retreive off the Perc, got the scope, on the lurk (Pew, pew)
Know some boys 730 (Uh), know some boys, say, "It's dirty" (Yeah)
Foreign girl gave rarest
Water on her like a mermaid (Water), I'ma swim in the water (Water)
Rollie bezel, put on quarters (Flash)
Man this shit cost a quarter (Uh)
She gon do what I want (Want), she gon do what I please (Please)
Talk to me on your knees (Knees)
Work my nerves, smoke a p (Oh God)
Tell me girl, what's the fee? (Fee) Cause I want you to leave (Leave)
Tell me girl, what's the fee? (Yeah) Cause I want you to leave (Yeah)
I get off with the beat (Beat), minerals on my teeth (Yeah)
I could never have a seize (Seize), Molly bustin' on her knees (Uh)
Molly bustin' through the squad (Squad) 'cause I gave her to the team
Got addicted to the beans (Yeah), I keep stepping on my jeans
But my jeans feel so clean, McQueen socks on my feet (Yeah)
Don't accept no defeat, kick her out if she teased
[Bridge]
I can only be, as real as I can be (Yeah)
I can feel it in my heart (Heart), I can feel it in my teeth (teeth)
Got addicted to the B, double O to the team (Double O, yeah)
You could die from the greed (Mula), they keep tryna count my cheese
All blue and it's clean, all blue and it's clean (Hey)
Pull up foreign and it's mean
Way back in the Maybach (Way back), inside and it's cream (Yeah)
Japanese roll different, go and put em in the freezer (Freezer)
Bitch I'm talkin' bout my G's, money bustin' out the seams
Life ain't great as it seems (Yeah), triple-triple wit the beam
Bugz on the Beat

[Chorus]
Extra dough (Extra dough), hundreds all over the place (Place)
Extra dough (Extra dough), they keep bustin' out the safe (Safe)
Want it now, I was never one to wait (No)
I was never one to hate (Oh yeah)
Spend it all with the gang, ayy
I'ma keep being me (Uh), know I always keep it G (G)
I ain't never want a Jeep (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up Bentley with the B
Pull up Bentley with the B
Bentley truck got no keys
Same goals as me (Yeah, yeah)
Louis V's on the feet
[Verse 2]
Black diamonds, Ben Wallace (Ayy), blue diamonds like a pistol (Ayy)
Get the money on a mission (Ayy), big chopper, Roy Hibbert (Ayy)
And it came wit' extension (Ayy), like the hair on my bitch (Ayy)
'33 on my Glock (Ayy), yeah I'm walking wit' a pimp and (Yeah)
Yellow diamond like a Simpson (Yeah)
Post a picture on my timeline, and my bro caught her mentions (Uh)

[Outro]
I forgot to mention (Uh)
Didn't have a penny, now my Gucci all in it (Uh-uh)
She cannot see from the Henny, these niggas faker than Henny
You made it this far, you fake from beginning  (Favorite beginner)
Vivid, being rich, responsibility, yeah I feel like Zimmer (Like Zimmer)
My jewelry getting cold, hit like late December (Late December, cold)
My white gold, 925,000 just on silver (Thousand on silver)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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What You Mean*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woo

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Chief Keef]
Tell me what you mean, whoa
Tell me what you mean (Bang-bang-bang)
I can't understand, I was too focused on the green
Shawty, you a dub and I'm too focused on the beans
I remember when she used to play me in my teens
That was way back then when she ain't lookin' for my team
You so out of luck, you better cuff me in your dreams
I'm too focused on the money bustin' out my jeans

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
That's your girl, nigga? I can't tell
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Clout[Intro]
Yea, yea, yea (Skee)
Yea, yea (Lil Uzi)
Yea, yea, yea (Lil Uzi)

[Hook]
Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout)
Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house)
I got this Uzi in my couch (in my couch)
Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out)
Now fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(now what you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you really 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(tell me what you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(yea)

[Verse 1]
You talking shit, this uzi shoot you in your mouth (in your mouth)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout (yea, what you 'bout)
Oh, that's your bitch, she loving me cause I got clout
(I got that clout)
You kiss her lips, where I bust right in her mouth
(All in her mouth)
I'm that nigga, Lil Uzi I'm that nigga (yea, yea)
I'm from the north, but they say I sound from the south
(They do, they do)
Well I got money, what the fuck you talking 'bout
(now what you talkin')
I pay you off, I pay a hit man, take you out (yea, brr)
Bitching, they never stressin' and these bitches be flexin'
And these bitches be stressin' (stressin')
I'm on the beat, I'm jugging that shit
I'm flexing, nigga finessin'
I got your bitch, I might fuck up, But I have to use protection
I shoot you, that be protection
15 and hunnid, nigga you cannot stop us (stop)
Gettin money on your dummies (dummy)
Put my dick right in her tummy (tummy)
I'm whippin' the whip in some onions (onion)
I feel like the shit, I feel like Lil Flipp
I got clover nigga, I'm lucky (I'm lucky, I'm lucky)
(yea, yea)
[Hook]
Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout)
Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house)
I got this Uzi in my couch (All in my couch)
Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out)
Now, fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(What you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(What you really 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(What you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(Fuckboy, Lil Uzi hold up)

[Verse 2]
Got you bitch, on my line
Nigga, I ain't got the time (don't got the time)
And I will bust in your mom
And your bitch suck my dick, so a nigga read her mind
(read her mind)
Gave me brain, I'm so crazy
I Superman in your bitch like Lois Lane (Lois Lane)
She fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
I'm too throwed
I said on Prometh- it got me slow
Yeah, a nigga finesse (finesse)
Your bitch eat my salad dressin' (whoo)
Yeah, nigga test me (nigga testin' me)
Hundred thousand dollars in my checklist (I got money)
Hundred thousand dollar on my necklace (Bitch I'm shinin')
Young nigga, I stay flexin' (I stay flexin')
Hundred thousand in my checklist (I got money)
I said Hundred thousand on my necklace (Yea, yea, yea)
[Hook]
Bitch ass nigga got no clout (I got no clout)
Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house)
I got this Uzi in my couch (Brr)
Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out)
Now, fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you really 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Uzi[Intro]
A nino, there ain't no Uzi, 'cause Uzi doing his thing
I don't know what happened
They tryna kill me, talkin' 'bout I got a hunnid bands
Talk about a hunnid bands, tryna kill me
(G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahahaha)

[Chorus]
Look what the fuck you be startin'
Hunnid bands now Lil Uzi be the target
They ask me am I'm scared: hardly
'Cause my Uzi hold a 100 round cartridge
Look what the fuck you have started
Hunnid bands now Lil Uzi be the target
They ask me am I'm scared: hardly
'Cause my Uzi hold a 100 round cartridge

[Verse 1]
Why ya niggas hatin' on me?
I got Glock, I got a drum on the Tommy
And my boxers be from Tommy
Got your bitch on me, she wanna guard me
She love a nigga 'cause I'm flexin'
Yeah, I flex, yeah I'm flexin', I'm finessin'
I got cash out the honcho
Got your bitch on my dick, plug a honcho
Got that money from Ricardo
I'm plugged up in Columbia with Ricardo
And I met his brother Pablo
I got so much cash, cocaine cargo
You's a hater, your bitch love me
You be hatin' on Lil Uzi, she wanna fuck me
She suck my dick and eat my nut up
Talkin' shit, you catch a hunnid fists of uppercuts
[Chorus]
Look what the fuck you be startin'
Hunnid bands now Lil Uzi be the target
They ask me am I'm scared: hardly
'Cause my uzi hold a 100 round cartridge
Look what the fuck you have started
Hunnid bands now Lil Uzi be the target
They ask me am I'm scared: hardly
'Cause my uzi hold a 100 round cartridge

[Verse 2]
Countin' bands with my eyes closed
I got so much money, count it with my eyes closed
That's ya bitch, but that be my hoe
I make it rain, thunderstorm, grab a poncho
Versace and only Cartier
Got your bitch on my dick you know the problem ya
I'm grilled up like I'm from Texas
Now every bitch you fuck was probably my ex
She love Uzi 'cause he crazy
Spit the Uzi, spit the Uzi, hold 380
90s but like Eddy baby
I fucked so much I got like 80 babies
I whip that shit, yeah I go crazy
I whip the magic in the kitchen with the gravy
In New York, they say I'm wavy
I fucked your bitch, I'm sleepin' now, I'm lazy8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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All Night[Intro]
Yeah
Fucknigga
Bitch nigga
Snitch nigga
(Cardo got wings)
Cardo, Cardo, what up, Cardo?
Ha, rich nigga

[Chorus]
This that bruised up in a bar fight (Yeah)
Fuckin' all on a prostitute like all night (Yeah, all night)
That nigga got shot in the head so all white (Yeah)
I spent thirty-five thousand on Off-White (Virgil)
Look at your bitch on my dick, ooh (All on my dick)
You like my car, right? (Big bank)
I got the sauce, right? (Woo)
She all on my wood like that bitch is a termite (Termite)
Told her nigga that the tables turn, baby (Yeah)
Is it alright?
Does it turn right? (Turn right?)
Oh, if it turns right
Motherfucker eat the curb right (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Bullet eat through you it burn right?
Nigga went left he ain't  earn right
He better than me that's absurd right?
He not a Jr. he the third right?
I really did trap you ain't earn stripes
Don't fuck with rats so I curve mice
Water my necklace I earn ice
Water my digits I put you commission
I got the money yeah that is the mission
I just be whippin' the white in the kitchen
All of these niggas not with it they bitchin'
Most of these niggas out here to be snitchin'
Look at my necklace then look at  my wrist
Now look at my ring Lil Uzi the richest
I'm not on the Yankees I'm not on the Cardinals
I'm not on the White Sox
But I just be pitchin'
I'm smokin' the gas now I'm gon' off the Buddha
These niggas shoot at me I swear they be missin'
I'm beating the pot then I'm beating the pussy
I'm beating the nigga up like I am Sonny Liston
I flex on my exes no I'm not from Texas
But I just be saucin' and drippin'  and drippin'
Saucin' and drippin' and saucin' and drippin'
And saucin' and drippin' and drippin' and drippin' (saucin'!)
[Chorus]
This that bruised up in a bar fight (Yeah)
Fuckin' all on a prostitute like all night (Yeah, all night)
That nigga got shot in the head so all white (Yeah)
I spent thirty-five thousand on Off-White (Virgil)
Look at your bitch on my dick, ooh (All on my dick)
You like my car, right? (Big bank)
I got the sauce, right? (Woo)
She all on my wood like that bitch is a termite (Termite)
Told her nigga that the tables turn, baby (Yeah)
Is it alright?
Does it turn right? (Turn right?)
Oh, if it turns right
Motherfucker eat the curb right (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Used to drink more Fiji water than water
Now I drink more water than Fiji
People like Beanie
Free my lil brother Lil Leafy
Talkin' that shit bake you just like some ziti
I got a cousin named [?], Raheem, Diamond, Khalil, Beanie and Fifty
Back in the days on Leland
Used to smoke on that reggie watch pornos on CD's
All my OG's had TV's in the headrest
You know in the brand new Lexus
I'm on my soap opera shit
I am so young and the restless
Sometimes I feel like I'm Drama
I am so young and I'm reckless
My dad had that motorcycle
Fuckin' up the intersection
He was getting that street money
Getting that shit by the Hefty
Moving that work - it was heavy (moving that work)
He is still here that is a blessing (yeah!)
I am Raf Simons dressing
I am Rick Owens stepping
Bad bitch on Instagram and I hit that direct message
[Chorus]
This that bruised up in a bar fight (Yeah)
Fuckin' all on a prostitute like all night (Yeah, all night)
That nigga got shot in the head so all white (Yeah)
I spent thirty-five thousand on Off-White (Virgil)
Look at your bitch on my dick, ooh (All on my dick)
You like my car, right? (Big bank)
I got the sauce, right? (Woo)
She all on my wood like that bitch is a termite (Termite)
Told her nigga that the tables turn, baby (Yeah)
Is it alright?
Does it turn right? (Turn right?)
Oh, if it turns right
Motherfucker eat the curb right (Yeah)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shot a Movie*[Intro]
Woo
I'm ready
Lil Uzi
Ayy
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

[Chorus]
Whoa
I just shot a movie, whoa
With a groupie, yeah
Xzibit braids, woah
Faded like Boosie, uh
Perc' got me woozy, whoa
Can't talk to [?], no (No)
She never knew me, no
But she scared to lose me, yeah
I'm Lil Uzi (Yeah)
I'm super choosy, whoa
My life a movie, yeah
My socks Gucci, yeah
Hit my Balmain like they're Trues, yeah
Kick that bitch out like I'm Bruce Lee
All of my niggas got sumis, yeah
They'll still aim that shit at your goofy, whoa
[Verse]
Had to say stop, pull up before I finish
But I got some shooters, yeah
No Glock, keep them rulers, yeah
No rulers, then use my hands
Bitch-ass nigga tried to run from the gang
Then he get two in his brain
That FN went right through the door
Then it went right through the chair
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Backspace*Lyrics from Snippets

[Verse]
Diamonds on my back, no jewelry on back way
That same time you was flexin' them ones on backpage
And if you already know the answer, then boy don't ask me
Talkin' 'bout you had my girl, nothin' don't pass me, yeah
I was the one that had your girlfriend kickin' it backstage, yeah
I should not have done that, yeah that was a backspace, yeah

[Chorus]
But you know sometimes I'm in a bad space
10 steps ahead, please tell me what's last place?
Hey you ain't sayin-4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fly Hoe[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah  Lil Uzi
Free Gucci

[Verse 1]
In a coupe with a fuckin' 10
Chopper with a motherfuckin' grent
All my young niggas, they hittin' licks
All our handguns come me with them sticks
Diamond Rollie, diamond fist
Don't try boy or you a die boy
Chopper with the clip
I just fucked Keyana told her do not give me lip (no)
Keyana she a bomb bitch, suck my dick and use her lips
I got some fuckin' riders that'll get you fuckin' chipped
Tatted like my idol, livin' by my title
I dress like a punk rock
But tattoos come from the bible (yea)
Cars on suicidal
My bitch tall like a vinyvl, woo
What you sayin' bro, lets fight hoe
In Mexico with the plug eatin' pico de gallo
I got all this money, you ain't fly hoe (no no)
I say I'm so I'm fly hoe
This dick you buy hoe, she pay 500
Ride that dick like bike hoe (yeah)
She say if I pay my money ride like motorcycles
I just pulled up in my Wraith, stuntin' by mistake
Had to go and get that money no I couldn't wait
[Outro]
What you sayin' bro, lets fight hoe
In Mexico with the plug eatin' pico de gallo
I got all this money, you ain't fly hoe (no no)
I say I'm so I'm fly hoe
This dick you buy hoe, she pay 500
Ride that dick like bike hoe (yeah)
Ever since I got my money ride like motorcycles
I just pulled up in my rari stuntin' by mistake
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Pet[Chorus]
He want that bitch (Uh, uh)
I don't want that
Bitch on my dick
'Cause I got racks (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
I count the sack
Walking in Raf
Bitch I'm a dog
But I'm no pet
I need a Vette

[Verse 1]
Swerving that Vette
No Instagram, got a blue check
Don't want to relax
"Did I have sex?"
They on my back
Feel like Mad Max
I fuck that bitch
You want that bitch
I rock the Rick
I got that drip
Copy my style
Copy my fits
Thirty my clip
Thirty my bitch
[Chorus]
He want that bitch (Uh, uh)
I don't want that
Bitch on my dick
'Cause I got racks (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
I count the sack
Walking in Raf
Bitch I'm a dog
But I'm no pet
He want that bitch
I don't want that
Bitch on my dick
'Cause I got racks
I count the sack
Walking in Raf
Bitch I'm a dog
But I'm no pet
I need a Vette

[Verse 2]
Pull up in my whip, my doors are suiciding
I told that girl give me head now I'm a psychic
Everything I say the truth so I can't write it
She keep telling me she through, but no, she like it
Oh no, no she like it in her face
Stone cold, I'ma stun her then walk 'way
V's diamonds in my teeth, they Colgate
Niggas talking, yeah I know that they hate
.357 that shit hold the case
Had your bitch in my crib feeding me grapes
I can't stop, no, soon no-no, can't stop, no, soon, no-no
Got a iced out AP, got a Rollie dipped in gold
Chain got different color VS diamonds in my stones
I might fuck your mother, but I'm sticking to the code
[Chorus]
He want that bitch (Uh, uh)
I don't want that
Bitch on my dick
'Cause I got racks (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
I count the sack
Walking in Raf
Bitch I'm a dog
But I'm no pet
He want that bitch
I don't want that
Bitch on my dick
'Cause I got racks
I count the sack
Walking in Raf
Bitch I'm a dog
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Pressure[Chorus: Lil Durk]
My niggas young and they reckless
How they gon' serve and protect us?
Don't count me in and neglect us
That's why I can turn up off pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
The government lying and people keep dying
A nigga the fuckin' man
I look out my window, I look at the TV
This shit look like a bad dream
I see heroes turnin' enemies
Hero dying in the six
Pull up car next to me
They don't shoot, that's a blessing
But you bet I came with my weapon
But you bet I came with my weapon
They be black on black crimes
But white on black crimes ain't be catchin'
Actually that shit been happening
They be hanging us for centuries
That shit happened from beginning
Hang us straight from the ceiling
That what you call lynching
Keep the 40 with extension
They try to make my race extinct
We ain't goin' without a fight
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
My niggas young and they reckless
How they gon' serve and protect us?
Don't count me in and neglect us
That's why I can turn up off pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm at all my homies funerals and my relatives die of old age
The jack boys is after me, 12 is after me, [?] nowhere is safe
Cops be shootin' up innocents souls
So we ain't got no time to waste
They depended on me, all eyes on me, like I'm finna' win the game
I don't trust none of you niggas, only the family be the gang
All of my niggas got pistols but bullets ain't got no name
If they get you they kill you so we gon' do the same
But they won't get life in prison, only leave without pay
They control population, population away
2-2-3 bullet pistol, obligation okay
Turnin' up for Baltimore
Rest in peace, Freddie Gray

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
My niggas young and they reckless
How they gon' serve and protect us?
Don't count me in and neglect us
That's why I can turn up off pressure
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3D Wrist*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
DP on the beat

[Verse 1]
Gettin' all these hundreds so I count up (Yeah)
Throwin' all this money, yeah, I ran it up (Ran)
Got my confidence 'cause I stacked up (Stacked up)
Yeah I'm talkin' money and it's stacked tall (Ayy)
I'm talkin' Shaq tall
You are not a goon, you're a actor
All these girls around you tryna snap up (Woah)
You're really a clown, that's why I'm laughin' (Haha, hahaha)
I'm the only one that's rappin' (Yeah, yeah)
All my niggas, yeah they really trappin' (Trappin', yeah)
She said that she pregnant, tryna trap me (Tryna trap me, hey)
Try again muhfucka, Michael Blackston (Yeah, yeah)
I was just where my pockets was lackin' (They was lackin')
Now I’m rich and famous, how this happen? (How this happen?)
My mama said, "You can do shit, you did back then" (Huh? What?)
Come on now, lil' boy, now pay your taxes

[Chorus]
I got rich, then I dipped, these niggas switched (Yeah)
3-D my wrist (Yeah), CD my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Bing, blaow, fah, fah, VV my wrist
Mr. Delete Your Bitch, hey
I just got my TEC straight
Got a cooling kit, hey, shoutout to my jefe (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
She mowin' all this money, yeah, ran it up (Ran)
Got my confidence 'cause I stacked up (Stacked up)
Yeah I'm talkin' money and it's stacked tall (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Know you always on my mind (Yeah)
Gotta keep on workin', ain't got time (Ain't got time)
I'm not there at night so you gon' keep on cryin' (Not my problem)
I'm not there at night so you gon' keep on lyin' (Yeah, keep on what? Yeah)
Yeah, and if that's the case (Yeah)
You know I got money, yeah, that way (That way)
Girl, I walk like a pimp with a fish tank
Cannot drive in my whip 'cause it's big bank

[Chorus]
I got rich, then I dipped (Ayy), these niggas switched (Woo)
3D my wrist (Yeah), CD my wrist (Yeah)
Bing, blaow, fah, fah, VV my wrist (Yeah)
Mr. Delete Your Bitch, hey
I just got my TEC straight
Got a cooling kit, hey, ​shoutout to my jefe (Yeah)

[Bridge]
She model for Dior (Yeah), she say, "What your tat say?"
Girl, I say, "VLONE," she say, "What your hat say?"
Girl, it's that cutoff, Virgil keep me that straight
[Chorus]
I got rich, then I dipped, these niggas switched (Yeah)
3D my wrist (Yeah), CD my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Bing, blaow, fah, fah, VV my wrist (Yeah)
Mr. Delete Your Bitch, hey
I just got my TEC straight
Got a cooling kit, hey, ​shoutout to my jefe (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
She mowin' all this money, yeah, ran it up (Ran)
Got my confidence 'cause I stacked up (Stacked up)
Yeah I'm talkin' money and it's stacked tall (Yeah)

[Outro]
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Nothing[Verse 1]
Gotta live like your last, could die today
Called your girl on my phone, came right away
She like boys, she like girls, there's no right of way
Paparazzi always tryna pop at me
So I spent three million for a hideaway
It got moats, it got boats, it got alligators
For some reason, I still run into all my haters

[Pre-Chorus]
Dropping my top to the spine today
'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today
And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch
Factory all on my time today
She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay
She got a man, I do not mind, okay
Arguments, don't got the time today
You wan' get on a bus or wan' ride in the Wraith?

[Chorus]
Uh, she said I'm nothing
Uh, without my money
Shе goes on and on and on and on and on and on, yeah

[Verse 2]
I cannot judge you from your past (I cannot judgе you from your past)
'Cause this life we live is way too fast ('Cause this life we live is way too fast)
But we livin' good, that's why you mad (But we livin' good, that's why you mad)
Say we livin' good, that's why you mad
I been on my grind but I don't got pegs
I could walk on the track if I didn't have legs
Dick appointment daily for your bitch, so in her phone saved me under "Dad"
Jumped in a Audi, I'm movin' too fast (Skrt)
I spent a hundred bands on some Hermès (Vroom)
I guess that I am nothing without money
I am repeatin' just what that girl said
[Chorus]
Uh, she said I'm nothing (Nothin')
Uh, without my money (Money)
(Without my money) She goes on and on and on and on and on and on, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Dropping my top to the spine today
'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today
And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch
Factory all on my time today
She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay
She got a man, I do not mind, okay
Arguments, don't got the time today
You won't get on a bus, so I'll ride in a Wraith

[Chorus]
Uh, she said I'm nothing
Uh, without my money
She goes on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeah

[Bridge]
On and on, and on, and on (She say I'm nothing)
And on, and on, and on, and on (Without my money)
And on, and on, and on, and on (She say I'm nothing)
And on, and on, and on, and on, yeah (Without my money)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, she said, "Daddy, when you gonna go buy a new Wraith?" (Wraith)
I'ma add wings on the side of the door, so you can just go and just fly away (Fly away)
She got a twin and her twin got a friend, on the real, I really can't decide today
Not with debating and I'm not with the waiting, I get to that thing, and that's right away

[Chorus]
Uh, she said I'm nothing
Uh, without my money
She goes on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Dropping my top to the spine today
'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today
And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch
Factory all on my time today
She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay
She got a man, I do not mind, okay
Arguments, don't got the time today
You won't get on a bus, so I'll ride in a Wraith

[Chorus]
Uh, she said I'm nothing
Uh, without my money
She goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lonesome[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
There's some times when I get lonely, I get lonely
There's some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions
When she calls my line, you know I am on it, I am on it

[Hook 1: Mikky Ekko]
See the light, hide and seek
See the light in ivory
Over [?] carry nights and pain inside in silently
Unable to speak on the way in which she required me
Choking on the smoke, it was the pain inside is firing
See thе light, hide and seek
See the light in ivory
Over [?] carry nights and pain insidе in silently
Unable to speak on the way in which she required me
Choking on the smoke, it was the pain inside is firing

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Silence it, baby I am tired of your requirements (Shh)
Choking off a lot of smoke because I got a lot of stress
She gave me that dome and she need some time to find her neck
Money on retirement remind you of your father's check
Now come on baby, follow directions, I call that Simon says
So X-rated we always hit the floor, can never find the bed
Let’s go baby, let’s do it some more ‘til I’m out of breath
Yes I hate it you’re not here at all, and you don’t exist
I be gone by the midnight
I be gone when it’s midnight
In the Audi R8 running red lights
You don’t really have to say what you really like
You don’t really have to talk you don’t have to lie
All your negativity messing up my vibe
And she know that I’m a beast got that appetite
I don’t want your girl gotta deal with mine
But I’m known to put her on the side
Prophecy they know that that’s a lie
20 years that’s 20 times 20 eyes
Watching me these boys want me to die
I just brung an FN on a G5
Making hits and I'm busting off the meter
That'll show you that I really don't need her
[Hook 2: Mikky Ekko]
I see the light, now I see, what she is requiring
Waiting for a leader so I show her the entire me
Running through the wild we arrive at home entirely
Running from exactly what we are, the empire me
I know you need me baby, I know you need me baby
I promise I'll be right back right after this message baby
You and I could tell them all together in a letter, oh
Better we can just tell them the truth, it's that I know I can't stop

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Now you see, when she calling me, yeah she fine as me, why I'm fine as hell
Where you finding her where honestly somewhere overseas, thats international
That's your bro you know his cash is low I seen the inside green, outside pistachio
If they can match the flow and they can match the dough, it's something like a myth because the chance is low
Me in one big room, I'm known to act a hoe, and I can't talk to her she shop at fashion nova
I said she keep yelling and she keep tripping I don't understand because the ass is oval
She call me a snake I'm known to pack a cobra we go through it then we laugh it off
Yes I'm smooth like a casanova, imma be this way till my tax is over
If you stay aligned I can give advice that'll keep you going, that'll get you right
And I got the cheese don't see many mice, she keep tryna leave don't see many nights
All I do is think you just keep on writing, diamonds out the sink this is not a brightener
Keep a Patek clean cause I'm bout my values this is Balmain I don't have a stylist
That is chump change that's sad silence
That's a mustang what are you, in college
Meet the upgrade to a new ferrari come on baby put you right in parking
And I must say I was wylin' wylin', and I must say change with perfect timing
And I must say that's a lot of shining for a pretty woman call her Julia Roberts
[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
There's some times that I get lonely I get lonely
There's some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions
When she calls my line, you know I am on it, I am on it
There's some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
There's some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions
When she calls my line, you know I am on it, I am on it

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
I be gone by the midnight
I be gone when it’s midnight
In the Audi R8 running red lights
I be gone by the midnight
I be gone when it’s midnight
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53[Into: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ha, yeah
Fuck boy, bitch
Ain't never had to do shit (Oh lord!)
But live luxury your whole life
Fuck nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
What the fuck you done did (fuck you done did)
I got your main bitch all up in my bed (Goddamn)
Fuck nigga
Oh yeah, she up in my bed
You want her back? Well, after 5
Cause that bitch be giving me head, fuck boy
Lil' Boosie ass fade, you ain't got no wave ass boy
Still in the Yu-Gi-Oh trade ass boy (Weirdo!)
You would probably catch them all, say it, ass boy (You would)
You got what? A switch blade ass boy? (Faggot)
We got choppers, we got big gun ass boy (Big gun, gun)
Forest, Forest, Forest, don't run ass boy (Don't run!)
You ain't even from the slum ass boy
(I ain't never seen you in my hood)
We got money, I'm dancing
Counting a million and one ass boy
Niggas talk like I ain't from north Philly
Wanna go to war with me
You and yo bitches and y'all both drop and give a nigga 50 (Pause, wait get it? I gave him 50 to the back)
Well, it don't even matter
Yeah I'm in the trap ho (Trap! Trap!)
Eatin' on the chink platter (damn)
I'm tripping, but I ain't falling (No fall)
Where yo money? Pull out some cash, fuck
Nigga stop stalling (Stop stalling!)
We out here ho, swear to god that we balling
But I ain't talking Spalding
(Well, I know you heard that line too many times)
Yeah, I'm on, dumbass boy (Dumbass boy)
I won, ass boy (Winning! Winning!)
Oh you want some, ass boy?
Look at him, look at him tryna be like me, he my son ass boy
I go stupid ass boy, got your girl in love with me
Call me Cupid ass boy (love me)
I'm ruthless ass boy (I'm crazy as shit)
Your girl she love suckin' me, like she toothless ass boy
And I ain't even done (I'm sexy as shit!)
Nope, what up Bud, what up Donald, what up Cannon
Nigga from the north
But, sound like,  young nigga from the south (Trap! Trap!)
Won't play my songs, then OG
Keep my name out your mouth (Real shit)
You can't duck and dodge a hip-hop conversation without
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, swear to god industry be the groupie
They ain't groupies, a lot of niggas be haters
Sleep on me now, but don't try and win with me later (Winning!)
Cause I take yo girl, take yo fans
Shoot yo club up, and I kill yo mans
I'm different with it, and I do sip lean
I don't smoke no weed, I don't smoke no green
I'm always off that promethazine (Water)
I love codeine, I rap in a dream
They say how you flow like that?
Jock off my steez
I got a Tec muthafucker, shit hold about 53
That's a awkward number, got a awkward stance
Countin' money, that's the money dance, but
If I let go of this 53, damn, that's a awkward man
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
And for you dumb mutherfuckers
When I said when I let go of this 53 I said it was 53 bullets in the Tec and that shit is a awkward ass number and I put 53 in him now he awkward cause I shot a--
Man, you get that shit
Y'all dumbass motherfuckers, Lil Uzi, let's get it14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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THUGGER VOICE[Intro]
Ah-skrr-skrr
Uh, alright
Charlie
Good work, Charlie
Alright, go, Charlie
Yeah

[Chorus]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
What you want? Tell me what you want (What do you want?)
Like, what you want? Like, what do you want? (What do you want?)
What you want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, yeah

[Verse 1]
You get hit, Forty'll hurt you
I got your bitch on me and your mama on me and she birthed you
Lil Uzi, and he's off the shits
Got your bitch on me, she all-all on the dick
I get so turnt up, counting these bands, these bands
I don't give a motherfuck, I am the man
Stay down with me bae, your girl my baby
I'm fucking on her, I am too lazy
Uzi might hit now, said Uzi might hit
I got your girl now and she be all on my dick
Hotel room, in a hotel
It don't matter, I do whatever
I just got her, I'm off the shits now
I got your bitch now, she on my dick now
Chopping a brick now, give me the lick now
Don't give a shit now, I don't give a shit now
That money walk back to me, a diamond walk back to me
And the buzz be back at me, I got the whole industry
That camera walk back at me, I just get money
I'm fucking with Reese Mane, (LaFlare!)
I think this shit funny
I got that tune in, I got that tune in color
I got the bitches, I still got everything on me
They say, "What you saying?"
I say, "It's what I said"
If you can't understand, nigga, get the fuck up out my face
[Chorus]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
What you want? Tell me what you want (What do you want?)
Like, what you want? Like, what do you want? (What do you want?)
What you want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[Verse 2]
Okay hit it like Hussein, then she taking care of him
And she call me baby, that shit be crazy
I'm whipping and whipping, that talk ain't no baby
I beat that pussy 'til it's Forrest Whittaker, I'm not lazy
I don't care though, I'm just crazy
She sucking dick now, stay out the bando
I got these two guns, I feel like I'm Rambo
She playing my dick like she was on saxophone
Call on the telephone, I hang up the telephone
That's shit might be tapped, don't fuck with no telephone
Meet me in person, I'm moving that P
I'm jugging the white, man
I'm serving that white, man
I know
I don't, I don't know
Ayy, hahahaha25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Haha*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha

[Verse]
This is not Siberia, these is Saudi sweats, yeah, yeah
Twenty-seven gang, bitch, I hope I'm blessed, yeah, yeah
Pull up on a stain, I made like twenty checks, ayy, ayy
Niggas ain't the same, ain't no goin' back, ayy, ayy
She made me a deep dicker 'cause that girl got like twenty necks (Yeah, yeah)
My niggas, they made it from the struggle, yes, struggle, yes (Yeah, yeah)
My niggas was in the jail same day they layin' on the jet (Yeah)
My niggas go where I go, that's a fact (That's a fact)
My niggas, they throwin' water, they wish they start throwin' TECs (Yeah, yeah)
My niggas was servin' water in their fit (In their fit)
I got niggas in Atlanta that was locked up in the cell (Yeah, yeah)
Octopus, Ursula diamonds on my neck, all that shit
Every time I pull up on your bitch, I gotta live my way
I got too much guap, now watch me make mine back, make mine back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Linen on my pants, and I still got that scene up on my pack (Yeah, yeah)
I could make you dance, RIP bustin' right out my strap
I got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack (Yeah, yeah)
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All My Sauce*Lyrics from Snippet

They want my sauce (Aw)
I stay flexing just like I'm a boss (Aw)
You can't take this shit it just cause of cost (Aw)
They taking pics like they work for the blog (Aw)
They want my drip, yeah, and they want all my sauce (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money Stay*Lyrics from Snippet

I can't put my life away (Ooh)
Say that you alone is not the case (No, no, no)
Everybody leave, my money stay (Money stay)
I take too much drugs in front of your face4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Repercussions[Intro]
FKi

[Chorus]
Yeah
Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin'
The .45 ain't for show, nigga get to bussin'
Talk about me and the repercussions
On the real nigga I swear they comin'
Repercussions, repercussions
Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin'
Repercussions, repercussions
Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin'

[Verse]
Ayy, show me the breezy, no VVS
We-we gon' get the sucker (We gon' get the sucker)
That nigga said that we related but that is my sister cousin (That is my sister cuz')
The red beam the green beam the blue beam, ain't missing nothin' (We ain't missing nothin')
Found out that my girl loves it hard, these bitches dusty (I swear to God these bitches is dusty)
'Til Death on they chest and I knew they might lack
Like damn, I'm lucky (Goddamn I'm lucky)
She beggin' to get back with me, 'cause now she see the money (Turn up, turn up)
Now she caught her confession, she burning God down like she feel like Usher (Feel like she Usher, oh Lord)
It's Friday, I'm stuck in the Rush Hour
Money Talk, feel like Chris Tucker (I feel like Chris Tucker)
[Chorus]
Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin'
The fourth for every show, need to get to bustin'
Talk about me and the repercussions
On the real nigga I swear they comin'
Repercussions, repercussions
Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin'
Repercussions, repercussions
Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin'4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Thailand[Intro]
Oh, yeah
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
(Bugz on the beat)

[Chorus]
Um, yeah, big ol' cake
Um, yeah, expensive taste
Um, yeah, Gucci lace
Um, yeah, I fucked your bae
Um, yeah, in the face
Um, yeah, this a Wraith
Um, yeah, this a AP
Um, yeah, flood the face

[Verse 1]
Um, yeah, yeah, I know it
Um, yeah, this my moment
Um, yeah, big faced Rollie
Um, yeah, your bitch be hoein'
Um, yeah, get that cake
All the way 'til my pockets swollen
Um, yeah, I'm a soldier
Um, yeah, chopper on my shoulder
Was on a Perc', she on half of a Xan'
Half on Molly and half in Atlanta
Like how he brought that girl to the hood
I really think that her name was just Holly
Overseas, she flew right in from Bali
I am so high, I'm up there with the pilot
I fuck that girl and I do with the mileage
She only want me 'cause Lil Uzi poppin'
[Chorus]
Um, yeah, big ol' cake
Um, yeah, expensive taste
Um, yeah, Gucci lace
Um, yeah, I fucked your bae
Um, yeah, in the face
Um, yeah, this a Wraith
Um, yeah, this a AP
Um, yeah, flood the face

[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah, what's for brunch?
Uh, yeah, what's for lunch?
Uh, yeah, I'm pullin' up
Uh, yeah, a monster truck (Oh yeah)
Uh, yeah, suck it up
Uh, yeah, smack her butt
Uh, yeah, I erupt
Uh, yeah, no bankrupt
Uh, yeah, a big big truck
Uh, yeah, a big Brinks truck
Uh, yeah, that's a Brinks truck
Your diamonds fake, they all mixed up
Um, yeah, that's a pink rug
Um, yeah, that's a mink rug
Got a Cuban with a iced out rope
With a Hermés chain, I'm all linked up
Water on my neck and it's water on my wrist
And it's water on my fist so I'm all sinked up
Met her in the summer, made her eat the cucumber
No, you can't get my number, no, we can't link up
Remember I was down, I was always down
Nowadays a lil' nigga all the way up
Well respected and I'm well protected
Don't make my boys come all run up
You know I stay clean like fuzz
This is fox, lil' bitch, ain't fuzz
I met that little bitch in the club
That girl poured out all my mud
Spend all my money on jewels and the drugs, yeah
You know I hang with tricks and the thugs, ayy
[Chorus]
Um, yeah, big ol' cake
Um, yeah, expensive taste
Um, yeah, Gucci lace
Um, yeah, I fucked your bae
Um, yeah, in the face
Um, yeah, this a Wraith
Um, yeah, this a AP
Um, yeah, flood the face
Um, yeah, big ol' cake
Um, yeah, expensive taste
Um, yeah, Gucci lace
Um, yeah, I fucked your bae
Um, yeah, in the face
Um, yeah, this a Wraith
Um, yeah, this a AP
Um, yeah, flood the face

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Made a Million[Intro]
All by myself

[Hook]
Flexin', finessin' different deals
I came from the hood, now I'm here
Zonin', zonin' when I'm off them pills (Zonin' when I'm off the xannies)
I'ma keep singin' 'til the deal (I'ma keep singin' to them bills)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)

[Verse 1]
I count a million by myself (I count a million by myself)
Young rich nigga wealth (Young rich nigga wealth)
I paid a thousand for my belt (Paid a thousand for my belt)
And that's rich nigga welps (I'ma beat your fuckin' ass)
I done did it on my own, trappin' out the phone
I been takin' Xannies, they got me so gone
I say she ain't got no panties, look like Nia Long
Thinkin' we should go Miami, when I made this song
I swear that I do the randomness, I must be in love
I swear I'm smokin' on cannabis, it's all in my lungs
Fuck with me, you feel these hollow tips, that was in my gun
Made a million, I was by myself, diamonds like the sun
[Hook]
Flexin', finessin' different deals
I came from the hood, now I'm here
Zonin' when I'm off them pills (Zonin' when I'm off the xannies)
I'ma keep singin' 'til the deal (I'ma keep singin' to them bills)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)

[Bridge]
Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my money up ('Cause  my money up)
Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my money up ('Cause  my money up)
They ain't gon' do shit, so I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
They ain't gon' do shit, so I don't give a fuck (No I don't)
Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my money up (Gaaawd)
Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my money up (Stooop)
They ain't gon' do shit, so I don't give a fuck (sneaking and geeking)
They ain't gon' do shit, so I don't give a fuck (What?!)

[Verse 2]
I'm on a roll
Countin' these dollars and countin' these rolls
And she workin', she ridin' the pole
Look at my chain, that bitch is on snow
Look at my phone, you might find your hoe
I swear to God, I do not trust a hoe
I do not never keep up with hoes
I just change them like I change my clothes
[Hook]
Flexin', finessin' different deals
I came from the hood, now I'm here
Zonin' when I'm off them pills (Zonin' when I'm off the xannies)
I'ma keep singin' 'til the deal (I'ma keep singin' to them bills)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)
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She’s a Wild Thing[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let's go

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
She’s a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She got that grip that make a cow sing (Ayy, ayy)
She’s a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, that girl, she look so good, she make my eyes strain
Telekinesis, yeah, this girl, she playin’ mind games
Her daddy’s home, so we talk to each other, sign language
Collect data, not from this earth, guess we is strangers

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
T-That's a rented, your car, it don’t got no tint (Yeah)
I have a Maybach, lil' different from your mans Benz (Yeah)
Carbon fibre on my bumper, carbon on my rim (Yeah)
She pulled up in all black Lambo Urus, and that's excellence (Come on)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She grab me too hard, that’s technical fouling (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I came way harder this time, execution on my mind
That type girl is hard to find, she's not yours and she's not mine
Can't play with that girl all night, you can have her, I don't wanna fight
Take your girlfriend, not just my, she wanna sit in my new ride

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
T-That's a rented, your car, it don't got no tint (Yeah)
I have a Maybach, lil' different from your mans Benz (Yeah)
Carbon fibre on my bumper, carbon on my rim (Yeah)
She pulled up in all black Lambo Urus, and that's excellence (Come on)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She got that grip that make a cow sing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Wild thing, I ain't never get used to the wild thing (Huh)
Kneel to the Lord, you niggas better get used to the bow thing (Yeah, huh)
I put the purple all up in the blunt, I got a loud strain (That's right)
I got a treasure chest full of glow, I got a proud chain
My life is so cinematic with a Patek, but this is the now thing
Ice and shit, I'm the baddest, I just get it tatted like a now thing
Don't want a ring, wait for a king, castle my housing
Haters gon' hate, suckin' my thing, givin' me wild brain2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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On It[Hook]
Bitch I'm rasta living
Inside I'm a menace
Met that bitch at lenox
Fucked that bitch at lenox
Got all types of women
Gave me mouth like dentists
Foreign drop top Benz's
Forgiatos spinning
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It

[Verse 1]
I be ducking twelve
Each and every corner
Making all this money
Smoke til I'm in coma
Got a bad bitch on me
I be countin' commas
I might fuck your mama
Get dick sucked from mama
Damn, why my gun so big?
Damn, why her ass her so big?
Damn, why my wrist so big?
Damn, got a semi bitch
Been had money
You niggas is semi rich
Countin money, deadface citizens
Shoot my gun
Red laser ain't missin shit (pew)
Bitch I ball
Push the rock I dribble it (yuh yuh)
[Hook]
Bitch I'm rockstar living
Inside I'm a menace
Met that bitch at lenox
Fucked that bitch at lenox
Got all types of women
Gave me mouth like dentists
Foreign drop top Benz's
Forgiatos spinning
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It

[Verse 2]
Half my boxers 'sace
Half my boxers tommy
Drive around in Porsche
Feel like big face Dunny
Your favorite want some me
Drive by in the ?
I'm high as wasabi
Your bitch call me daddy (woo)
White bitch her name connie
Yeah I whip that connie
My jewelry be shinin'
My necklace will blind you (Blaw)
And we keep on grinding
This shit perfect timing
My diamonds is ?
Yeah they white like ryan
Feel like Master P
Walking masterpiece
Lil uzi a beast
I make a blind man see
I ain't have a whip
My new whip no keys
I ain't have no bitch
My new bitch suck dick no teeth
[Hook]
Bitch I'm rockstar living
Inside I'm a menace
Met that bitch at lenox
Fucked that bitch at lenox
Got all types of women
Gave me mouth like dentists
Foreign drop top Benz's
Forgiatos spinning
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It
On It, On It, On It2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Freestyle (2018)[Verse]
Don't play with my like or get [?]
They called, the trip will be this [?]
Too much drip, would you want to dip?
Hm, tell your bitch, I got too much this
New .40 Glock, and I got dough, Smith & Wesson my hip
Yeah, what you slip, what you sip?
That crazy drip
How you do that? uh
Yeah, all of my diamonds is knock out
Them bitches blue black, hm
I dont want that lil' bih back
I fuck that bih from the back
I eat at— Ocean Front
You— eat at Outback
Hol' up, you ain't got swag
Kangaroo, jump on that pussy
Kangaroo, jump in that hoe
Why they tryna jump in my glo?
Why they tryna jump on my, hm?
Why they tryna jump in the snow?
I did too
Got pneumonia from my diamonds
All of my diamonds they shinin'
And my pants, they is Raf Simons
How do you that? You got swag
I can't get that from my mother
I can't get that from my dad
I got that from just getting the bag
Hm, cash
And I got 300 rocks
All of my watches get tock
Sike, this cannot tock
Diamonds, they Rick
Yeah, your diamonds, they rip
My diamonds, they Rick, mhm
Black, white, stacked
All of your money tryna be like me
I fuck your bitch and your main wifey
Hm, how you do that?
Slurpee my chain, cuz', this shit icy
Told that bitch that she cannot see me
Sip out the strap like it's so icy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cartier[Intro]
21, 21 hundred
Yeah, hundo, Slow motion

[Chorus]
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
12 hundred Cartier
21 hundred Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
21 thousand Cartier
22 thousand Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier

[Verse]
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Shopping Goyard it hurts my hips
Only nigga that ain't but no money
You ain't gettin' money, what ya purpose is?
Cartier with the rectangle
Cartier with the circle lens
Different flavor in the Cartier
You got one pair but you changing lens
Buy my new bitch a lil Benjamins
My new Cartiers got five percent
I got these bitches, they all on me
Yeah, these bitches want me to pay the rent
I just got me, um, some Cartiers
All different flavor Cartiers
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Bitch, I swear this is the Cartier
[Chorus]
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
12 hundred Cartier (Yeah)
21 hundred Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
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Pull Up in My Coupe[Intro]
Diamonds the locks, pullin' (Go, go, go)
(Bugz on the beat)
Diamond my lock, can’t pull off (Go)
(Lil Uzi Vert)
(Okay, okay)

[Chorus]
Diamond my lock, can't pull off
'Rari is hot, like pull off (Skrrt)
I just bought mama a mansion (Yeah)
I just bought myself a new lock (What?)
And one more time, shout to my jeweler (Yeah)
On the real, he keep me cooler (Slatt)
I met that girl in Kailua (Yeah)
I fucked that bitch from the luau (Aloha)
Okay, diamonds my neck and I got the baguettes
And I walk around, 75 pointers (Sheesh)
No, I do not want that bitch if she not thick
And if she don’t look like her photos (Skrrt)
Nothin' to do, pull up in my coupe (Yeah)
So I'ma keep hittin' them corners (Skrrt)
Took off the ES, that is the traction
Then I speed into a donut (Yeah)
Diamond my lock, can't pull off
'Rari is hot, like pull off (Skrrt)
I just bought mama a mansion (Yeah)
I just bought myself a new lock (What?)
And one more time, shout to my jeweler (Yeah)
On the real, he keep me cooler (Slatt)
I met that girl in Kailua (Yeah)
I fucked that bitch from the luau (Aloha)
Okay, diamonds my neck and I got the baguettes
And I walk around, 75 pointers (Sheesh)
No, I do not want that bitch if she not thick
And if she don't look like her photos (Skrrt)
Nothin' to do, pull up in my coupe (Yeah)
So I’ma keep hittin’ them corners (Skrrt)
Took off the ES, that is the traction
Then I speed into a donut (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Okay, please do wait a minute
Tell me what you heard, is she a nerd?
Give me that head like a comb (Yeah)
Don't trust no one, I’m a loner
I went and spent fifty racks right at Dover (What?)
Told her, "Deep throat it, matter of fact, slowly" (What?)
Early in the morning she want all my muscle
None of my pistols, they come with a holster (They don't)
No, you cannot read my shirt 'cause it Gosha (Yeah)
Like a poster
I do not cuff you, bitch, no, I can't hold ’em
I'ma treat the SUV like a roadster
A little nauseated from Perc and the motion
That girl on my skin, remind me of lotion (Huh?)
Yellow diamonds, bitch, they beam like some torches (Yeah)
She suck on my dick and I told her, "Don't hold it"
Snappin' my fingers and I super soak it
How you ain't know that? (Huh?)
Man, your bitch, I been hit that (Hit that)
My bitch and your bitch headin' out (Yeah)
So I brought them a wrist to match, ooh (Yeah)
'Cause them hoes, they earned that (Earned it)
Them hoes fuck with the lights on (Lights on)
Shit, I might hit it with my ice on (Ice on)
Two in one, bitch, ain't no ice on (Yeah)
Said my money goin' tall like the Eiffel (Yeah)
I was with Abel at the Eiffel (Yeah)
Made a movie with your bitch on my iPhone (Yeah)
Use all flash, no lights on (Lights on)
Ain't no such thing as a good girl, ooh (Curse)
I done fell in love with a dyke ho (Slatt)
I'm the type nigga cook the rice slow (Chanel)
Cut the broccoli and shrimp with a knife, ho, ooh (Yeah)
Monkey runnin' 'round in my crib
Makin' them hits like I'm Michael, ooh (Jackson)
Makin' them hits like a safety, ooh (Yeah)
We gonna score on they goalie (Score on him)
Knockin' them hoes down like pins, ooh
I got addicted to bowling (Yeah)
She got addicted to dick (Ferragamo, Lil Uzi)
She gonna rescue my boner (Huh?)
I got addicted to Rick (Designer)
Raf Simons all on my mint (Yeah)
And take the nebula soul on my drip
Nigga talk shit then I dirty my stick, uh, yeah
Why that boy, he keep on hatin'? (Huh?)
I count that shit in a vacant (Count it up)
She move like she is Jamaican
I run from 12 in my Maisons (Woo)
I run from 12 in Margiela
Listen, number one, I am the winner, uh
I been prepared for the winter, uh
I break a sweat in chinchilla, uh
She on my wood, got a splinter (Splinter)
These niggas, they are pretenders (Yeah)
Treat the bartenders like strippers (Chee)
Shake that ass, baby, I'll tip ya (Chee)
[Chorus]
Diamond my lock, can't pull off
'Rari is hot, like pull off (Skrrt)
I just bought mama a mansion (Yeah)
I just bought myself a new lock (What?)
And one more time, shout to my jeweler (Yeah)
On the real, he keep me cooler (Slatt)
I met that girl in Kailua (Yeah)
I fucked that bitch from the luau (Aloha)
Okay, diamonds my neck and I got the baguettes
And I walk around, 75 pointers (Sheesh)
No, I do not want that bitch if she not thick
And if she don't look like her photos (Skrrt)
Nothin' to do, pull up in my coupe (Yeah)
So I'ma keep hittin' them corners (Skrrt)
Took off the ES, that is the traction
Then I speed into a donut (Yeah)
Diamond my lock, can't pull off
'Rari is hot, like pull off (Skrrt)
I just bought mama a mansion (Yeah)
I just bought myself a new lock (What?)
And one more time, shout to my jeweler (Yeah)
On the real, he keep me cooler (Slatt)
I met that girl in Kailua (Yeah)
I fucked that bitch from the luau (Aloha)
Okay, diamonds my neck and I got the baguettes
And I walk around, 75 pointers (Sheesh)
No, I do not want that bitch if she not thick
And if she don't look like her photos (Skrrt)
Nothin' to do, pull up in my coupe (Yeah)
So I'ma keep hittin' them corners (Skrrt)
Took off the ES, that is the traction
Then I speed into a donut (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
All blue Benjis (Ooh, damn)
Coupe, who in it? (Yeah, girl)
I'm a menace (Ooh, damn)
They don't get it (Ooh, yeah)
Act like they with me (Uh-huh)
They against me (Uh-huh)
Try to get close but you cannot pinch me (Uh-huh)
No, you cannot slime me, I'm not with it (Uh-huh, slatt)
These niggas tryna see if I'm authentic, uh-huh (For real)
I go for the finish, automatic, no semi
She give dome for the minutes (Uh-huh)
Pull up whippin' a Bentley
Pull up whippin' a Bentley
Pull up whippin' a Bentley
Pull up whippin' a Bentley
Mini coupe is amazin' (Woo)
You would thought that I rented (No-no-no)
First I did me three shows, get that guap and I spend it
Told her, "This no kickback, better pop that pussy, no relax"
Hang around me, might relapse, no, on the real, I mean that (Ooh)
No, on the real, I mean that (Ooh)
No, on the real, I mean that (Ooh)
If you want war, we can get you that (Yeah)
If you want war, then we can send you that (Uh)
I be where the Ps and the bells at (Yeah)
And some slime, and I love that (Slime)
I be with the snails and slugs (Woo)
Yeah, that mean I be with the mud at (Yeah)
I fuck that bitch in a sunhat (Yeah)
Now I got beef with her brother (Yeah)
I fuck that bitch in the main room
Now I got beef with her mother
I used to fuck with her mother, man
Shit, that's a long story (Ha)
My crib, it came with ten stories (Woo)
You can bungee jump, uh (Uh)
Tell that bitch "Eat up," uh (Uh)
I'm a young phenom, uh (Uh)
Kickin' my feet up, uh
Kick it like FIFA, uh (FIFA)
Friends like Elisa, every day Gucci, I stay double G'd up (Woo-woo)
Brought her some kneepads, she stay fuckin' her knees up (Yeah)
Told her that she could keep 'em but she not a keeper (No way)

[Outro]
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Believe Me*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
Told that bitch eat it up
Double C it up
Double G it all
Bentley B it all
[?]
Don't ya believe me?
This is my world just believe me
I got another girl right on the side if that girl ever just try to leave me (bye bye)
I got the swag and the sauce when it come to these clothes I’m ahead of the season (bye bye)
No I do not got a Glock, spent some in New York and now I'm on Venus
Woah
Now I'm so high I could float-2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rari[Hook]
All I ever wanted was the bitches and the fame (nat nats)
But instead I got a hundred thousand and a range
Bitch ass nigga talking
Fah fah fah you say my name
Bitch ass nigga talking
Fah fah fah, aim at your brain (fah, fah, fah)
Bitch this rari go two hundred
Stay up in yo' lane
Hold on som' wrong with 'de rari
Som' wrong with 'de rari skrt
Som' wrong with dis rari skrt skrt
Som' wrong with dis rari skrt skrt
Som' wrong with dis rari skkrtt
Som' wrong with dis rari skrt

[Verse 1]
All I ever wanted was a mil' (mil')
Steak and lobster meals (meal)
Counting out a mil' (mil')
Actavis, crack the seal (yeah, yeah, yeah, wooh)
All my diamonds teal (yeah, yeah, yeah, wooh)
All my diamonds real (yeah, yeah, yeah, wooh)
My bitch eyes they be teal, white bitch, white bitch white bitch
Two choppas feeling little (twin on twin on choppas)
Told that hoe my name was David (why you do that)
I'ma Copperfield
None of my choppas is regular
All of your choppas is regular
None of my choppas is registered
All of your choppas is federal
You is a snitch
[Hook]
All I ever wanted was the bitches and the fame
But instead I got a hundred thousand and a range
Bitch ass nigga talking
Fah fah fah, you say my name
Bitch ass nigga talking
Fah fah fah aim at your brain (fah, fah, fah)
Bitch this rari go two hundred
Stay up in yo' lane
Hold on som' wrong with 'de rari
Som' wrong with 'dis rari skrt
Som' wrong with dis rari skrt skrt
Som' wrong with dis rari skrt skrt
Som' wrong with dis rari skkrtt
Som' wrong with dis rari

[Verse 2]
Som' wrong with 'dis rari
It's too fast, I'm sorry
Sellin' them drugs, no bargain
Think they tap my phone, don't call me
Twelve gon' pull me over
Sandwich bags in the glove compartment
They say why you got all this
I said I'm 'bout to have a party
They found thirty thousand
I said bitch I'm an artist
Soon as he went to give me a ticket
Boom, pulled out the forty
Bitch we shooting at twelve
Bitch we shooting at twelve
Bitch we shooting at twelve
Bitch we shooting at twelve
Choppa a give you hell
Its big as Nerlens Noel
I 'member when I was eleven
My bro was trapping at twelve
That's back when we had a curfew
Had to come in the house at twelve
Get them drugs through FedEx
No send back address on the mail
[Hook]
All I ever wanted was the bitches and the fame
But instead I got a hundred thousand and a range
Bitch ass nigga talking
Fah fah fah, you say my name
Bitch ass nigga talking
Fah fah fah), aim at your brain (fah, fah, fah)
Bitch this rari go two hundred
Stay up in yo' lane
Hold on som' wrong with 'de rari
Som' wrong with 'dis rari
Som' wrong with 'dis rari
Som' wrong with 'dis rari
Som' wrong with 'dis rari
Som' wrong with 'dis rari7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get It[Intro]
(Bugz on the beat)
Lil Uzi Vert

[Chorus]
I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh
Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young nigga, you know I ain't scared to spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh
Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young nigga, you know I could spend it
I might pull up in a foreign

[Verse 1]
This is an automatic start
My car from the future
This an automatic start
And my whip so big
I could fuck your bitch in it
Yes, I got my own hoes
But I want your bitch instead
Yeah, I want your bitch instead
Fuck her on the beach instead
She just wanna talk about her day
Just give me head
She don't wanna let gang fuck
Bitch, that's dead
Bitch, that's dead, yeah
Bitch, that's dead
You gotta fuck the whole gang
For my niggas that's all dead
Fucked her so much, I got cardiac
I had a heart attack with my meds, yeah
With my meds, yeah
With my meds
Pop the perky, perky, perky like a bitch in Paris
See that boy right there?
We call him Zombieman
Why you call him that?
'Cause the check all on his head
We saw Zombieman so we popped his head
Don't aim at his legs
He can come back from the dead
[Chorus]
I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh
Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young nigga, you know I ain't scared to spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh
Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young nigga, you know I could spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, you know I got the engine

[Verse 2]
All my opps, they dead
I smoke all my opps, they dead
My face got ice in it
I might ice your bitch
You know my wrist, it match my fist
It's wet like a fish
I'm the same nigga, kept it 100 though
Nothing changed, nigga, I kept it real
Walk around in the finest of fabrics
You don't know how this shit feel
I can fuck your bitch, disappear like magic
Pull out my wand like abracadabra
She turn around and she calling me daddy
I'm [?] Ramona, she is a baddie
I'm [?] Ramona, she is a baddie
Bitch, I'm so high, UFO, I ain't landin'
I have that bitch, she on me, she fiendin'
When she stand next to me she said she tannin'
I got the yacht, don't want the boat
She want the egg but don't want the yolk
I made it high but hang with the low
I fuck your bitch and you ain't even know
[Chorus]
I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh
Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young nigga, you know I ain't scared to spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh
Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young nigga, you know I could spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, you know I got the engine1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stevie Wonder*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)

[Verse]
Stevie Wonder with the bitch, yeah
'Cause you know I cannot see her, yeah
Only money in my readers, uh
All of my girls, yeah, they eaters, yeah
All of my whips, they two seaters (Skrrt)
But if she got friends I can't leave her (Come on)
Blue Citizens, my pockets seniors (Yeah)
My bands, they old just like Jeter
Put my side bitch in a Beamer
Don't give a damn like a beaver, ayy
Back in my phone when I reach her
No I can't talk 'bout no features, uh
It's not nothing that you could teach us, yeah
Don't hit her up, I like to tease her, yeah
You know that my swag off the meter, ayy
Get the guap, fuck is a Visa? Huh
Bake the work like it's a nitro
I'll be cappin' if I need her
Diamonds they blue like I'm meeting them
Diamonds all over my fingers, yeah
Bankroll on me I'm a beaner, uh
I 'member I was a leaner, yeah
Hit from the back she a screamer
Kick her right out like she best friends with Gina, uh
Ayy, I am from Mars
I had to...
...
Get it up
I had to turn my city up
She was skinny, blew her titties up
Blue hundreds, put them fifties up
Bought my bitch a uh, tummy tuck
Fuck nigga not with funny stuff
Did I tell you that my pockets stuffed?
They stuffed like a encyclopedia
...
Young nigga flex, ooh
Watch how a young nigga flex, ayy
That little bitch gave me neck, uh
Do anything for a check, uh
'Member my life was a mess, ayy
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My Friend Artist[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness
Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly"
She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley
Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch
But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey

[Verse]
My boys movin' babies, my whip got a car seat
Niggas, they bitches, I can't hear your heartbeat
My car from the future, it don't got no start key
My wrist look like Huncho, my neck look like Starchy
Treat my girls like piano, only play the dark keys
I love you, you love me, our thing sound like Barney
Uh, forty thousand spent at Barneys
Uh, no Armani on my garments
Yo, what's your name? (Sorry)
Have you met my friend Artist? (No)
Have you met my friend Artist? (No)
Have you met my friend Artist? (Yeah)
He be drippin', I be saucin', uh
Not 'bout money, why you talkin'? Yeah
Why this lil' bitch keep fraudin'? Yes
And she from the city, she from Boston
[Chorus]
Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness
Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly"
She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley
Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch
But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey
Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness
Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly"
She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley
Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch
But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bando[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt Ox]
Listen, bro, listen
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
In the bando, the ban-ban-bando
(The Loosie Man)
(I'm working on dying)
Listen
Ban-ban, uh, ban-ban, uh
I'm in the [?], uh
Told that bitch I was the one [?], uh
She geekin' for free, she want this shit, uh
Okay

[Chorus]
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Money bustin' out my jeans, can barely hold my pants (Damn)
Remember I tried to talk to you, girl (Uh)
Money bustin' out my jeans, can barely hold my pants
Yeah, check how I'm drippin', uh
Kapital denim, yeah
Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my)
All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah
All my clothes tight, uh, yeah
Rockstar livin', uh, yeah (Rockstar livin')
Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah (Hendrix)
Yeah, check how I'm drippin', uh
Kapital denim, yeah
Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my)
All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah
All my clothes tight, uh, yeah
Rockstar livin', uh, yeah (Rockstar livin')
Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
Bright diamonds all on my chain look like Henny
Bright diamonds, yeah, they cost me pretty penny
She looked at me sour, must be suckin' a lemon
You know that I'm movin' so evil, uh
Sometime I feel like I'm Venom, uh
Heard you pull up in a rental, uh
I'm a dog, don't need a kennel
Man, these girls, they are so mental
Tattoo on 'em what I write with a pencil
Don't talk to no workers at all
I jump right to the boss
Have a meetin' while we play golf (Yeah)
Hold on, I got a par (Okay)
I got a new bitch of course (Yeah)
She is a freak of course (Yeah)
Rap on a beat, that me sport (Come on)
She brought my album for support (Yeah)
Stack it all the way from the floor (Stack it up)
Titties, they lick to the floor
Once again I was so bored I spent four hundred thousand just right on my car (Skrrt)
Once again I was so bored that I hit the button and it automatic start (Vroom)
Once again I was so bored took my hands off the wheel and it automatic park (Okay)
It blue on my neck and it blue on my wrist
She said I look like a shark (Uh)
I tell them to me it's no feelin' it
I am the alien from out the stars (Hi)
Pay with cash, no card (Uh)
That's why my car, it charged (Charged)
But my car blacker than my broad (Broad)
And my card blacker than my car, vroom (Car)
[Chorus]
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Money bustin' out my jeans, can barely hold my pants (Damn)
Remember I tried to talk to you, girl (Uh)
Money bustin' out my jeans, can barely hold my pants
Yeah, check how I'm drippin', uh
Kapital denim, yeah
Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my)
All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah
All my clothes tight, uh, yeah
Rockstar livin', uh, yeah (Rockstar livin')
Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah (Do this for Jimi, Hendrix)
Yeah, check how I'm drippin', uh
Kapital denim, yeah (Damn)
Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my)
All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah
All my clothes tight, uh, yeah
Rockstar livin', uh, yeah (Rockstar livin')
Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah

[Verse 2]
Shootin' the MAC like it's nothin'
I might go link with the buddies (Uh)
I might go sign a petition (Come on)
Need to get rid of them twenties (Get rid of it)
These niggas scared and they bitchin' (I know)
'Cause they know that I play with the money (You scared)
You know I better not convince you (Yeah)
We get to thumpin' and bustin' (Nope)
Don't care about no justice (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Everything I rock is Simon (Nope)
Supreme on my balls
I put my dick in your lover
Gucci my boots (Yeah)
No, these not no hunnas (Whoa)
I tell the truth (Yeah)
Too cold, need a goose
You too small, need a boost (Goose)
I'm smoking gas, uh (Goose)
You smoke by the loose, uh (I'm smoking gas)
Yeah, that's how they know that I'm older than you (Loose, yeah)
That's how they know that I'm bolder than you
Diamonds on me and they colder than you (Yeah)
I don't need you, I ain't holdin' you (Colder than you)
You dissin' bullshit, no exposin' you
I'ma be this way all the way 'til the pill come
I'ma pop that pill thirty min-minutes and then you, then you feel it comin' (Ooh)
If you don't understand what I said that's because my tongue is numb (Damn)
Man, we murder Backwoods (You know)
And we drink red rum
Okay, she chewed on my dick like it was Winterfresh, no fruit punch gum (Yeah)
Damn, speed-bump, speed-bump, speed-bump, speed-bump
Fuckin' up my rims
Smokin' big Backwoods (Ooh)
Me don't need no lungs
That ain't happen to us (No)
Ain't happenin' to us (Yeah)
[Outro]
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Monee Del Rey[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm gonna ball 'til I fall
Lil Uzi never gon' fall
Ayy, my money stacked eight feet tall
Ayy, told your bitch to drop them drawers
I swear to god, it was nothin'
Turn that shit right into somethin'
All of my bitches, they bustin', ayy
All of my bitches they bustin', ayy
Aim at your head like concussion, ayy
Nigga that be repercussion, ayy
All of my niggas they bustin', ayy
All of my niggas they bustin', ayy
Most of these niggas be busters, ayy
All of my niggas they hustlers, ayy
Lil Uzi ball like a rucker, ayy
Don't want your bitch, want your mother, ayy
In the trap, nigga, I'm whippin', ayy
Nigga, I'm whippin' that supper, ayy
If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy
If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy
[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, sippin' that lean, I'm monster
My bitch, she look like Teyana
Chopper big like Iman Shumpert
Rockin' that Wang, Alexander
Sometimes I feel like I’m Shabba
Kanye told me he was happy
Four of my hoes got family
Now I be gettin' them dollars
Diddy be given' me knowledge
Xan in the lean give me power
Tear up the pussy, got molly
I be whippin' the chowder
My bitch, she be in college
What the fuck you talk about me
Little Uzi got the dollars, ayy
2050 in the hunnid
Nigga, I'm stuntin'
I'm gettin' money
You don't get nothin'
I'm countin' the comma
Lil Uzi gettin' the dollars
I be designer
I ain't worried 'bout your homie
[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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SauceLyrics from Snippet

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
And niggas don't know I've been wearing this Rick shit (On God)
Y'all just gettin' to it (On God)
And that's on everything
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Beep), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my god
Sauce real hard, sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
All hundreds on a nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin' all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah
I got bitches that's on top of bitches, yeah
I got bottom bitches, I got top bitches, yeah
Make her suck my dick way before I finish, yeah
Man, my fingers itchin' then my palms itchin', yeah
Presidential Rollie my wrist, huh?
Look at my watch when it bang ho
They say, "Uzi, why you the same for?"
There's Margiela on me, no plain clothes
I stay in this shit like I can't go
Mortal Kombat my chain just like Kano
I don't wan' talk about bankroll
I say hi to my haters like Maino (Haters)
I cannot be 'round the fake, no
You know I got to stay in my game, oh
Man, your girl, she gon' do it so good
Make me lift my leg up like I'm Fabo
Undercover, fuck the tag
Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up with a pack (Yeah, yeah)
No, I cannot do no average, yeah (Yeah, no)
Know I pull up a G-Wagen (G-Wagen)
Me and her friends fucked, you know it's a balance (Yeah)
I saw your girl walkin', she had a fatty (Ayy)
You pulled up the baddest, I bag it, what happened? (Ayy)
Everything I touch a classic (Ayy)
I'm in my mode, you can't touch me, I'm passive (Ayy)
I kept it straight ever since I fucked Ashley (Yeah)
That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy
I can't give you full details, I'm not too chatty
First car was a Lambo', drove it like it's Caddy
That boy, he was hot like a peppermint patty
My boy pull up, rob the bank like my name Shaggy
Japanese clothes on me but never been in Japan, damn
I barely made it to France, yeah
Rocks in my socks like Stance, yeah
Stick to the code and my stance (Code)
I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes
Why you think I am a target? Yeah
Smokin' on gas, got no [?], uh
Turned to a man (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti]
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Oh my god (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
If Uzi say that it's up, then it's up (Yeah, okay)
You know we don't give no fuck (Okay, okay)
You know we keepin' the cut (Okay, okay)
You know we keepin' it up (Okay, okay, okay)
No, I'm not lockin' it tight (Okay)
No, I can't fuck with these guys (Okay)
Get in my coupe and I ride, yeah (Drive it)
Get in that bitch and I'm drivin' it, yeah
None of my jewelry be light, yeah
All of this jewelry, it's ice, yeah
I can tell that these niggas been bitin'
They gon' take all my shit and hide it
Said I'm gon' roll with that bitch like the [?]
I'm gon' fuck on that bitch like I'm [?]
Feel so confident, bitch, I'm not lyin'
Put that cash on your head, wipe your mind (Yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my nine (Yeah, know what I'm sayin)
Off a pill and I feel like I'm flyin' (Yeah) (Yeah, know what I'm sayin)
I'm so high, bitch, I feel like I'm dying
I got high and I fucked on a dyke (Yeah)
Fucked that thot and I did me a crime (Yeah, know what I'm sayin)
Free my partners that's doin' the time (Okay, okay)
I bet they can't come at me lyin' (Come at me lyin')
I can't see these niggas, I'm blind (Ah yeah)
I'm on 350, yeah, slidin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Slurpin' that shit, it ain't bad for me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I [?] chrome, lil' bitch
Could've bought me a home, lil' bitch (Okay, yeah)
You know I'm bringin' the steel (Okay)
I got my pints out the mail (I got my pints out the mail)
Plus I got guns like a shield (Plus I got guns like a shield, okay)
Everything, yeah, Moncler (Yeah, yeah)
I'm too rich to be frail (Okay)
I ain't ever tuck my tail (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm givin' them hell (Givin' them hell)
Bitch, we givin' them hell (Givin' them hell)
Never play fair (Nah)
I done ran through some paper (Yeah) (Okay)
Different coupe, yeah, I don't know the flavor (Okay)
I got shit down, save it for later (What?) (Yeah)
I'ma stunt on all these bitches
Lame niggas, they always switching
My hoe, she swag, she dip
These hoes, they know I'm different
These mans can't stand where I sit
Cuban chains, no diamonds, yes
Don't touch my palms, they itch
I took the Rolls-Royce outside, bitch
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert, Playboi Carti & Both]
(Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Okay), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Okay)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my god (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Yea[Intro]
Feeling me
Little bitch swear I'm not feeling you (no I'm not feeling you)

[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Feeling me
Little bitch swear I'm not feeling you (no I'm not feeling you)
Sipping water, water, water
With no minerals (water, water)
Raf Simons, Margiela
Swagger be killing you (yeah, yeah)
Xannie, xannie, xannie, xannie
Swear this what a pilli do
Everything be foreign this what a milli do  (yeah)
She look me in my eyes, say ain't nobody real as you (no)
Said bitch shut the fuck up
Suck this dick, silly you (talk too much)
She turn around, bitch and start drilling you

[Hook]
404 what a milli do
Dat what a milli do (mill)
404 what a milli do (milli do)
Dat what a milli do (yeah)
Overseas, Raf Simon shoes
That's what a milli do (yeah)
Pulling up in that new rari
You know that no ceiling coupe
[Verse 2]
Got so much sauce I be dripping too
Feel like Sauce Walka I hit the ooh
Pah, pah, pah, pah, I ain't missing you
Turn yo' self in
Man you tripping boo
Her pussy wet
Man its sticky too
Her pussy tight
It be gripping too
Coming for me, and I'm hitting you
FN-57, gripping too

[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
404 what a milli do
Dat what a milli do
Overseas Raf Simon shoes
That's what a milli do
404 what a milli do
Dat what a milli do
Pulling up in that new rari
You know that no ceiling coupe
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Wait[Intro]
[?]
Yeah
Moving this work, nigga, I'm gonna shake it
(Southside)
Moving this work, moving this work
Moving this work
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Moving this work, nigga, I'm gonna shake it (Yeah)
The kitchen I bake in
My plug, he Jamaican (Skrrt)
My diamonds, they racist
I got tired of waiting (Got tired of waiting, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I swear I'm impatient (I'm impatient)
I got to the weight (Uh)
I got tired of waiting
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got to the weight (Woo)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got to the weight (Uh)
[Verse 1]
I'm countin' this guap (Guap)
I'm countin' this cake (Cake)
I just flew in from L.A. then I jumped right in the Wraith (Jumped right in the Wraith)
Lil Uzi been gettin' this money
I swear that I'm breakin' the bank (Breakin' the bank)
Lil Uzi been gettin' this money
That's why I always be crackin' the safe (Crackin' the safe)
I'm countin' these hundreds
These hundreds, these hundreds
I'm breakin' the bank (Countin' these hundreds)
I'm countin' these hundreds, these hundreds
Lil Uzi be crackin' the safe (No), yeah
I'm on my way (Way)
Sippin' that purple and pink
Pints and the pints of the lean
Pints and the pints of the lean (Pints of that)
My M16 got a beam (Pow)
If I let that trigger squeeze (Squeeze)
It'll put you in a dream (Yeah)
You know a forever dream (Dream)
I got the forever cream (Cream)
I get the forever guap (Yeah, guap)
Pockets got forever knots (Woo)
Cruisin' on forever yachts (Lil Uzi)
[Chorus]
Moving this work, nigga, I'm gonna shake it (Yeah)
The kitchen I bake in
My plug, he Jamaican (Skrrt)
My diamonds, they racist
I got tired of waiting (Got tired of waiting, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I swear I'm impatient (I'm impatient)
I got to the weight (Uh)
I got tired of waiting
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got to the weight (No wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got to the weight (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Smokin' strongest ganja, bitch, I wasn't waiting (Uh)
Got these flawless diamonds, bitch, I wasn't waiting (Diamonds, diamonds)
I rock all this designer, bitch, I wasn't waiting (Fuckin' Raf)
Fuck your bitch and your momma, nigga, wasn't waiting (Skrrt), uh
Pull off like a nigga racin' (Skrrt)
Cut that bitch off like I'm Jason
You is behind me so you forever chasin'
And my pocket, that's the cake (Cake)
Yeah, I be smokin' that KK (KK)
Got them shock bullets in AKs
Swear I go nuts like a payday (Woo)
Countin' these hundreds
These hundreds, these hundreds
These hundreds, I'm countin' the numbers (Numbers)
Look at these diamonds (Numbers)
Look, look at these diamonds
Takin' these rap niggas' bitches to private islands (Private islands)
Flying first class, building my sky mileage (Sky mileage)
[Chorus]
Moving this work, nigga, I'm gonna shake it (Yeah)
The kitchen I bake in
My plug, he Jamaican (Skrrt)
My diamonds, they racist
I got tired of waiting (Got tired of waiting, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I swear I'm impatient (I'm impatient)
I got to the weight (Uh)
I got tired of waiting
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got to the weight (No wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait)
I got to the weight (Uh)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Jet Blown[Intro]
(Waves)
Yeah
(My nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'?)

[Refrain]
Nothing but bad hoes all up in my section, yeah
In my new crib, treat the restroom like a sex room, uh
She gon' suck it up, on the PJ, I get jet blown, uh
Diamonds flawless on the necklace, these the best stones, ooh

[Verse 1]
Yes, I'm from Fidel, uh, not no Castro, uh
She said she want anal, uh, bitch, I'm not no asshole, uh
Bitch, I’m a chick magnet, uh, these niggas, they maggots, uh
Margiela, long jacket, uh, like Inspector Gadget, uh
Hit that nigga wit the chopper, uh
Make that nigga do a break dance, uh
Make a nigga-nigga do a backspin, uh
Lambo' spin off the traction, uh
I'll bag a bitch off a hashtag
You send her money off of CashApp
Smoke so much, where the gas at?
Hit the blunt, now my voice raspy
Been past finish line, can't pass me
No, no, please don't sass me
Got the gun right there on the backseat
Chillin' with my dawg like Lassie
Two right feet, never left me
Count up the salad with the dressing
[Bridge]
I make a hundred million so you know I ain't never rusty
I make fifty million so you know I ain't never rusty
I make twenty million so you know I ain't never rusty
I make ten million so you know I ain't never rusty
Bitch, I made five million, now I'm tryna run that check up

[Chorus]
Bitch, I made five million
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I could go to sleep, but you know I'm better up
Put the AP, Muller and the Prezi up
Young nigga, better get your bezel up
Young nigga, better get your fetty up
Gettin' money from the shows and the radio
Whippin' out the bowl like Betty, ho
There's many niggas in my circle, fit Cheerio
That's nothin', these niggas is a joke
(Waves)
Check 'em out, we got smoke
No, you do not rock no Gucci
Bitch, you is a ghost, ooh
Pull up in a Ghost, ooh
We scream success, then toast, ooh
[Refrain]
Nothing but bad hoes all up in my section, yeah
In my new crib, treat the restroom like a sex room, uh
She gon' suck it up, on the PJ, I get jet blown, uh
Diamonds flawless on the necklace, these the best stones, ooh

[Chorus]
Bitch, I made five million
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up
Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Billy (After You)[Intro]
Bye-bye, lil' bitch
Lil Uzi Vert, bitch
Slimes in this bitch
Said there's slimes in this bitch
Said there's slimes in this bitch
Slimes in this bitch
Said there's slimes in this bitch
Said there's slimes in this bitch

[Verse]
Forty degrees, grab the Moncler (Moncler)
I can fuck your bitch 'cause you not there (Not there)
Yes, I had the sauce since the highchair (Highchair)
I chased all my dreams, called it nightmare (Yeah, yeah), uh
Cartier bracelet worth sixty thousand
Different colors in my chain like a talking [?]
I was on six different drugs, please don't tell nobody (Shh, shh)
Hermes belt same color as that circle molly (Yeah, yeah)
VVs same price as the Gucci Louis
She super moody, but she top me in the super two-seat
1600, uh, make me do it, I'ma prove it (Yeah)
Silencer on my K, but not talkin' Ksubi
Basically, I got them choppas just like Call of Duty (Lil Uzi, crazy)
Basically, I'm rocking Balmains like they fuckin' Nudies
Whoop a nigga ass, beat a nigga ass, 21 sue me
Yeah, I got addicted to winnin' not losin'
I can't fuck with no 12 we movin'
Its 11, well by 12, we movin'
I don't go nowhere with no toolie
Passed the bitch just 'round and 'round like a hula hoop
Passed her off like this to my homie
You with the talkin', boy, that's what the noodles do
We got the choppas so that's what the shooters do
We got the beams and the ones that's gon' shoot at you
.40 got kick, better tell me to move at you
That's the same .40 that go through your cuticles
That's the same .40 that boom with that sonic boom
Girl, you so mad, girl, you so sad
I give her dick and I knock out her attitude
I get the guap, "Uzi, they used to laugh at you (Guap)
Uzi, you condom, she won't put the trap on you
Uzi, I swear these niggas, they not half of you
All of these demons and angels, they after you"
I am the only one that exists, so all of these and angels and demons, they after you
Countin' this guap, so these niggas, they after you
You is my son so I can't be after you
Rollie baguette' stones
AP that touch toes
But they cost more than your whip, and your home (Yeah)
Pockets fat like Sherman, my shit on swole
These niggas rat like vermon, he already told
Move around like a ferret, no backbone
My new whip white like dairy, it's all orange
It's all orange like a tangerine (Tangerine)
It's just one thing just like hermes ring (hermes ring)
I was in Bergdorfs spent a hundred beans (Hundred beans)
I just bought some Gucci and some Louboutins (Louboutins)
Bitch, I'm livin' wild and my lifestyle mean (Lifestyle mean)
I just fucked two bitches in my living room (Yeah, yeah)
Living room so big can live in my living room (Ayy, ayy)
Living room so big, ain't make it to my bedroom
So much swag in my closet like a fitting room
Chanel on my sheets, this a king room (LV)
This that "I can drip and don't say a word"
They play me overseas like I am [?] (That's funny, that's funny, that's funny)
Toss a brick at D, I could move them birds
Got it on the thirty-first, moved it by the first
Said I don't give a fuck, this a Chanel purse (Yeah)
It cost more than hers, it costs more than hers (More than hers)
I spent eighty-thousand, that was just on hers
Spent two-hundred thousand, that was just on jackets
Rockin' that mink, rockin' chinchilla, rockin' that brown jackrabbit (Ayy)
But only, 'cause if I ruin that bitch once, and then, nigga, you can just have it
Okay, this molly is all in my punch
Just like eat lobster and shrimp for lunch
Marilyn Manson so I can eat brunch
Diamonds all water, it look like I dunked
Right in the tank, man, I just did it
I got them Perkies, they all in my stomach (What?)
I got the gas, it's all in my lungs (Huh?)
We put them hollow-tips right in the drum (Lil Uzi)
Hope you don't think I'm dumb (Hope you don't think I'm dumb)
Hope you don't think I'm soft (Hope you don't think I'm soft)
Hope you don't think you can play with my heart (You don't think that)
If you do, got some shit that'll tear you apart (Grah-grah)
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Senor Guapo[Intro]
Tell her got bankroll
I tell her got bankroll
I tell her got bankroll
I tell her got bankroll

[Chorus]
Got so much money, I'm a flexer
Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya
One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up
Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up
Got so much money, I'm a flexer
Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya
One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up
Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up

[Verse 1]
I'm getting money, not a stressor
If ya bitch on me, I'ma F her
Put her on my squad, they gone stretch her
Nigga ain't stupid, If he try test us
Cuz we got them uzi's, or them techs uh
We got extendos, bruh you get wet up
We got them things now that'll stretch ya
We don't do body, aim at yo neck up
Count money photos, that's a no no
Cause if you owe bro you catch this 4-4
Count money photos, that's a no no
Cause if you owe bro you catch this 4-4
[Chorus]
Got so much money, I'm a flexer
Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya
One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up
Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up
Got so much money, I'm a flexer
Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya
One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up
Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up

[Verse 2]
Paper don't fold now, got bankroll now
Rock yellow gold now, that shit old now
Platinum my Rollie, need like four now
Making me millions, that's my goal now
Say you ain't know me, why you jaw me
Running through hit hoes, that don't owe me
Say you ain't know me, why you jaw me
Running through hit hoes, that don't owe me

[Chorus]
Got so much money, I'm a flexer
Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya
One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up
Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up
Got so much money, I'm a flexer
Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya
One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up
Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gas HimLyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
Please don't gas him, gas him, gas him, gas him
Baby girl, he broke and that's a fact so please don't gas him
Heard you was in Aspen
Drinking coo-coo, skiing, tubing, sledding
I'm cold in a cabin
If I would've took you, would've had you in a mansion
The one with the fountain, the one with the Phantom
That's just so example
I rock my Vlone hoodie 'cause it is V for Vestion

[Verse]
No, you cannot pass me
Hold on, ho, can't pass me
Tryna take over my style, make it tacky
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Racist[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, let's go (Let's go, Mario)
Yeah, alright (Lil Uzi Vert)
Let's go, let's go (A Boogie)
Alright (Woah), let's go (Woah)
Alright

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stackin' the money all the way from the floor, I swear that this shit is amazing (Yeah)
I don't understand how I keep gettin' richer 'cause this money, I am not savin', no (No)
Don't understand why your girl keep on callin' me, no I'm not the one that savin', no
V-12 that's all on my whip, that's the reason why a nigga be racin' (Skrr)
Uh, V-12 that's all on my whip, that's the reason why a nigga be racin', yeah
We knock off the competition, go for the kill, no, we not gonna graze him, uh
Yeah, gotta have patience, yeah, I fuck your bitch 'til she shakin', yeah (Let's go)
New York vibe with me, she Haitian, yeah
Swaggin' so hard, it's a flagrant, yeah
Swaggin' so hard, it's a flagrant, uh
You fell in love with a basic
Diamonds all white, I'ma base it
I swear this shit is evasive, uh
These niggas, they turned to rats, woah
I saw your name on the paper, uh
Ten million for my new crib, woah
I saw Lil Vert on the paper, uh
I swear my house is too big (Big)
I don't even know my neighbours (Who that?)
They got G-Wagons and shit, yeah (Woah)
I think my neighbours, they Asian (Get money)
Man, I wish I just had money
Sometimes I wish that I wasn't even famous (No)
I don't even think it sometimes, I just live in the moment, my new whip is brainless (Woah)
Life is the worst pain, so all the pain that y'all bring me is painless
I just pulled up with a lil' nice bitch and try say she a dime, that ain't even my main chick (No)
Tell 'em get out my way, yeah, I need space, yeah
Tell 'em get out my way, uh, I swear I need space, uh
Tell her get out my way, uh, tell her get out my face, yeah
I'm not worried 'bout them (At all), 40 that's on my waist, yeah
I blend in, camo, I mix my bev, yeah (Bev, yeah)
I know that's his girl but that's my bae (Let's go)
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
You know I'm addicted to money, if I cannot get it, I swear I'ma take it
And bitches be all on my dick, but they only on me 'cause they know that I'm famous
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Alive[Intro]
Stay back, yeah you
Ah, ah, ah, ah, starting the fights
You get it, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
I know that girl makes me feel so alive
I don't know what this feeling is inside
Ever since that girl got up in my ride
Keep it one hundred, you know she gon' ride
She sit on top and you know she gon' ride
Spin right around, keep that gun right inside
This whole thing started from a couple lies
On the real I hope that that girl won't lie

[Verse]
To me, um yeah, boy, yeah, you ain't me
Boy, you ain't fleek, like boy, you a flea
Knowing that you call, yeah (Knowing that you call, yeah)
No credit card, yeah, bankroll on me (Bankroll on me, yeah)
Go, bankroll on me, yeah
Go, bankroll on me, yeah
Bankroll on me, yeah

[Chorus]
I know that girl makes me feel so alive
I don't know what this feeling is inside
Ever since that girl got up in my ride
Keep it one hundred, you know she gon' ride
She sit on top and you know she gon' ride
Spin right around, keep that gun right inside
This whole thing started from a couple lies
On the real I hope that that girl won't lie
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Puff[Intro]
Tell a nigga something, ho, Tell a nigga something ho!
(Good work, Charlie!)

[Verse 1]
Okay, lots of the money, bet it though
Bet you can’t take nothing from me
Back in 10th grade when I had the Gumby
Now I'm 19 and I still got the gun, b
Got the 9 millimeter and pack in the undies
If you my son how the fuck you got son me
Bitch said she love me but hoe I don’t love you
If you for real thot, I do not love you, I just wanna fuck you
Got me a piece of the puzzle
You can bring your friend I don’t wanna cuddle
If she from motor ball then her friend scoop it up then its right back to the huddle
So many hoes it look like an army, they march to my dick like hut two
And rifle with knife on the end of it so when I run out of bullets I cut you
She ask me my name and I said they call me Vert
Double Cup full of mud mouth full of dirt
If it ain't xanny them I'm on the purp
Sippin' the syrup now I'm slurring words
Look in the mirror, now I see a curse
When I saw cara she looked good at first
Now I see models that bitch be the worst
Now I see models that bitch be the worst
[Chorus]
Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe
If I ain’t eating why I’m living so comfortable
And if I ain't skeetin' I never claimed I fucked a hoe
All these bitches at my concert I’m bout to fuck the show
Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe
If I ain't eating why I'm living so comfortable
And if I ain't skeetin' I never claimed I fucked a hoe
All these bitches at my concert I’m bout to fuck the show

[Verse 2]
Okay shoutout to Dre shoutout to Tina
They getting married in Jamaica next season
I’m gonna be there with 26 women
Once I touch down yeah I probably ain't leaving
Lot of these rappers yeah they got some secrets
I ain't with [?] cause a nigga be feasting
Got bitches butt naked going out to eat and
Niggas they change on you just like seasons
Lil Uzi Vert yeah that nigga a demon
Fuckin' yo bitch and she eatin' my semen
Niggas be hatin' because they get eaten
She ain't got asthma but I leave her wheezin'
Sweating me heavily bitch keep on breathin'
Vicki and Ebony they keep on screamin'
I keep on skeetin'
Calling on jesus, in the two seater
Lean by the liter
I can not fuck with a bitch
If she ain’t fuckin' the clique, if she ain't sucking a dick
After I'm done Vert be ducking her quick
Working the back with the fifth
Ain’t got the cash, I ain't fronting you shit
Drinking on lean I ain't puffing a spliff
Watch getting loose cause I'm flexing the wrist
And you on the phone while I’m texting the bitch
And I be blessing a bitch when she licking the tip
And you be kissing that bitch like, Uzi ain’t nut on her lips
I be a dog, every bitch know I'm a pimp
Minus the ring and the cane and the limp
Benihana eating lobster and shrimp
What I paid for these is probably your rent
[Chorus]
Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe
If I ain't eatin' why I'm living so comfortable
And if I ain't skeetin I never claimed I fucked a hoe
All these bitches at my concert I'm bout to fuck the show
Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe
If I ain't eatin' why I’m living so comfortable
And if I ain't skeetin' I never claimed I fucked a hoe
All these bitches at my concert I’m bout to fuck the show3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Underworld[Chorus]
(Damn)
Starboy
Stars all on my wraith (My wraith)
Millionaire bitches
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Stars all in my face
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
I can't blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession (No no)
She try say I'm funny cause she the one got rejected (Yeah yeah)
He try say I'm fruity cause he starin' at my necklace (Pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (Come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk, I don't read no message (No)
Haters gon' lie (Lie)
But that shit don't apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That's thirteen plus one (One)
Fourteen plus two (Yeah)
16 to the reverend (16)
I ain't ever talk to them (16)
Till my family gave all my blessings

[Verse]
Mandatory to the guap
Bitch I'm married to the cheese
Got big hunnids in my nuts (Nuts)
Got blue faces in my jeans (Yeah)
She love when I hit that spot
But girl now you gotta leave (Leave)
Cause I know that you a thot
Yeah, I know know (Yeah)
Yeah, I get so alone (Alone)
I get so high (High)
I be so zoned (Zoned)
Yeah, couldn't believe that I made it here (Oh my god)
Yeah, this my year (This my year)
Well then again, every year my year (Yeah)
Dark skin girl with me with long hair (Hair)
She whip that shit around like she don't care
She mixed with Hong Kong (Yeah)
I'ma live in the moment until the sun's gone (Damn)
Jump in the crowd with all my items, now my phone's gone
We got acres on our crib, now the loans gone (Mansions)
We can't even see our neighbors, man they far gone (Facts)
I'm far out alien rockstar (Damn)
I'm a t-rex that wish for long arms (Yeah)
I got an invitation that's for all whores (Come on)
I got one key, open all doors (The master)
Man I been had that swag, don't want that no more (3 years ago)
Don't shop at them stores, man, it's all yours (Go ahead)
Them girls see me once now they all aboard (Let's go)
My mom used to want carpet but we got heated hard floors (Damn)
[Chorus]
Starboy
Stars all on my wraith (My wraith)
Millionaire bitches
Stars all in my face (My face)
I can't blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession (No no)
She try say I'm funny cause she the one got rejected (Yeah yeah)
He try say I'm fruity cause he starin' at my necklace (Pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (Come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk, I don't read no message (No)
Haters gon' lie but that shit don't apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That's thirteen plus one (One)
Fourteen plus two (Yeah)
Sixteen to the reverend (Sixteen)
I ain't ever talk to them (No)
Till my family gave all my blessings (Damn)

[Chorus]
Starboy
Stars all on my wraith (My wraith)
Millionaire bitches
Stars all in my face (My face)
I can't blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession (No no)
She try say I'm funny cause she the one got rejected (Yeah yeah)
He try say I'm fruity cause he starin' at my necklace (Pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (Come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk, I don't read no message (No)
Haters gon' lie but that shit don't apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That's thirteen plus one (One)
Fourteen plus two
Sixteen to the reverend (Sixteen)
I ain't ever talk to them (No)
Till my family gave all my blessings
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You Over There*Lyrics from Snippets

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, yeah, you, huh
You over there, yeah (You over there)
You with that rear, uh (Rear)
Girl, come here, uh (Girl, come here)
Made me stop and stare, uh
No, it's not fair, uh
Ass so fat, uh (Ass so fat)
She can't sit in the chair, uh

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I done walked up in that bitch with the guap
No, it's not one time I talked to the the opps
Been fucked your bitch, that girl my favorite thot (Yeah)
Pull up that Glock with the dot
Nigga talk shit, you get popped in the mouth
Ran in his spot, he got popped in his house
No bank account, hide my knots in the couch (Woo)
I'm in the streets, I'm out and about
Can't wait to meet, bitch, my chopper go off
Got your bitch with me, I think that she lost
Her pussy tight, put it in she said "ouch"
Ooh, smokin' on gas in my ride
Eliantte, this not Avi
I got the drip like an IV
My bitch beside me
I am 5' 5", she's like five feet
I seen these niggas tryna copy
These niggas can't tie my sneaks, uh
These niggas, I swear they phony
These niggas, I swear that they full of baloney
I swear that these niggas, they tried to just clone me
I swear, but they not me
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, huh, you, huh (What?)
You over there, yeah (You over there)
You with that rear, uh (You with that rear)
Girl, come here, uh (Girl, come here)
Made me stop and stare, uh (Made me stop and stare)
No, it's not fair, uh (No, it's not fair)
Ass so fat, uh (Ass so what?)
She can't sit in the chair, uh
Hey, hey, huh, you, huh (What?)
You over there, yeah (You over there)
You with that rear, uh (You with that rear)
Girl, come here, uh (Girl, come here)
Made me stop and stare, uh (Made me stop and stare)
No, it's not fair, uh (No, it's not fair)
Ass so fat, uh (Ass so what?)
She can't sit in the chair, uh

[Verse 2]
Oops, excuse my French, uh
I'd rather save these emeralds (Yeah)
I understand Kylie Jenner tooken, so I might go for Kendall (Uh)
These niggas lame as shit
I'm like a iPad, that boy like a Kindle (Huh)
I was so high, man, I drove to McDonald's
Only thing I could get, was a McGriddle (Griddle)
Okay, I'm back, walk with the thigh pack
Two hoes, I'm Malcolm in the Middle, yeah
I was smokin' on some Do-Si-Dos
And I had to roll up some Zkittlez
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Did It on My Own[Verse 1]
I buy a rollie, my dog he buy a Audemars
Cop off, cop off, we havin' a copoff
You the type off nigga to tip a cop off
Miami nights and I'm riding with the top off
Two bitches on my dick they havin a top off
Have 'em screamin' in the ghost, phantom of the Opera
Please excuse all these diamonds in my Tic-Toca
All this gold on me lookin' like a fuckin' Oscar
You claim you Thug but you friends with the judge
And that tellin' shit yeah its probably your honor
And I'm finna put a slug up in a pretender cause these haters'll be the one that'll be the main jocker
And I'm colder than winter but
I'ma  winter shop at Lenox  ATL balling with my whole damn blocka
Don't owe a nigga or a bitch shit
All my old hoes actin' like they miss me
But they need to stop it
Now they found out I got a few dollars
Now they wanna holler
But I still make a bitch chew and swallow
Sippin' champagne out the motherfuckin' bottle
Swear to god I almost fell in love with a model
Til' I found out she fucked the whole 2 Live Crew, wait
She fucked the 2 live crew?
I ain't even know they still had a deal
Shoutout to Uncle Luke I wanna be just like you
Rest in peace to my cousin Kurt
I swear to god I wanna get those niggas
The same way they got you
[Chorus]
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars crib and the money
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
You can hate I think its funny
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars crib and the money
You can hate I think its funny
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars crib and the money
You can hate I think its funny
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars crib and the money
You can hate I think its funny
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars crib and the money
You can hate I think its funny
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
[Verse 2]
Told my momma the rap shit was a joke
Til I came in the crib with that Givenchy coat
My grandma been with it from the jump
Fuck the slice she can have the whole loaf
Member when my cousin grind all night
Ran out of work, so he started choppin up soap
Wish I was there the night he got shot, R.I.P to weat
Now me Sia and gonna fuckin' toast for all the niggas didn't make it out the fuckin, makin sure its all good
I need to put a lot money on my Uncles books
So I keep making tracks by the fuckin' flood
Now I get a lil fame now all the bitches lovin' us
Man I swear thats how it never was
Philidelphia niggas we all animals
They tell me to slow down I start sippin' mud
And the shit I never was into
Stage divin', 50 thousand in the fuckin' venue
Niggas talkin bout they know the real you
Listen to you're track, say you're trash, but they feel you
Listen to you everyday but try to grill you
Write the worst verses on your instrumental
I make the speaker bleed like a fuckin' menstrual
Same crackers paying me a beatle wasn't in to

[Chorus]
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars cribs and the money
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
You can hate I think its funny
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars crib and the money
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars cribs and the money
You can hate I think its funny
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
Cars cribs and the money
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
You can hate I think its funny
Cars crib and the money
Yeah I did it on my own
Yeah I did it on my own
You can hate I think its funny
Yeah I did it on my own
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Weirdo[Intro]
She said she don't need me or nobody
She keep lying talking 'bout she ain't got bodies (Ain't got bodies)
She keep lying to me saying she ain't got bodies ([?])
She keep lying to me saying she ain't got bodies (Oh my god)
Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?

[Verse]
Turn up, baby, with no Molly (Ooh)
Minerals, they running through my body (Runnin' through my body)
She said "Uzi, could you put it all inside me?" (All inside me)
Tweaking and geeking, we throwing the bands at the Follies
Bitches, they proud of me 'cause I made it out, no doubt (No doubt)
I fuck your bitch and I put my dick all in her mouth (All in her mouth, mouth)
My crib so big, put a house in a house
My girl tried to leave me, no, my house not a home
My diamonds look like ice cream with no cone
Funny boys been getting them money so they my clones
Yeah, your girl all in my hair so I probably need to get a comb
80 racks, 85 racks, like 80 racks for my show
Sweater on my body and it's Comme des Garçons
Yeah, 'cause it's cold
Your new bitch, yeah, she old
New money, don't fold
Encyclopedia with the guap (Guap)
Fuck the media aside (Yeah)
Diamonds all in my locks
Diamonds all in my rocks
Mixing dimes in my shoes
Diamonds all in my socks
Bake a nigga like he ziti
Whip it up in the pot
Fucking bitches off the TV
Pussy wet like a squeegee
Water water with no Figi
Standing up with my feet where her knees be
Begging please when she eat me
That girl said she need me
My coat from Dover
I ain't cop this from Neiman's (Whoa)
In the pussy and I'm dreaming
He trying to say I'm the demon
(Ayy, Brandon, why you do that?)
'Cause his bitch ate the semen
'Cause his bitch ate the seal
'Cause his bitch ate the pill
I heard he a snitch
I heard he took a deal
Man, that's [?] (Ayy)
This a test, just a drill
Nigga talking 'bout them clips
30s and them 50 rails
Yeah, my crib so big
I got thirty, fifty rails
I got ten doors
With eight doorbells
I got a couple whips
I got a couple dips
Know I got a couple chips
So I can take a couple trips
I can fuck on your va
Make her my situation (Yeah)
Fuck her on vacation
In her jaw like a spacer (Yeah)
Overseas, looking for my new ho
Man, I feel like it's taken
Come on, baby, let me make it
No eye doctor, they can't check it
I like when you're naked
Your old man was so broke
So that means you was tasteless (Yeah)
Masked up like I'm Jason (Ayy)
Frostbite in the Rollie (Whoa)
Big diamonds in the jacket (Lil Uzi)
Fuck your bitch, she can't take it (Yeah)
Maybach on my Wraith (Yeah, ayy)
[Outro]
She tried to act like she taken (Yeah)
Fuck a bitch with my greatness
Gettin' strong from the pot (Yeah)
Treat the brick like a weightlift
Turn off at night (Yeah)
'Cause you know I got the day shift
What'd you say?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ridiculous*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Lil Uzi Vert, haha
This slaps so hard, man (Yeah)
This shit so (Yeah)
It go hard, man (Yeah)
Watch (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Made that bitch suck it up right in the chair (Yeah)
I don't know that bitch but I told her, "Come here" (Yeah)
I got the guap, my name is Symere (Ayy)
It's nice to meet you, now, who is that there? (Ayy)
That is your friend? Oh, do you share? (Uh, uh)
Won't tell nobody, baby, I swear (Shh)
That is two baddies, the grand finale
I got a check, look like Italian (Yeah)
Stay with the bands just like Italian (Phew)
Um, my clan don't matter the climate
Um, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (What?)
Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin'
Had to go run back thе swag like a housewife
Wеnt to the dinner, step-boy like I'm Rodman
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "Fuck Maserati" (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish)
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh)
These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish)
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh)
These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Trap on the block, I'm missin' the zip (Woo, woo)
Ride through my block, your whip'll get flipped (Woo, woo)
If he owe me money then I'm chippin' his bitch (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas pussy, they missin' a slit (Yeah)
What's the location? Got sticks in this bitch (Yeah)
I paid a lot so no missin' the hit (Uh-uh)
I took his thot, got him missin' his bitch (Frrp)
Countin' the guap while I'm dickin' your chick (Okay)
Trap out the UBER, do hit out the Lyft
Don't shop at Saks, I can't do that on Fifth
These niggas don't even know I exist
I fuck his bitch and that shit like a myth
Uh, Marni on Marni, need more
She clean it up like the dick was a chore
Money on top but it start from the floor
We done bought everything up in the store
[Chorus]
I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish)
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh)
These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish)
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh)
These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Platinum[Intro]
(Wheezy Beats)
Do what I want
Now I do what I want, now I do what I want, yeah
Now I do what I want, now I do what I want
Now I do what I want

[Verse]
I was one duckin' from the haters
I was one duckin' from the clones
First one rockin' Skolott
First one rockin' Vlone
Mix that, that's Skolone
My new watch two-tone
No, I don't take down tone
Murakami all on the phone
Call Murakami on the phone
Put some flowers on the bone
Call Pharrell on the phone
Skateboard P ice cream, no cone
Bought everything at the mall so I don't shop at the mall
Buy Louboutins over the phone
Got a triple with my girls with the bone
Big ass diamonds like a stone
No, I can't read your palm
But I might eat at the Palm
All my clothes from Milan
But I got this in America and I don't wait in line
I'm live and green like slime
I turned to Frankenstein, yeah
[Chorus]
She keep calling my phone, now she all in love
Love, it is a drug, her last man was a scrub
He only had a dub, walk around with five dubs
Real one in my blood, minerals keep me up
Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up
Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up
Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up

[Outro]
She keep calling my phone, now she all in love
Love, it is a drug, her last man was a scrub
He only had a dub, walk around with five dubs
Real one in my blood, minerals keep me up
Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up
Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up
Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up
I was one when I was in the cut
I was one and did it on my own3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The 1[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah)
And this Lil Uzi Vert and, um (Okay)
The wave (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Okay, woah)
Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here, woah, okay)

[Chorus]
I knew you were the one (Woah, yeah)
I ain't finished, never done (Okay)
Neck be shining like the Sun (Yeah)
Smokin', feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy
Hit it once, never sprung (Woah, listen, ayy)
We ain't ever known to run (Woo)
Not even for a check (Let's go)
I be smokin' out my lungs (Yeah)
I can't even hold my breath (Woah)
Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest (Yeah)
Make her suck me 'til I'm numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress (Let's go, let's go)

[Verse 1]
Foreign girl with me, that's just for the week
I stay with some foreign shit on my feet
Stay with a foreign whip, this not a lease
I got bitches from the west to the east
Lil Uzi Vert turn that girl straight to a freak
If she a good girl, that bitch gonna eat
I make her tired, she walk on her knees (Let's go)
Woah, yeah, Toyo my tires, that's all on my feet
28 inches, that's all on my Jeep
I just started my life, but I'm in it too deep
Don't get on live 'cause they plottin' on me
These niggas lyin', they no friend of me
Back of they mind, they still my enemy
Only way they stop me, probably need ten of me
Never gonna happen hundred million years
I probably done been a hundred million clear
Ports, yeah, that's a jet, Leer
Tesla truck, automatic steer
Shave it all off, don't need no Nair
Leave that girl wetter than a tear (Yeah, yeah, let's go)
[Chorus]
I knew you were the one (Woah, yeah)
I ain't finished, never done (Let's go)
Neck be shining like the Sun (Bloaw)
Smokin', feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy
Hit it once, never sprung (Woah, listen, ayy)
We ain't ever known to run (At all)
Not even for a check (Let's go)
I be smokin' out my lungs (Yeah)
I can't even hold my breath (Woah)
Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest (Yeah)
Make her suck me 'til I'm numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I just hope her mouth stop the stress (Stress)
Hope her mouth stop me thinking (Let's go)
Cartier on my eyes, VVS, I ain't blinkin' (Uh)
Yeah, the feelings I get, I swear it is not the same
Tell me what you want, do you want love or you want fame? (Woah)
Better hurry up and make your mind up
No location on me, so you can't find us
All my bust downs got the wrong time 'cause you don't know when time's up (Let's go)
For the time being, stay with a model that look like Tyra
Uh, what is those all on your feet? Yeah
Wrist, uh, Patek Philipe, elite
I am the best, they can't beat, uh
Staying up, don't get no z's (Let's go), yeah
No ranch, I stay with the strips, yeah
Pockets, they full of blue cheese (Ah-choo), ayy
Swag, I swear that's my disease, yeah
That girl that you want, that's the one that I need
[Chorus]
I knew you were the one (Woah, woah, yeah)
I ain't finished, never done (Done)
Neck be shining like the Sun (Woah)
Smokin', feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy
Hit it once, never sprung (Woah, listen, ayy)
We ain't ever known to run (No)
Not even for a check (Let's go)
I be smokin' out my lungs (Yeah)
I can't even hold my breath (Woah)
Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest (Yeah)
Make her suck me 'til I'm numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress (Yeah)

[Outro]
Let's go, I just hope her mouth stop the stress
Yeah, I just hope her mouth stop the stress
Yeah, [?]
Me and Wheezy, that's a wave
Tell the girl I want sex
Let's go, I just hope her mouth stop the stress
Yeah, I just hope her mouth stop the stress
Yeah, [?]
Me and Wheezy, that's a wave
Tell the girl I want sex4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Uzi Intro[Verse 1]
These bitches can't leave me alone
I swear I had to get me a new number, I copped me like 2 or 3 phones
And when I drop Dumber, I swear it's my summer
I'm rockin' Off White or Vlone
I jump in the Hummer, skirt off with your mama
That bitch was all in my home
She suckin' the clique, fuck every for commas
Don't let me get into my zone
And if you do that, I swear you in trouble
I feel like I am alone, cause you not my brother then I cannot trust you
These bitches be choosin' the most
You don't got no money then I don't even want you
My bands got up overnight, I'm fuckin' bitches, get money, I'm that muthafucka

[Verse 2]
We winnin', we winnin', we winnin', whoever doubt that, well we winnin'
4K on my Chanel pretendin', you kissin her lip, well my dick what she kissin'
Said hunnids, no limit, no limit, got Master P money, bitch don't got a limit
Said hunnids, no limit, no limit, got Master P money, bitch don't got a limit
I need that table and 37, AK with that MAC-11
Fuckboy bad then count his blessin', kill 'em all and leave you on a stretcher
Pencil this shit and learn your lesson, my gun hold like 47 plus 3, so you know my big gun we will knock down Mt. Everest24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rockstar (Party With the Demons)*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
Party with the demons
Yes, her body left, but her soul stayed (No)
Psycho anywhere, she has road rage (Woah)
She is so self-conscious 'cause her old age (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
How you doin' out there?
I said "How you doin' out there?"...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Live It Up (Countin’ Money)[Intro]
FKI
Skirr!

[Hook]
Gettin' money, countin' mad dough, Young nigga gonna live it up
Audi R8, hella ice, you just got none, spit it up
Imma bring my team with me, made sure that I split it up
Japanese mixed with Brazilian, all my hoes be mixed up
Countin' money, I'm countin' money, Countin' money, I don't get enough
Countin' money all day and night, Countin' money, I don't get enough
Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I don't get enough
Countin' money, countin' money, Lil Uzi don't get enough

[Verse 1]
I ain't really interested in her, if she ain't tryna let me fuck
Swerving in a new Bentley, ridin' 'round with a million bucks
I know haters I got plenty, but I don't give a million fucks
Walk around I could see, dozing off of a million drugs
Hit, your ass just with the snow
Hang with the drug dealers and the thugs
Okay I swear that I'm in the mud
Okay I swear that I'm sipping mud
My bitch so dirty I need a bag
My bitch so spoiled, she need a bag
Celine, the Hermes, the Birkin bag
Spent ten thousand for my bitch, yeah
[Hook]
Gettin' money, countin' mad dough, Young nigga gonna live it up
Audi R8, hella ice, you just got none, spit it up
Imma bring my team with me, made sure that I split it up
Japanese mixed with Brazilian, all my hoes be mixed up
Countin' money, I'm countin' money, Countin' money, I don't get enough
Countin' money all day and night, Countin' money, I don't get enough
Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I don't get enough
Countin' money, countin' money, Lil Uzi don't get enough

[Bridge]
Gas, gas lean lean lean [?] xannie [?]
Gas lean lean lean gas, lean lean xan [?]
Gas lean lean lean gas lean lean lean xan[?]
[?]

[Verse 2]
I am important (portant)
You know the regular flexin finessin, I swear that I'm ballin (ballin)
Most of these niggas can't do what I do so they stallin (stallin)
You still tryna argue with me hold on, "hello?"
Your baby mama be callin

[Hook]
Gettin' money, countin' mad dough, Young nigga gonna live it up
Audi R8, hella ice, you just got none, spit it up
Imma bring my team with me, made sure that I split it up
Japanese mixed with Brazilian, all my hoes be mixed up
Countin' money, I'm countin' money, Countin' money, I don't get enough
Countin' money all day and night, Countin' money, I don't get enough
Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I don't get enough
Countin' money, countin' money, Lil Uzi don't get enough4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Got Bandz[Intro]
Please, enter your password
First, get this message
Vert, I don't know what the fuck you're doing right now
But you better not be fucking no hoes to that dirty ass beat
Sorry
Vert, I need some dick right now
And my man ain't home, so come over
Nigga, and you better call me back
End of message, delete

[Verse 1]
I got all types of hoes, some of them love 'em
Most of them don't, some of them suck dick
Some of them won't
Some of them humble and some of them flaunt
And some of them skinny, but most of them thick
Got college bitch and she major in dick
Got me a bitch used to be a Crip and she still got the 40 on her hip
Got me a bitch that love to suck dick and it's kinda funny, she got a lisp
And I got me a bitch that love designer bitch
Love that Givenchy and love that Saks 5th
Got me a bitch, she with the shit
Mushrooms and acid she stay off a trip
Man, enough about these bitches
[Verse 2]
Jewish bitch feed to me Latkes
After that spin her ass like a dreidel
I'm kickin' that shit just like soccer
And I'm plugged in like illegal cable
And if you is my main topper, then you all up on my table
My bitch look like Katara and she ride my dick like Opera
Fizzy murder, he a shotta and I wanna be like Silkk Da Shocker
And I made a lot of different of profits
Went from the noodles to the steak and the salads
And I'm so fly, I should be a stylist and I'm higher than a pilot
Now honest, Lil' Uzi, he the hottest
Nigga

[Chorus]
I'm a man, what you sayin', you's a fan
Caught you dead on a frame, you's a lame
I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz
40K on a frame, you's a lame
I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz
What you sayin', what you sayin'?
I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz

[Verse 3]
I got bands, I got bands
Taking trips 'cause I can
To motherland, to Japan
Miami, my hoe she getting too tan
Well damn, platinum in mouth and hand
Whippin' that shit out the pan
Fillet Mignon, eating on lamb
Damn, this shit wasn't in the plan
Chain on my neck weigh kilogram
MCM scarf, the color of sand
Pink bathing apes, feel like Killer Cam
You flexin' on cam', you probably get jammed, damn
[Chorus]
I'm a man, what you sayin'?
You's a fan
Caught you dead on a frame, you's a lame
I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz
40K on a frame, you's a lame
I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz
What you sayin', what you sayin'?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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GG (Intro)[Spoken Word: GG Allin]
Where other people stop, I accelerate
People say they're gonna do shit and they don't do it
I'm going all the way with it
The ultimate rock and roll sacrifice is death
When I die I don't die, my soul goes on
It's another invention
A bottle of death is exciting
Why do I wanna get old and be nothing?
Why do I want to be a poor human being?
I wanna do what I wanna do
And get everything done as quick as I gotta do it
And get the fuck out of there, go on
And then I can accelerate into the next life
And still leave my blood here
To be the blood of rock and roll and still be here
I'll never go away
But when I'm dead I will become stronger on Earth
And I'll become more powerful in the next life
There is no death
If I kill myself that doesn't solve the mission at all
The mission goes on and on and on
And people are so fucking stupid they don't understand that
They don't understand
They think "Yo, okay, you're gonna kill yourself, well that's stupid" Well you're fucking wrong
You're stupid for getting fucking old and boring and ignorant
Just like people on the jury that convicted me
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna be part of your fucking boring world
I wanna do what I wanna do
When I wanna end my life I'm gonna fucking end it
And I'm gonna be more powerful for it
And, and, all you people who say what I'm doing is wrong
You're just so fucking insecure
That you don't have the fucking balls to do it
You wanna say you're bad
But you don't really wanna fucking be bad
You just wanna pretend you are
Well I'm really gonna fucking do it
And that's what separates the real rock and roll underground
From the people who wanna just be pretend
You know bands
They come along and follow what I do and imitate what I do
I'm not just—2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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As!an Chicks[Intro]
G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahaha

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay this purple got my eyes tight, got my eyes tight
Sip that shit til' my mind right til my mind right
You sold your soul for the limelight, for the limelight
Just bought some shit  that you can't afford for some blonde dikes

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Count something bitch, ho just count some money
I just sold a zone, spent half the profit on Givenchy
I got plenty shit, out your rim my nigga you can't find it
Oh you came wit' her
If I pull out my dick she top it
And my bitch be rollin', and rollin' off xanny pill
I look at that bitch like she crazy cuz
Purple shit just be the concoction
And my body filled up with toxins
My niggas wild out every day moshin'
Got dark skin, got light skin, got Puerto Rican bitch I got options
I'm eatin' good, nigga, that's kosher
Chopper real big fuck a holster
And if that bitch all on me I give her D except Felecia
And Lil Uzi just gettin' older, and Lil Uzi just gettin' wiser
And Lil Uzi just gettin' money, shit my pockets gettin' wider
Pray everyday cause you never know when its your time to go
Rest in peace my nigga Chico
Strong pockets but not stocky though
This bitch all on my dick stop it hoe
Know everybody u fuckin' hoe, Know everybody u toppin' hoe
So don't act different 'round me, just know you gotta go
Yes I coulda hit it but I turned it down you gotta go
Your shit so wide like hockey puck and a hockey goal
Or like spottin' my ass probably up in Montreal
Pussy wider than a god damn three day obstacle
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay this purple got my eyes tight, got my eyes tight
Sip that shit til' my mind right til my mind right
You sold your soul for the limelight, for the limelight
Just bought some shit that you can't afford for some blonde dikes
Okay this purple got my eyes tight, got my eyes tight
Sip that shit til' my mind right til my mind right
You sold your soul for the limelight, for the limelight
Just bought some shit you can't afford for some blonde dikes

[Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid]
Ok it's going down {?}
Got white got black got Puerto Rican got Asian nigga
Got a lot of whores
I be ballin' heavy, nigga talking final four
I'm riding clean, 2014
Why you riding that dinosaur
Promethazine connoisseur
All I smoke is that good shit
I'm the king in my city sitting good bitch
I'm a young black nigga and I'm hood rich10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lean[Verse 1]
Shorty spot my dick, looking just like she my hammer
Told that bitch keep the hammer on the dick
Told that bitch I am the man
Hit a nigga with the forty get fanned
Tell a nigga he get blammed
Why this nigga looking at me like he is a fan
Shorty, get the fuck outta here
Cause your bitch be geeked up, fam
Told that bitch suck on my team
Told that bitch I get the green
Drinkin' the lean
Codeine, codeine, codeine, with a little promethazine
I got the clip on that bitch and the stick hang out that bitch like that bitch is a limousine
Told that bitch I'm living can't be beat
In Los Veg, in the crib eatin', lean a cuisine
Got your hoe all up on me, I rock all the tommy
You ain't got no job, I call that nigga Tommy
Hit a nigga with the, hit a nigga with Tommy
Put a drum on the bitch, dick always in her stomach
Dick in her throat til that bitch wanna vomit
Told a nigga I'm high in the sky like a Comet
I'm gettin' money I'm countin' comma comma
I might fuck yo' momma, hit yo ass just right with the llama
I don't care about no shit, hit a bitch, feel like MC Hammer
I'm up on the shit, never going broke
Countin' ten fifteen hundred, too legit to fuckin' quit
I been giving bitches dick going in til that bitch suck my balls
If she got a cold, then I feed that bitch some how
I might move my bricks where the motherfuckin' U-Haul
I just talked to all my niggas
I got a plug from Coloradol, oops I mean Colorado
Told a bitch I go hard, play the Guitar
White bitch she live in Utah
I got all the clout, I got all the bitches
Yo wife be my hoe, Lil Uzi gonna glow
My ice bright like the snow
Told that bitch just to go, told that bitch I'm on go
[Verse 2]
Hit a nigga with the forty, AK-47
Darko, darko, .223 in it
Hit a nigga up pop his body in
Tried to move move knocked his ass off his pivot
Told my bitches to jump on my dick
Just like a frog so she have to Ribbet ribbet
I might even hit that nigga with chirp
Told that nigga just give me what its worth
Told that bitch suck my dick and make it work
I got the money nigga smokin' purp, sippin' the lean
Told your bitch I'm gettin' money
I fuck with Blue Benjis no green
That be all hundreds, I just go crazy
I told your bitch she will not be my lady
Ew you make that bitch have your baby that bitch ate my baby

[Outro]
What I say? I got all the clothes
I got everything
Countin' blue benji's, me don't fuck with green
I usually keep it green, bullets in yo' team
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Don’t Stop[Chorus]
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Bitch, don't stop
Don't stop (My nigga)
Don't stop (My nigga, my nigga)
Don't stop (My nigga)
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, bitch (My nigga, my nigga)
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, ho

[Verse 1]
Sip rosé with my nigga Will 'cause my life is amazin' (Uh-huh)
And even if I touch 60 mil', paper, what I'm still chasin'
Ain't nothin' like the higher power, third eye but first placin' (Uh-huh)
And I talk about havin' thoughts (Uh-huh) about livin' threesomes with mixed asians (Uh-huh)
I feel like Uncle Luke bitch (Uh-huh), don't stop (Uh-huh)
And if she throw it at me, I won't stop I'll just hit it (Uh-huh)
It's a lot of shit I miss, but being broke, don't miss it
And if it look like a duck and it quack like a duck, nigga don't kiss it
Money what you love, nigga? Then go get it
Codeine what I love, boy, I slow sip it
Try and get out your contract (Uh-huh), gettin' 40/60
And it's funny 'cause the sluts want my money so they all say they all miss me, damn
Real shit, real shit
And it's funny 'cause the sluts want the money so they all say they all miss me, damn
Fuck a bitch, fuck a thot
And it's funny 'cause the sluts want the—and they all say they—
You get it
[Chorus]
Don't stop
Don't stop, pop that pussy
Don't stop
Don't stop (Lil Uzi)
Bitch, don't stop (Vert)
Don't stop (Get it)
Don't stop (Young nigga)
Don't stop (Ion want it)
Yeah, on God
Lil Vert
Lil Uzi, bitch
Suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick ho (Pew pew pew pew pew pew, pew pew)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shoulda Never[Verse 1]
Okay, we know you gon' snitch if they gon' sentence you
So we put trackers on our bullets, no time for the missing you
And even if they catch the flu, 'round flu season, not sick as you
And I hang around young killers that don't know where residuals is
Okay, I make songs, that's gonna make my pockets big
Okay, I make songs that get recited by your kids
They don't wanna handle love but broads got pictures of me on their cribs
And this is what it is, Got a big uzi on my ribs
Ya, uh, your life is ruined, that boy he doomed, I was in my room
And when I'm all done, better play this at my tomb
That's no time soon, I got too many moons
I got too many Rollies, cеrtificates my evidencе
Now I'm too turnt up, when the molly settle in
Laughin' to the bank, count blue money, heckling
Yes, they know my name, you don't know who's better then me

[Chorus]
Lose my mind, you never know (Yeah)
I just might (Yeah) Might just blow (Oh)
Off anything, I say you know it go
Make her drop it all way to the floor
I shoulda never let that go
I shoulda never let that go
She drop that thing all way to the floor
I shoulda never let that go
[Verse 2]
Everything I say come out my head
And I run on the beat like that shit was a tread'
Inside the car, blue, outside red
I don't know where she live, met the hoe at Liv
I got chanel, like the shit proquete
Gotta fight, nigga and cut the bow-liter bed
And she wanna suck it up right in the 'coupe
But I got uncomfortable from the head
Everything I say come out my head
Even though I am a real hard head
She say "hit it slow", I hit it fast
Now tell me girl what would you do with the cash
You'd probably go buy a bag, and a ass
We goin' back to back, maybach
I might just drop the top on the rack
To show you I really don't throw on them racks
Okay, I walk with the sack, this my big boy swag
They said "You spendin' all of that?" Don't worry I'ma get it back
See you lookin' for a job, let me fill out my app'
I got spots around my crib, no you can't find my stash
I got lights all in my driveway just to find my path
Yes, I'm certified and nominated, front my plaques
I got diamonds on my neck, and Ronan baguettes
Every time I drop a girl, I look like "Who's next?"
[Bridge]
She so fine, Ivory
I went blind, I can't see
Baby girl, please don't leave
Cause I went blind, I can't see
Now I went bad, when I ran out of cash
Went to get a bag, and I'm speakin' all facts
I said now I went bad, when I ran out of cash
Went to get a bag, and I'm speakin' all facts, uh

[Verse 3]
New Rari, race that
Pink slip, if I win take that
Don't wanna race me on the street?
We can go to human-made racetrack
Take that, take that, take that
Told her that after she taste that
We got different flavors, what's your swag?
Told the girl this is not a taste test
Yeah, this is not a taste test
Don't wanna lend a note, I hate that
Get money, nigga, hate less
What's the fee? Girl, you know I gotta check
Drop ten off ya, nigga, upset?
Nowadays walk around with a vest
Buy less chains gotta invest in a Bugatti, this not a 'Vette, yeah
Okay, talkin' 'bout that, uh, I can buy you that
Let me tie you up but you can't tie me back
Talkin' 'bout you love me want me, baby, I need that
I got different flavors, where the ice cream at?
Pull up with a new OffWhite, yeah, I'm the ice cream man
You keep talkin' 'bout OffWhite, you need to check your tan
Pull up with a new OffWhite, yeah, I'm the ice cream man
You keep talkin' 'bout OffWhite, you need to check your tan
[Chorus]
Lose my mind, you never know (Yeah)
I just might (Yeah) Might just blow
Off anything, I say you know, it go
Make her drop it all way to the floor
I shoulda never let that go
I shoulda never let that go
She drop that thing all way to the floor
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Can’t Move Me[Intro]
My car, it got two seats
Red lines on the blue seats
My car, it got two seats
Red lines on the blue—

[Chorus]
Yeah, these haters can't move me (Yeah)
These niggas can't move me (No)
Say I'm fallin' off, um, please have two seats
My pockets got blue cheese, my whip smell like blue cheese
My car, it got two seats
Red lines on the blue seats
Your girlfriend wan' chose me, my new girl in movies
I heard you were smashing that, when she called you Uzi
You know she my groupie, super scared to lose me
These haters can't move me (What?)
These niggas can't move me (Lil Uzi)

[Verse]
You think you're important, that I understand
You think you're important, that I understand (Yeah)
Drivin' in that foreign, you don't understand (No), yeah
Yeah, I be smokin' that gas, move 'round with contraband (Yeah)
Yeah, drivin' that whip so fast, girl on my side be tanned (Yeah)
Yeah, you know it's Mr. Hit-That, don't care if you got a man
Cooler than a fan, Mr. Pop-A-Rubber-Band
Hundreds in his hand (Yeah)
That's what she be sayin' when she talkin' to her friends
But I'm just assumin' she speak French 'cause she in France (What?)
Diamond on my left hand could pay four months of your rent
Diamond on my right hand look like left hand so they twins
Diamond on my right hand could pay four months of your Benz
Yeah, cousin in the kitchen whippin' chickens and them hens
Yeah, I stay with bad bitches, trade them sixes for them tens
I don't fuck with niggas 'cause these niggas ain't your friends
[Chorus]
Yeah, these haters can't move me (Yeah)
These niggas can't move me (No)
Say I'm fallin' off, um, please have two seats
My pockets got blue cheese, my whip smell like blue cheese
My car, it got two seats
Red lines on the blue seats
Your bitch she wan' chose me, my new girl like Loub' V's
I heard you were smashing that, when she called you Uzi
You know she my groupie, super scared to lose me
These haters can't move me (What?)
These niggas can't move me (Lil Uzi)

[Outro]
My car, it got two seats
Red lines on the blue seats
My car, it got two seats
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Show Me*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
(Uh-huh)
Yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Woah (Uh-huh)
It's Lil Uzi Vert

[Chorus]
Say you tough now, you gotta show me (Uh-huh)
My aim at his tire, put hole in 'em like slowly (Yeah yeah, uh-huh)
Plus these niggas tired and they so weak (Weak, uh-huh)
That nigga keep lying, keep on actin' like he know me (Me, oh, uh-huh)
I ain't gon' lie, these niggas, I swear they so phony ('Ny, ayy, uh-huh)
That nigga, he at my show, he somewhere in the nosebleeds (Bleeds, uh-huh)
Nowadays it's hard to tell who really is my homies (Ayy, uh-huh)

[Verse]
Hold on, back up boy, you not a girl, so please don't joke me (Me, uh-huh)
Way bеfore they called mе, turned into the old me (Me)
Now she on me, on me, on me, on me 'cause I'm rich (Ayy, 'cause I'm rich)
Now she on me, on me, on me, on me 'cause I'm rich (Ayy, 'cause I'm rich)
I can't lie, no, I cannot resist (Ayy, ayy, never, yeah)
I can't lie, no, I cannot resist (Uh-uh, uh-huh)
If you fuck with me then I can't get your ass a kid (Yeah, uh-huh)
Diamonds on your neck, your ears, your ankles and your wrist (Wrist, uh-huh)
I'm so fly, twenty thousand on the fit (Fit, yeah, uh-huh)
I turn slime every time I'm rockin' Rick (Rick, yeah, uh-huh)
Okay, holy moly, Kodak Rollie, five, that Mille six (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Any time I want, you know that I can make a hit (Oh yeah, uh-huh)
I'm from the trap and it is what it is (Yeah, uh-huh)
I don't do well with no compliments (Ayy, uh-uh, uh-huh)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, what's the move? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Keep on goin', y'all know I can never lose (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Not a second I ain't thinkin' about you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
This my world so you know I got the juice (Yeah)
And all these girls the same, I feel like Juice
And every time I see you, why you rude?
So tell me why you got this bad attitude? (Ayy, why?)
You say, "You love me," but I do not think that's true (Uh-uh)
I can tell that you mad, though (Mad)
And before you start yellin', I'ma blast off (Ayy, ayy)
[Break]
Yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
It's Lil Uzi Vert (Ayy, ayy)
Uh-huh
Uh-huh (Yeah)
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah)
Uh-huh (Ayy, it's Lil Uzi Vert)

[Chorus]
Say you tough now, you gotta show me (Uh-huh)
My aim at his tire, put hole in 'em like slowly (Uh-huh, yeah)
Plus these niggas tired and they so weak  (Uh-huh)
That nigga keep lying, keep on actin' like he know me (Uh-huh)
I ain't gon' lie, these niggas, I swear they so phony (Uh-huh)
That nigga, he at my show, he somewhere in the nosebleeds (Uh-huh)
Nowadays it's hard to tell who really is my homies4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cake[Intro]
Sowoot, FKi
Hi FKi

[Hook]
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls

[Verse 1]
'Member never trust these hoes
'Member never trust these hoes
'Member never trust these hoes, number one get you dough
Every day check my clothes, I've got all these different clothes
All the lean got me slow, yeah that lean got me slow
Yeah them xans got me slow, yeah them xans got me slow
Smokin' gas, can't see, Headband OG
Ten bandz on me, no friends 'round me
Only Family
All the style on me
Yeah my chopper from the store, in the range driving slow
Them niggas tried to kill my bro
Now for him, I'ma blow
Now it's just me and my bro, middle fingers to the foes
We're just focused on the dough, I've been gettin' all this dough
[Hook]
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls

[Verse 2]
I've been stayin' up late, I've been tryin' to break the bank
I was tryna crack the safe, put the diamonds in the face
Put the diamonds in the face, put the diamonds in her face
Go 200 while I race, go 200 while I race
I'm a star, I'm a star, stars on top of my wrist
Get the fuck out my face, you can't talk about no cake
Cause I've been gettin' cake
Ballin' like I'm Dr. J, ballin' like I am MJ
If she don't give the face, cancel her, Ricki Lake
Eatin' shrimp with the steak, eatin' lobster with the steak
And that's on Versace plates
I'm still tryna fuck on Shay, I'm still tryna fuck on Shay
And do not talk to me, whether ain't about the cake
[Hook]
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
I've been countin' all this cake
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls
Hundred thousand in my rolls5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Juiceman[Intro]
Someone find the boot man
Skurrt! Yeah, skurrt!

[Hook]
Somebody find the boat man
Had your bitch all in my coupe, man
You got that gun, but you ain't shootin'
Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman
Aye (aye!), aye (aye! aye!), aye
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (okay!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye! aye!)

[Verse 1]
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ, aye (okay!)
First club when I'm in LA, aye
Smokin' that gas where I lay, yeah
You can stay right in the house, aye
But you still is not safe, aye
Crackin' your head with the vase, aye
Money come every which way, aye
She spin on the dick like Beyblade, aye
My dreads they used to be braids, aye
Shootin' rappers like A Zae, aye
I am a warrior like Klay, aye
I am a shooter like Klay, aye
Take out my belt, Pootie Tang, aye
Tippy tow, tippy tay, aye
Movin', choppin' all the flakes, woo!
Yeah, I just be saucin' and dabbin'
Told your bitch to get on my dick
I been takin' these xannies, skurrt skurrt, and I'm crashin'
Yeah, somebody find a molly in the Pac-Man
My chopper turnin' you to ghosts like Pac-Man
[Hook]
Somebody find the boot man
Had your bitch all in my coupe, man
You got that gun, but you ain't shootin'
Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman
Aye (aye!), aye (aye! aye!), aye
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (okay!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye! aye!)

[Verse 2]
She on my dick like a toad, aye
I might forget her tomorrow, aye
Covered in all black like I'm Zorro, aye
Aye! Rockin' the Polo like Marco, aye
Hit a nigga with a Darko, aye
Whippin' that white with my dark hoe, aye
Quarter brick, half a brick, thirty six hundred
All of these numbers like that is a barcode, (okay!)
Why that bitch lookin' at me like "Lil Uzi can you go save me?"
Put the dick right in that bitch
And I'd out with her with her hours [?] lazy
I'm getting money so every little bitch want me and they baby
I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin', I swear I'm Bobby Flayin'
Sometimes I feel like I'm Gloin' cause Lil Uzi Super Saiyan
I am a real nigga, you is a bitch nigga, we not related
I boot up, I boot up, I boot up, I boot up now I just be shakin'
Yeah, yeah, make your bitch ass hit the pavement
[Hook]
Somebody find the boat man
Had your bitch all in my coupe, man
You got that gun, but you ain't shootin'
Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman
Aye (aye!), aye (aye! aye!), aye
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (okay!)
Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye
I feel like I am OJ (aye! aye!)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Group Chat*Lyrics from Snippet
[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Pack Runner Sav]
Hello?
Ayy, ayy, we was just watching Naruto
This bitch Sakura was kissin' on Sasuke
Oh, oh no, Pack Runner Sav comin' back, Pack Runner Sav comin' back, Pack Runner Sav comin' back, watchin' that DBZ
Goin' Super Saiyan like I'm Goku, what you mean?
Sav, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
I just talked to Adam, he got bitches in the pool (Shoutout Perma)
Yeah, he got bitches in the pool
I just talked to Adam, he got bitches in the pool (It's Lil Uzi Vert)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Backpack on me, I got big racks (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that (Ayy)
Any watch that's on my wrist, I give my bitch that (Yeah)
Technically, this girl not mine, I've got to give this bitch back
I told that ho she can leave but better give my shit back
I be rocking skinny jeans like where you put your stick at? (Oh)
Goyard bag still on my body, that's where my clip at (Yeah)
I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched

[Verse 1]
One of my bitches go with my friend and I'ma risk that
I stopped taking every drug, but Percocet, can't kick that (Ayy)
This bitch want me for my heart, I swear I need my lick back
I be on my pack runner shit, I just hit my group chat (Runner)
I feel like I'm Fletcher while you do that (Yeah)
Dirty Dan, I pull up with two straps (Dirty Dan)
Yes, I'm number one like I'm with [?] (Yeah)
Man, shoutout to my boy, Brad (What up, Brad?)
I'm so high, where I put my coupe at? (Skrrt, Skrrt)
I done dropped a four in this Fanta (Why you do that?)
Niggas tryna figure me out just like I'm Anna (Ayy)
Bitch, I am a Rickstar, Rick on my bandana (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Backpack on me, I got big racks (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that (Ayy)
Any watch that's on my wrist, I give my bitch that (Yeah)
Technically, this girl not mine, I've got to give this bitch back
I told that ho she can leave but better give my shit back
I be rocking skinny jeans like where you put your stick at?
Goyard bag still on my body, that's where my clip at (Yeah)
I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched

[Verse 2]
Yeah
No, you cannot party here (Oh, nah)
I just talked to Nick, he got a brand new Cartier (Nick)
I just talked to Jordan, yeah, he tryna ball this year (Aye)
Man, shoutout to Jaden, just like his avi, we got the same friends
(Yeah)
Man, shoutout to Josh, he brang the drink right in this bitch with a fan (Bah)
Yeah, I'm the same nigga that can't hold it steady (Yeah)
I got your bitch on my dick and she wetty
I run the world like my name was just Wesley, yeah
Diamonds in my chain, bitch, I shine like I'm [?] (Chris)
Abe in this bitch with a whole lot of loot
Hiem hit me up, a.k.a Mira Woo
Shoutout to my young nigga David, too
Whole lot of Benjis, gettin' Benjis and they blue
[Chorus]
Backpack on me, I got big racks (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that (Ayy)
Any watch that's on my wrist, I give my bitch that (Yeah)
Technically, this girl not mine, I've got to give this bitch back
(Come on)
I told that ho she can leave but better give my shit back
I be rocking skinny jeans like where you put your stick at?
Goyard bag still on my body, that's where my clip at
I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched (Yeah)

[Outro]
Shoutout Abe, yeah
Shoutout Yousef, yeah
Shoutout Bibby, yeah
Shoutout Bryce, yeah
Shoutout J.R., yeah
What's good, Mike? Yeah
Big Pack Runner Sav, yeah
Shoutout Bobby, yeah11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Goose ChaseLyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Yeah, I went to sleep (What) with a bag (With a bag, yeah)
Then I woke up with a bigger bag (A bigger bag, yeah)
She ain't have no father figure so she call me dad (So she call me dad, yeah)
I went Lambo' for my first car, I ain't want a Jag (Skrrt, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't want a Benz (Want a Benz)
You hating' on me 'cause you don't wanna win (Damn)
Saw that SLS now I just want a Benz

[Verse 1]
Yeah, AMG kick
Know she slob on my knob like it's three-six (Damn)
When I was younger, no, it wasn't cool to eat it
Now I swim in that ocean 'til I'm seasick (I do)
Stay real 'til I die and I mean it, yeah (Yeah)
Fake niggas got money too, I seen it, yeah (Yeah)
Diamonds all up on my wrist, I need three wrists, yeah (Yeah)
Damn these boys takin' my style, that's that free drip, yeah (Huh?)
That's that free drip (Yeah), don't believe her (No)
Pull up like, "Skrrt, skrrt," that two-seater (Skrrt)
From my fans, chase me like Justin Bieber (What? Damn, what?)
Everybody makes mistakes, why I ain't leave her? (Yeah)
Everybody in my face but I can't see ya (Stevie Wonder)
All these thots, they call my phone, like, "You don't need her" (Bye-bye, yeah)
This bitch is gnat, gnats, no, I don't feed 'em (Gnat, gnats)
Pescatarian, ain't no chicken in my caesar (Fish)
[Interlude]
DP on the beat

[Chorus]
Yeah, I went to sleep (What) with a bag (With a bag, yeah)
Then I woke up with a bigger bag (A bigger bag, yeah)
She ain't have no father figure so she call me dad (So she call me dad, yeah)
I went Lambo' for my first car, I ain't want a Jag (Skrrt, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't want a Benz (Want a Benz)
You hating' on me 'cause you don't wanna win (Damn)
Saw that SLS, now I just want a Benz

[Verse 2]
Where's the love, yeah, hunnids, want no dubs, yeah (Ayy)
Want no scrubs, yeah, boy, I made it out the mud, yeah (What?)
Smoke that good dope, shit that leave you stuck, yeah (Ayy)
She got good throat, shit that leave you stuck, yeah (Yeah)
I'm so high up, yeah, that's that liftoff (Wait)
You a big dog, tell what my wrist cost (Yeah)
She got that dry nose (Ayy), like a sick dog (Ayy)
I'm so high, put my clothes on like I'm Criss-Cross (Wait)
Your breath stink, you need some Lister' (Hey)
You can't smoke my blunt, I see your blister (Yeah)
I can't believe that nigga kissed her (Yeah)
Glad I missed her, glad I fucked her sister (What?)
[Interlude]
DP on the beat

[Outro]
Yeah, I went to sleep (Yuh) with a bag (Then I fucked her sister)
Then I woke up with a bigger bag
She ain't have no father figure, so she call me dad
I went Lambo' for my first car, I ain't want a Jag
Yeah, I ain't want a Benz
You hating' on me 'cause you don't wanna win2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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We On It[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah
Lil Uzi
Lemme see dat
What up Charlie?

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Twenty bitches dick riding a nigga
Twenty niggas standing beside of nigga
Is it good fortune important choices
Now they all wanna ride with a nigga
Where was you when I was off in the beginning
Ain't take three stripes for a nigga
Took me out but now a nigga winnin'
Took me out but now a nigga winnin'
Y'all just be hatin' on a youngin'
Want collab from a youngin'
But a couple months ago
Wasn't thinkin' bout a youngin' (No)
What you know about trappin'
On a God damn Monday
Half an hour got rid of a onion
I'm finessin' and I'm stuntin' (Ah!)
You niggas fakin' and your bitches bad
And I don't like you, like your bitch's dad
I'm from the city where everybody wanna be from the north
Cause they think that's just where the winners at
And I swear I wanna be where the women at
Overseas with my team sippin' gin and jack
And most these rappers ain't feelin' that
Then again most these rappers be really wack
And you talk about juugin', but you really trap
Got nicks and dimes money barely stacked
And a bitch I fucked over nigga barely tapped
And I thought you had bars where the coffin at
'Cause you a dead motherfucker, dressed all in black
I'm still a lean head and I'm off the act
Well not right now I ain't off the act
Cause this too crazy to be off the act
And most these niggas they be soft as crap
And you get em steamed up now they hard as crack
Pull up in a Beamer oh you parkin' that
Wait I thought that was yours why you walkin' back
And I'm 'bout to grab the Porsche nigga, horse in back
Swear to god I'm bout to bring flossin' back
And my bitch ass is so soft and fat
Yeah my bitch ass is so soft and fat
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
We on it
If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it (We is)
Money piled up I can't see my opponent
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it
If it's 'bout the money then you know that we on it
Money piled up I can't see my opponent
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it

[Verse 2: Lee Mazin]
I got 20 bitches ridin' with me
20 more we all slide-in for free
Ain't tell you I was 43 deep
22 niggas mobbin' with me
They be mobbin' for free
Oh shit, Giuseppe's strapped so don't trip
This mac invadin' my lip
The pretty girl sip
The selfie those flicks
Damn, 20 cameras all on me
Lil chick like diamond weeks
Fresh do let it bop with a weave
Love a lil' nigga who will bop on his knees
And I got a boy who will pay for it all
Anything I want, lemme get stingy
I can take trips, I can call whips
Last name Frank, first name Benji
If it's 'bout money den I'm on it
Go 'head, show me my opponent
If she really want it, tell her she can have it right now
Never met a queen who was scared to back down
Who woulda thought that they knew me
'Cause they run me down like Boosie
Nigga havin' dreams he could do me
Now I'm on a track with Lil Uzi
So they don't like the way I do it, and they hate that I'm on top
Wishin' they could fix my brakes, they like damn, she won't stop
Now that money talk
I do anything that I want
Oh, you mad?
I done made my fuckin' way to the front, bitch
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
We on it
If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it
Money piled up I can't see my opponent
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it
If it's 'bout the money then you know that we on it
Money piled up I can't see my opponent
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it
If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it
Money piled up I can't see no opponent
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it
Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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GrandmotherLyrics from Snippets

[Verse]
Jumping in my Benz, Benz (Skrr, skrr)
I just fucked on twins, twins (Twin, twin)
All my bitches 10s, 10s (Flah, flah, flah)
You still got spinning rims, man
I just took a Xanny (Oh my God)
In front of my granmammy (Close your eyes)
She said "What is that, man?" (Oh my god)
I said "Grandma, it is candy" (Close call)
My bitch is

[Chorus]
I feel like Justin Bieber (Justin Bieber)
I got money like I'm Justin Bieber (Justin Bieber)
My bullets are like heat seekers (Catching you)
Bitch I will just treat herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Myron (Original)Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga)
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh, pew

[Chorus]
Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no green don't excite me (Green)
I could make a ho out your wifey (Beep)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Yeah)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockey, bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Oh well)

[Verse]
'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (Yeah)
Your girl's a five but your mom is a dime piece (Ayy)
And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie)
I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (Bonnie)
These bitches, they think they dandy but they be just lyin' (Bitches lyin')
Got a lil' bitch, can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin' (Try)
When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (On God)
VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (Woah)
I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (Woo)
Had that boy's bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin'
Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (So wet)
I stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9' 10" (Yeah), yeah
These niggas be bitin' (Fuck, yeah)
Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin' (Grrah-brrah-brrah), yeah
Me and her was vibin' (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Your bitch call me Myron (Okay)
Ninety thousand, that's a light day (Yeah), yeah (That's a light)
I can tell you, it's the real spill (Yeah, I can tell you, it's the real), yeah
Fucked your bitch just for a light bill (Yeah), yeah
Banana clip, I ain't gon' slip on the peel (Yeah)
Hot grease, bitch, we poppin' (Poppin'), yeah
Ballin' on that nigga like I'm Thompson (Thompson), yeah
Chopper got splendid, was like the Johnson (Johnson)
Johnson Johnson, vacation right to Dubai (Dubai)
Kicking shit so hard, I stopped doin' ju-tai (Mwah)
Twenty thousand Christian Dior my suit tie (Yeah)
Got a black girl and she got blue eyes (Eyes)
Came up, on the real, got 'em shoes tied
Starin' at lil' homie
Stop starin' at lil' homie
You ain't fairin' nothin' on me
We ain't hearin' that lil' homie
Pull up 'CLaren on new homie
Skrr-skrr, pull up on my lonely
I just fucked all her friends
She start cheerin' on her homies
[Bridge]
I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands
I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands
She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)
She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)
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Way Back*Lyrics from Snippet

My diamonds go retarded
Keep droolin', got my wrist wet (This way)
Told a bad girl, "Get your lips wet" (This way)
Told a bad girl, "Get your lips wet" (This way)
Told a bad girl, "Let's just sex"
Told a bad girl, "Let me hit that" (Ayy)
You can lay your head on my six pack (Six pack)
'Cause you know we go way back
Way, way, way, way backEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pocket Stuffed*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
Woah
Is your pocket stuffed or what?
Is your pocket stuffed or what?
Is your pocket stuffed or what?
Is your pocket stuffed or what?
Is your pocket stuffed or what?
Is your pocket stuffed or what?
Is your pocket stuffed or what?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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In da Field (Freestyle)[Intro]
Lil Uzi, Yeah yeah
You know I'm savage

"Aye Bully Drop That Shit"

[Verse]
.40 Glock posted on the block
And my shorty pop when that forty stop
You a cold rat informing cops
And all we do is hit the opps
Got a forty shot in your fitted cap
Bitch sucking dick and she been a thot
Riding four Gs with them tie-on locks
She sipping lean, get high a lot
We busting shells and we throwing shots
From Philadel' where they die a lot
You ain't putting in work, you ain't high a lot
Only thing you do is lie a lot
I know some niggas that sock the cops
I know some niggas that shot a cop
I'm 'bout my cream, Promethazine
And I whip the til' my til' my hand lock
She sucking dick, nut in her eyes
Fucked her so hard she feel paralyzed
Lil Uzi vert he a monster
That AK gon' terrorize
I ain't scared nigga I take a life
I ain't got the gun I'll shake the knife
Ain't got that put your shit on ice
She sucking dick she ain't been a dyke
Important (Important)
Yeah my jewels been imported (Imported)
Oh that bitch ain't white I swear she imported (She not)
Flawless, ass so fat it look like a target
I love the farmers
Regular bitch proceed 'em with caution (No, no)
Bargains, I get that lean by the bargains
Flossin' they askin' me how much that shit costin'
Sorry, I can't tell you hoe get off me (Thot)
Sorry, I can't tell you hoe get off me (Thot, thot)
Get off me, I'm winnin'
Lil Uzi be sinnin' (Lil Uzi)
Got a bitch on me
Got hundred racks and I be spending (My nigga)
Platinum plus the grill, can't fuck with no gold (No, no)
Yeah I got a bitch 36 years old (Yeah)
Yeah I got a brick, thirty six O's
Yeah I killed that, feel like I'm the bro
Okay she might be the hoeski, pass her to the broski
Gettin' all this money whip that shit like cannolis
I just did it, spent it spend it
Talkin' on my pivot
Yeah nigga I'm piff (Yeah)
Yeah I'm still on my pivot (Yeah)
I feel like I'm Scottie Pippen
I feel like I'm Jordan (Jordan)
Most of my bitches be whorin' (Be whorin')
I prolly can get that shit
Water whip that brick
Yeah I just got a bitch ice tea like its Brisk
I just killed it
Damn, damn, Lil Uzi (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
Lil Uzi lil uzi thats what the groupies say
Lil uzi, lil uzi, let the toolie spray
Lil uzi, lil uzi the life before the fame (yeah yeah)
You know I'm bout to be on top
You know I just got the old rocks
You know got the hood rocks
Still up in my
I just just get it
I just said just flip it
I turn around and all up out
And know I'm wit' it
Is you with it
You with it, I'm with it
Prometh', Prometh' you know I'ma sip it
[Outro]
Hold up
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Lil Uzi4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cartel[Chorus]
Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel
Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel
I swear I love my cartel
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move it through mail
I swear I love my cartel
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move it through mail

[Verse 1]
My money is looking real well
And I would not sell my soul (No)
But I just worked like hell
And I been just sippin' a pint
And I’m been into a law, never holding me back
An op Never holding me down
These goofy ass niggas be clown
Until they get hit with the pound
They life flash before their eyes both
They fall to they face they mouth hit the ground
All my niggas be dogs, don't make me call up the hound
They will put you right down
They spitting them infamous rounds
We on top and you way under
Don't see a hater like I'm Stevie Wonder
Sixty racks top a brick thats a quick returner
Straight from the 99 Number One Stunna (Ya heard me)
Hit her deep, thats my number one gunner
All year around we travel everyday is summer (In Miami)
Countin' big face hundreds, pockets big like 80 hummers
No child abuse when I whip the baby up
[Chorus]
Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel
Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel
I swear I love my cartel
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move it through mail
I swear I love my cartel
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move through mail
They traffic it move through mail

[Verse 2]
Whip it, diamonds like ATL benji
Blowing the cash all at Lennox
Whipping the white off the pigeon
Yeah the clip always extension
Codeine and Sprite got me dippin'
They throwin' your time now you snitchin'
Its crazy how bitches be bitchin'
The trap on the block got me richer
And she bounce the dick like she switches
Niggas talking they dissin'
My trigger finger just be itchin'
Yeah I got weight but ain't lifting
I switch positions they missing
Got bitch work at Onyx she stripping
Want me buy her shit but she trippin', she trippin'
On top of me jocking me sucking me properly actually sucking me sloppily
50 in hundreds my wrists'll be bopping
Got so much damn money I start speakin' Guapense
Lettucce and broccoli bread with a lot of cheese
Honestly none of you niggas is hot as me honestly
None of you niggas is hot as me, bitches on my dick
And they just be jockin' me
Codeine and promethazine thats the dietary
Its lot of 'diene is always inside of me
Honestly when I die have a riot please
She keep on saying no but she keep eyeing me
I got so much guap and that bitch rely on me
I never cut a check and no I'm not lying B
No I'm not lying B,  no I'm not lying B
[Chorus]
Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel
Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel
I swear I love my cartel
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move it through mail
I swear I love my cartel
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move it through mail
They traffic it move through mail
They traffic it move through mail4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Freestyle[Intro]
Damn, damn, damn

[Verse 1]
Yeah ,yeah
Rollin' backwoods to the face
I just fucked your bitch all in her face, ayy
.40 Smithon Wesson all on my waist, ayy, ayy
Reach my pistol now you first 48, ayy
Now you missing without a trace, ayy
You is not on no First 48
Oh, I will leave you dead ay, hollows in your head, ayy
I got shooters, I got shooters, ayy
I got shooters, I got shooters, ayy
I got shooters
Fuck your bitch all in her coochie yeah
This Uzi will mute you, yeah (Shut up boy)
My dirty lil' niggas will do ya
My DC niggas dirty doing
What are you pursuing, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lil Uzi be 'Rari coupin', ayy
Yeah, I fuck all these bitches with no condoms, ayy
I might end up fucking your mama, ayy
Everything I got is designer, yeah
I'm tryna fuck on your mama, yeah
Please let me fuck on your mama, yeah
Blowing up the scene like I'm Osama, yeah
I got that chopper yeah, boy you is an opper, yeah
You talking to 12, aye, boy this chopper give you hell, ayy
Diplomats you smoke with hellrats, ayy
Boy this chopper give you hell, ayy
Boy you better chill, ayy
Diamond grill its on chill
Taking Xanny on my pill, ayy
Boy, you got a pill, ayy
AK banana clip with active peel yeah
My girl black hair brazilian
My crib bigger than a building
All you lil' boys is my children
Oh my God, what is this feeling?
Never had this much money (Oh my God)
So I'm counting all this money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Her pussy is sweet like honey, boy, you is so bummy
She sniff  that coke til her nose runny
Can't no fuck nigga run me
All these bitches now they love me
Yeah don't put nothing above  me
Don't put nothing above meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Count ItLyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
...A-ha-ha-ha
Count it, count up the money
Count it, count up the stacks
Count it, count up the bands
Count it, count up the racks (A-ha-ha-ha)
Count it, count up the money
Count it, count up the stacks
Count it, count up the bands
Count it, count up the racks (A-ha-ha-ha)
Count it, count up the money
Count it, count up the stacks
Count it, count up the bands
Count it, count up the racks
Count it... (A-ha-ha-ha)...

[Verse]
...[?] boy, you know how to act boy
[?], trench boy, [?]
Like that bitch was fan, boy
Don't ask boy, rockstar swag with the bling, boy
I'm little Uzi but I stay with that MAC, boy (That MAC, boy)...
...Boy don't call me 'less you want some action
You see [?], I'm gettin' so accurate
Every time I do a handstand, make that...
...We got silencers without no attachments
I believe that I can fly every time I make that pack lift
Plain Patek Philipe on my wrist, man this shit look like a Atlas1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mood (Marshmello Remix)[Hook]
Yeah
Fuck these niggas 'cause they always bein’ extra (what, yeah, yeah)
All these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (no)
Money comin' in like I am an investor (yeah)
She tried to take a break but I already left her (bye-bye)
Woah (what?), when I’m in my car, yeah
Woah, look up at the stars, just like, "woah" (oh, woah)
No feelings involved, yeah
No feelings involved (no way)
Put that on my dawg

[Verse 1]
I said no feelings involved (yeah)
Put that on my dawgs (put that on my dawgs)
Put that on my dawgs
I said no feelings involved (no, no)
Okay, okay, I don't need it
I don't need it, I don't want it
I won't keep it, matter fact I might delete it
Then repeat it, yeah
Why you keep on going back? (yeah)
I got my reasons like (yeah)
I got my reasons like (yeah)
Car so fast, yeah, it's moving like a beam of light (zoom, skrrt)
Best rockstar all time hope that I don't die
'Cause I’m immortal
Too bad you a mortal (too bad, too bad)
No wonder you normal
Your girl saw me once, yeah
She said I’m adorable
My diamonds so sick (what?)
This shit is not curable (damn)
[Hook]
Yeah
Fuck these niggas 'cause they always bein’ extra (what, yeah, yeah)
All these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (no)
Money comin' in like I am an investor (yeah)
She tried to take a break but I already left her (bye-bye)
Woah (what?), when I'm in my car, yeah
Woah, look up at the stars, just like, "woah" (oh, woah)
No feelings involved, yeah
No feelings involved (no way)
Put that on my dawg

[Bridge]
Like ooh (woah)
Why you wanna mess up my mood? (yeah)
Wish that you were me ’cause you're not cool (you're not cool, yeah)
Lookin' like a fool (like a fool)
Like a dog barkin' at the moon (why?)

[Verse 2]
Like ooh (woah)
Why you wanna mess up my mood? (yeah)
Wish that you were me 'cause you're not cool (you're not cool, yeah)
Lookin' like a fool (like a fool )
Like a dog barkin' at the moon (why?)
'Cause I'm shinin' (yeah)
Like, look at these diamonds (look at these diamonds)
Like, look at these diamonds
Tired of these niggas, I swear they be lyin'
I never keep it, you know I will not
Doin' these drugs, yeah, I'm outta my body, yeah
Outta my body
Real niggas, yeah, they right here right beside me, ooh
Stay on track, roller coaster, yeah
Fuck her once, keep her closer, yeah (yeah)
My car fast, but I drive slower (why?)
Drop the top, make it hold up (yeah)
[Hook]
Yeah
Fuck these niggas 'cause they always bein' extra
All these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (no)
Money comin' in like I am an investor (yeah)
She tried to take a break but I already left her (bye-bye)
Woah, when I'm in my car, yeah
Woah, look up at the stars, just like, "woah" (oh, woah)
No feelings involved, yeah
No feelings involved (no way)
Put that on my dawgEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Uzi Manson[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook]
I work hard for every lil thing that I got
I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot
I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not
All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I got that a lot
I work hard for every lil thing that I got
I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot
I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not
All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I get that a lot
I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot
All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot
Yeah I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot
All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot

[Verse 1]
Yea money on fold, after that been a lot
Boy your trap don't go, like you said you had the flock
I put bag for ya hoe and my dick in your bitch mouth
After she swallow, make her get up out my house
Rolling down the window, throwing all this money out
Diamonds all up in my grill, bitch I feel like Swishahouse
I could show you how it feel, what this gettin' money about
I turn 5 to a 10, 20 to a 50 now
Grab a Big Body Benz, that just from the whipping now
Actavis, High-Tech, man my niggas sipping now
Sipping sipping sipping now, oh shit, I'm dipping now
If you ain't sucking dick then bitch you ain't allowed
[Hook]
I work hard for every lil thing that I got
I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot
I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not
All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I got that a lot
I work hard for every lil thing that I got
I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot
I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not
All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I get that a lot
I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot
All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot
Yeah I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot
All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot (a lot)
I get that a lot (a lot), sipping sipping
Sipping sipping sipping now, oh shit, I'm dipping now

[Verse 2]
Yea, Lil Uzi got run the town, I am the guy of my town
Nigga, I am getting getting getting getting all of these money around
Put my dick right in that bitch, now my dick it gonna drown
Know that bitch she get that water, white on white like the water
Lil nigga I'm your father, yeah I'm on block and I'm serving
If I might give a bitch serve, then that your nigga just be swerving
Told your girl I got the papers, Lil Uzi he got the haters
Rolling in black elevators, rolling down like escalators
[Hook]
I work hard for every lil thing that I got
I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot
I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not
All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I got that a lot
I work hard for every lil thing that I got
I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot
I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not
All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I get that a lot
I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot
All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot
Yeah I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot
All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Feelings Mutual (Demo)Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse 1]
Back then I saw no one but you
Gave you my racks and I splurged too
Calling my phone and I curved you
Hope this song really don't hurt you
AP froze (What), time so slow, yeah, hit reverse
Margiela all on my coat (Coat)
Got buttons, but leaving it open (Open)
So they can all see my shirt (My shirt), Rick Owens all on my shirt (My shirt)
I can't believe I made it out the dirt
That was back then when my pockets was hurt
Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin’
Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse
Louis scarf on me it look like a curtain
My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse
They keep on talkin' (Woah)
They keep on talkin' (They hatin')
All these girls up in the club, why you lookin' at Vert? (Why?)
I am not worried because when my niggas come
They gonna need a white curtain
Your boyfriend hate my "Bad And Boujee" verse
She gave me head so I called her a nerd

[Chorus]
I can't feel, no
I can't feel, I can't feel, yeah
I can't feel
My body's numb
Baby because I am so hurt, yeah
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth)
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Nowadays I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots
[Verse 2]
I'm doing fine now (Yo), I'm doing fine now
No, I do not need nobody now
No, I do not need nobody now
No girl don't make a sound
You don't wanna argue about body count (No)
You don't wanna talk about body count
You don't wanna talk about body count
What is all this fighting all about
It's the bodies that I'm finding out (Yah)
It's the bodies I don't know about (Aha)
So many bodies like a murder trial
You used to say that it's word of mouth
But I love you so you're bondin' out
But I love you so you're bondin' out (Yo)
Grandma and Mom love you now
I'm so high I ain't comin' down
I'm so high I ain't comin' down
I'm so high I ain't comin' down
Hate me then, but they love me now (Yeah, talk to 'em)
Love me then, but they hate me now
It don't matter, got the paper now
I'm so numb

[Chorus]
I can't feel, no
I can't feel, I can't feel (Yo)
I can't feel, my body's numb
Baby because I am so hurt (Yeah)
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth)
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round, yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, o
Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah)
I took you out of the fur boots
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Aye*Gettin' that money, know I'm gon' spend it
Countin' that money, gettin' them digits aye
Gettin' that money aye
THEY Gon' hate
Took your bitch right on a date
On my dick she ?
In a rari or a Wraith
I wanna flex in a Wraith
Put money in a safeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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On My Bank[Hook]
Pull up hundred miles an hour had to pump my brake
Stackin' all my guala have to count my cake
Watch these hundreds pile up put that on my bank
You can trust nobody cause they all be fake
Watch these hundreds pile up put that on my bank
Watch these hundreds pile up put that on my bank
Watch these hundreds pile up put that on my bank

[Verse 1]
Knockin' on her door...
All these haters watchin' [?] haters with me
Heard you crack them cards that be that tricky business
Put my dick in that broad that be that sticky businesss
When you look at my ice it just be drippin' drippin'
When you look at my ring it just be bling blow
Took a hipster bitch to shop at V Files
I got bread on bread I'm the cash cow
Bitch give me some head while I'm layin' down
I'm in Chinatown whippin...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dumber[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds in my chain make it dumber
Diamonds in these rings make it dumber
Money in my Balmain jeans make it dumber
Bitch I'm swerving in that Range bitch my steering Dumber
Diamonds in my chain make it dumber
Diamonds in my rings make it dumber
Money in these Balmain jeans make it dumber
Nigga swerving in that Range, Dumber

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Girl gave me brain now that bitch dumber
I will never save her I won't call her number
And I'm in MIA for the fuckin'  summer
Lookin' at these pics tryna get with Summer
Money coming fast yeah I make it double
I'm the Birdman like my name was Stunna
Mrs. Officer always tryna cuff us
She gone need life alert when a nigga fuckin
Got like 4 chains and like 4 rings
Forgiato rims in that new Range (Skrt skrt)
Got like 4 chains with like 4 rings
Forgiato rims in that new Range
Money like a nigga all of a sudden now
Tell'em body shootin he go bluffin' now
Yeah they all on me yeah they on me now
Oh back then they was frontin' now
That's when a nigga was down
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds in my chain make it dumber
Diamonds in these rings make it dumber
Money in my bombin' jeans make it dumber
Bitch I'm swerving in that range bitch my steering Dumber
Diamonds in my chain make it dumber
Diamonds in my rings make it dumber
Money in these Balmain jeans make it dumber
Nigga swerving in that range my ceiling​​ Dumber

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
She can call me everything but a cheapskate
Yeah I need that new Audi R8
Put that bitch on Forgis thats them new skates
Lobster and that Steak on a nigga plate (I'm eatin' now)
They said Uzi how you livin' man I'm living great (I get it)
I ain't got time to fuckin' hate (I don't I don't)
Man that Uzi how you living nigga (I'm livin')
Man I swear that I'm living great (Yeah)
I be counting bands out the bands thou (Money money money)
I be putting work in the bando (Trap spot trap spot)
Yeah I need a whole new Lambo (Skrt, skrt)
I be coppin' choppers like I'm Rambo, bouta go Rambo
Nigga you ain't bout it, nigga you ain't bout it
In my city, I swear a nigga heavy (I'm heavy)​​
Like a pair of Foamposites
Fuck nigga stop it
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds in my chain make it dumber
Diamonds in these rings make it dumber
Money in my Balmain jeans make it dumber
Bitch I'm swerving in that range bitch my steering Dumber
Diamods in my chain make it dumber
Diamonds in my ring make it dumber
Money in these Balmain jeans make it dumber
Bitch I'm swerving in that Range my steering Dumber
Lil uzi Lil Uzi6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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SHE ON ME[Chorus]
Tell your bitch to stop, she want me
I just tell your hoe get off me
Fuckin' with me like get off me
Now She see bands now she on me
See bands now she on me
She see bands now she on me
Tell that hoe bitch get off me
And tell that old bitch to get off me
See my bands now she on me
She see my bands now she on me
She see my bands now she on me
I tell that hoe to get off me
Tell that hoe to get off me
I tell that hoe to get off me
She see my bands now she on me
I tell that hoe to get off me

[Verse 1]
I got the purp, I got the purple
I got the haters
I bought the crib
I bought a mansion and shit
Shit got an escalator
I be so paid, I be so paid
Why these bitches on me, 'cause they know I got the lays
Got bitches today, got bitches in New York
Got bitches in Las Vegas
They outta' my city
Seventeen but rich nigga I'm from Philly
Got your bitch with me and she wanna film it
Yeah she wan' fuck wit me
Yeah she know I'm playin'
Yeah I got a buck fifty
I might buck fifty you if I ain't got the clout
I got your bitch with me and I swear she's giving me top
I'm tryna be like real niggas in the A who slam the 'Rari
And I ain't playin' games, and I ain't talkin' no Atari
And yeah yo bitch all on me, yeah that bitch all on me
That bitch  all on me
Yeah she wanna' fuck with me
'Cause she know I get that money
Anyone I fuck with, she wanna fuck with a nigga
She always on my dick
She wanna fuck me, always on me
She say Uzi talking dirty
Bitch find the door
I ain't even touch her yet
But she can't leave me alone
And she keep calling my phone
Why this bitch keep drawlin?
This bitch all on my dick
Three shots to the dome
I ain't never gave a fuck, gave a fuck about shit
Why are these hoes
Why are these hoes all on my dick
I said my team, my team go so strong
And now these hoes all on me, like I can't do no wrong
I said, I ain't never get touched, I ain't never get touched
I got some niggas, talk shit you might get touched
I got all of these guns, yeah I got some guns
Like LA Capone yeah, shootin' shit fun
[Chorus]
Tell your bitch to stop, she want me
And I just tell that hoe get off me
Fuckin' with me like get off me
Now she see my bands now she on me
She see my bands now she on me
She see my bands now she on me
Tell that hoe to get off me
Tell that hoe to get off me
And tell that hoe to get off me15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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My Hoe[Verse 1]
Got a big dick that'll flip a hoe
And my main bitch she be pigeon toed, pigeon toed
And I get like twelve zips a show, zips a show
Back off the stage and I dick a hoe
You know when that pussy dick a hoe
The whiff on that bitch prolly rip a hoe
She kiss on the dick with no mistletoe
She lick on the tip make it drip a little
In a [?] breathin'
Diamonds they anemic
Cartier I'm seeing
Balling for no reason
I don't trust these niggas
They changing just like seasons
I'm a steak and lobster eating
Balling for no reason

[Hook]
You can't fuck my hoe, (eh)
You can't fuck my hoe, (eh)
You can't fuck my hoe, (eh)
You can't fuck my hoe, (eh)
I barely fuck my hoe, (I'm bad)
I barely fuck my hoe, (eh)
I barely fuck my hoe, (eh)
I barely fuck my hoe, (eh)
[Verse 2]
Money for my hoe, (eh)
Money for my hoe, (eh)
Money for my hoe, (yeah)
Money for my hoe, (money)
Getting this paper it going, (hey)
Bitch on my dick and she going, (eh)
Look at my chain and its snowing, (eh)
Look at my wrist and its glowing, (eh)
She suck my dick now she blowing, (dang)
I get the money you saying, (ey)
You saying aye because of me
Bitches on me easy a, b, c
I got the bitch now 1, 2, 3, (uh)
She want to fuck up all on me, (yeah)
Put on a condom cause I don't want a disease

[Hook]
You can't fuck my hoe, (no)
You can't fuck my hoe, (no)
You can't fuck my hoe, (yeah)
You can't fuck my hoe, (eh)
I barely fuck my hoe, (eh)
I barely fuck my hoe, (eh)
I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah)
I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah)
[Verse 3]
Your dollars up, (up)
All my commas up, (up)
Don't give a fuck, (don't)
No love in a monster truck, (skrt)
Ya,ya nigga you really suck (suck)
Ya,haha your bitch really suck (she do)
Now you missing her (why?) [eww]
Now you kissing her (eww)
Lil Uzi be dissing her, (fuck her)
Lil Uzi be pimping her, (my nigga you fucked her)

[Hook]
You can't fuck my hoe, (eh)
You can't fuck my hoe, (eh)
You can't fuck my hoe, (eh)
You can't fuck my hoe, (you can't)
I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah)
I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah)
I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah)
I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah,yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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DC[Chorus]
Yeah, they said I wouldn't make it
Said I couldn't do it
Can't believe I made it
Can't believe I made it
Like, can't believe they hated, yeah
When they are all up in my face, yeah
I ain't got the time, ayy, I'ma break the bank
Countin' up my bands
Yeah, I'm the man
Glasses lit up tint, this is no Ray-Ban
Owe you 36, I'll super soak your ma'am
Damn, money in my hand, ridin' in the Lamb

[Verse]
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Knew I wanted it when I was like 17
Turning it right to my reality, yeah

[Open Verse]

[Bridge]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, they said I wouldn't make it
Said I couldn't do it
Can't believe I made it
Can't believe I made it
Like, can't believe they hated, yeah
When they are all up in my face, yeah
I ain't got the time, ayy, I'ma break the bank
Countin' up my bands
Yeah, I'm the man
Glasses lit up tint, this is no Ray-Ban
Owe you 36, I'll super soak your ma'am
Damn, money in my hand, ridin' in the Lamb3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tropics[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I met a bitch in the tropics
And she be gone off the molly
She suck my dick super sloppy
I had to tell me somebody
I met a bitch in the tropics
And she be gone off the molly
She suck my dick super sloppy
I had to tell me somebody

[Verse 1]
I met a bitch in the tropics
She super thick in the body
I had to call up my hombre
I had to tell me somebody
I swear that bitch must be crazy
If she might think she my lady
I swear that bitch ain't my baby
I will not buy her Mercedes
They see Uzi got the money
The bitches scream come save me

[Chorus]
I met a bitch in the tropics
And she be gone off the molly
She suck my dick super sloppy
I had to tell me somebody
I met a bitch in the tropics
And she be gone off the molly
She suck my dick super sloppy
I had to tell me somebody
[Verse 2]
Boy my pockets hella swole
Cause I got the bankroll
Balmain pockets hella swole
Cause I got the bankroll
Your bank account on zero
Your bitch look at me like a hero
Tropic foreign bitches
Tropic foreign bitches
And I'm getting money
Tropic foreign digits
I tell the truth
I tell the truth
All I got is tropics

[Chorus]
I met a bitch in the tropics
And she be gone off the molly
She suck my dick super sloppy
I had to tell me somebody
I met a bitch in the tropics
And she be gone off the molly
She suck my dick super sloppy
I had to tell me somebody1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pull Up (Demo)[Intro]
A hit, good one Richard
DP on the beat
There ya go, Richie
That was it, Richie
Shotgun Ricky

[Chorus]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
Like ain't nobody sayin', ayy
Choppa got hunnid rounds, make it do running man
Pull off in a race, ayy
Caliber hunnid bands for you to startle, man
Now what you gotta say, ayy
This shit is nothin', man, this shit is nothin', man
Picked it up, flipped it, I turned it to something, man
Dropped all my money, I picked it up, stop my pants, yeah
[Chorus]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Pre-Chorus]
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy

[Chorus]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
[Instrumental Break]

[Pre-Chorus]
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy

[Chorus]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Pre-Chorus]
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy
[Chorus]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, maneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Heartbreak*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Heartbreak
Yah, Yah
Yah, Yah
Heartbreak, Heartbreak, Heartbreak

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Wake up with the stars
Bad bitches in my room
Only time I got the chance
That's why I told you the truth
Hold up, wait yeah I'm on a roll
Post up with they hoes
Gotta go Just to get them go
Cause I'm on my own

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Heartbreak, Heartbreak, Heartbreak
Car fast do the dash I'm on my way
Came up from the bottom all the way
Now they looking at me cause I'm not the same
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
I took off on niggas that hate and made my escape
Not from this state cause I'm from outer space
That bitch she with me get dropped like a snake
All this cash on me I need me a rake
That's why all these bitches be all in my face
But they can not get nothing from me no way
Just trynna get over this heartbreak
Car too fast I hit the brakes
Car too fast I hit the brakes
Too much cash might break the safe
Too much cash might break the bank
I do what I want anything to change
Just trynna keep me from going insane
Wake up everyday as I live through the bape
They plottin on me got me all in the aim
(Me all in the aim) They better not miss
Cause I come with a bangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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My Luv Is Not Rented[Intro]
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Alright, okay, you win, let's play
Alright (Alright), okay (Okay), you win (Win) today
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I am a winner
I been that way ever since I was little
I'm not a loser, I don't play defender
I fix all the puzzles and solve all the riddles
I stand on my money, I'm tall as a center
I created a puddle that turned a river
Got a crack in my iPhone, I'm fixin' the picture
Every time I go shoppin', mixin' the gender
Pull up with the sauce and the swag and I'm drippin'
They keep twisting the face that they suckin' n' lickin'
They want my baby girl 'causе she built like a gymnast
Turn me to a good guy, I just was a mеnace, yeah
We goin' back and forth not playing Tennis
I jump in the 'Vette, start venting my feelings (Skrrt)
Walkin' with my head down I gotta lift it
Just letting you know that my love is not rented

[Chorus]
Alright, okay (Just letting you know that my love is not rented)
You win, let's play (Just letting you know that my love is not rented)
Alright, okay (Just letting you know that my love is not rented)
You win today (Just letting you know that my love is not rented), uh
[Verse 2]
I got too much on my paper plate, I swear that I still want fold
Combination to the world and every day gotta change the code
And the objective to the game, you never know
Say life's a gamble so you gotta keep it going
I knew one day, I'ma be something
I didn't stop smokin' 'til three somethin'
When I'm on the track, I'ma keep runnin' (Yeah)
I'ma venus flytrap, gotta eat somethin'
I just ran a watch, cost three hundred thousand
Clear face can't see nothin'
Making wonders and I can't see nothin'
I remember when they said I wouldn't be nothin'

[Chorus]
Just letting you know that my love is not rented (Oh)
Just letting you know that my love is not rented (Oh)
Just letting you know that my love is not rented (Oh)
Just letting you know that my love is not rented, let's goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Homicide[Intro]
Hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)

[Chorus]
Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)
Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
This Off-White be homicide (That Off-White)
[Verse]
I'ma fly for eighty summers
Women keep callin' my number (No, uh)
Diamond go stupid, they dumber
You got that banana clip? (Blatt-blatt)
Where I be? Hundred-round drummer
Don't give a fuck 'bout your money (I don't, don't)
But you know I got that money
All of them blue-face hundreds
That nigga ask me what my shirt
Four-hundred-dollar Givenchy (Givenchy, Givenchy)
Bana-bana-bana
You know my racks are bananas (Racks are bananas)
If she don't wanna suck dick
Then you know she gettin' canceled (She gettin' canceled, yeah)
Perfect tings in the LA
Ain't no trap I cannot handle (I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin')
Posin' on cam with somebody
Give the lil' nigga a handle (On God)
I'm from Philadelphia
But my bitch straight from Milano (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bitch, she from Columbia
Yeah, she brought me down here (Yeah, she brought me down here)
Her ass so big, you might run from her
Yeah, you could not handle (You could not handle)
[Chorus]
Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)
Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
This Off-White be homicide (That Off-White)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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TDA(Intro)
Yeah
And I really wanna take the time out to let all y'all niggas know I really know what's goin' on
Yeah
Lets go, uh

(Verse 1)
I got enemies
Got a lot of enemies
Can't believe this niggas out here really wanna finish me
Ain't now way around it buddy
Niggas know I've been the G
My confidence way higher when I got that .40 with the beam
Yeah, when I got that .40 with the beam
That .40 got like 30 shots, that mean it got a centipede
I ain't worrying bout them diffеrent boys, they keep worrying about me
I hеard I'm their favorite rapper, he keep actin' like he ain't heard about me, woah
And this bitch sucked my dick to the third degree, woah (let's go)
Everybody know that 'cause she at my shows for free, woah (no lie)
Everybody know it's no one holding me, woah
She don't know no better she not old as me, oh
And imma groom that baby imma bring her real close, then cut her off
See if she can fly
I done took too many percs and on some real shit I can't die
Everything I do is effortless lil baby I can't try
'Ceratops, reptar when I'm rollin' em
Man I took your girl with me we was rollin' em
Turned her to a wet star then I throw her out
You can get that far if you showin' out (oh)
Oh you showin' out (showin' out)
You can't get that far if you holdin' out (no)
I remember back when I wasn't closin' out (I remember)
Now all them broads wanna blow me now (I remember)
That's because my bag bitch I blow it now
When I'm in the mall gotta close it down
Gucci, Louis Fendi Prada
I don't really rock Fendi but I'm rockin' on Balenci'
Uh, Ferris tats on me that's that [?]
Cartier frames clear as agua
Niggas they be lame talkin' ra ra
My life not the same nigga why lie? (Why lie?)
Magic changed my life nigga why lie? (Why lie?)
Playing with the kitty just like dagua
When I make her moan man she boutta cry
When she suck it up give me side eye, yeah
Mixin' up the work like its pop rocks, yeah
Bugatti fast I don't know how to stop (skrrt), yeah
Undercover fiends they keep tryna cop, yeah
You think I'm a dummy I know you a cop, ooh
I could tell you a opp
Make the Makaveli scream like it's 2Pac
Had them niggas shocked, pulled up with two Glocks
My LV sneaks kinda big I need two socks, but they Gucci though (Double G)
I don't want that bitch ain't givin' up coochie though (no)
I don't want that girl 'cause she too moody bro
She ain't really that cute she's got that booty though
And I can't lie, got that supersoaker I moonwalk like the J5
I don't own none of these girls so you can take mine
I don't really wanna know what you thinking but I take mines
You better love yours nigga I don't hate mines, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Finessin Hearts 2*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin', because I love ya
Like I care
Somebody more than most of 'em
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Ayy (Um, yeah)
Yeah, woah, it's Lil Uzi Vert (Um, yeah)
It's Lil Uzi Vert (Woah, um, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, she left me' 'lone, I ain't even know how to react (Yeah)
On my own but I'm still gonna count up my stacks (Stacks)
You was wrong, yeah, you left me when I was on my back (On my, ayy)
LV, everything Supreme (Supreme), Carharrt on my hat (Hat)

[Verse 1]
She gave me head just like some ocean ('Cеan,  'cean, yeah)
Jimmy Neutron likе a Sheen (Sheen, Sheen, yeah)
All of my bitches, they mean (Mean, mean, yeah)
Nigga, like, what do you mean? (Ayy, huh?)
Oh, she like me 'cause I'm clean (Clean, ayy)
All of this money in my jeans (Jeans, ayy)
I can make her wanna sing (Sing, yuh)
Hit from the back and she scream
[Refrain]
No matter what, I feel it in my gut, you my boo thang (Yeah, yeah)
And it's like no one I trust and I'm switchin' my flows like a mood ring (Ring, yeah)
And when I stand on my money you know that I'm taller in 2 Chainz (Chainz, yeah)
You know these boys too lame (Ayy), LUV is too flame (Yeah)
No matter what, I feel it in my gut, you my boo thang (Ayy)
And it's like no one I trust and I'm switchin' my flows like a mood ring (Ring)
And when I stand on my money you know that I'm taller than 2 Chainz (Chainz, yeah)
You know these boys too lame (Ayy), LUV is too flame

[Verse 2]
They was countin' down my days, they thought I wasn't gonna last (Last)
They ain't feel my last album, I sat back and I just laughed (I just laughed)
I was lookin' through my comments, they said, "Man, this shit is trash" (Trash)
I went right back in the booth and then I start spittin' that gas (Gas)
She said she like that I'm brown, ooh, like I'm NAV (I'm NAV)
I said, "Girl, I like your style," ooh (Like, where you get that at?)
She said, "This is not new style, ooh" (This what you call swag)
She had on a Craig Green hat, ooh, with a Goyard back to match (Match, ayy)

[Refrain]
No matter what, I feel it in my gut (Ayy), you my boo thang (Thang, ayy)
And it's like no one I trust and I'm switchin' my flows like a mood ring (Ayy, ring, ayy)
And when I stand on my money you know that I'm taller in 2 Chainz (Ayy, Chainz, ayy)
You know these boys too lame (Ayy, lame), LUV is too flame (Yeah)
No matter what, I feel it in my gut (Ayy), you my boo thang (Thang)
And it's like no one I trust and I'm switchin' my flows like a mood ring (Yeah)
And when I stand on my money you know that I'm taller than 2 Chainz (Chainz)
You know these boys too lame (Lame), LUV is too flame
[Chorus]
Ayy, she left me' 'lone, I ain't even know how to react (Yeah)
On my own but I'm still gonna count up these stacks (Stacks)
You was wrong, yeah, you left me when I was on my back (Back)
LV, everything Supreme, Carharrt on my hat (Carharrt on my, ayy)
She left me lone (Ayy), I ain't even know how to react (Ayy, yeah)
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back (Ayy), pullin' out every track (Ayy)
Style mean (Yeah), put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact

[Outro]
Um, yeah
Yeah, that's a fact, um, yeah
Yeah, that's a fact, um, yeah
Yeah, that's a fact
Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Lil Uzi VertEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get the MoneyLyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
Yeah, get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money

[Verse 1]
Look at my wrist, 100
And my new bitch, she 100
I gotta get the money
Hopin' I live til 100
I told her she get the sauce
I remember it was nothin'
Look at my wrist, 100
My lil bitch she 100
Get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
Go to the dealer, I want it
Try check my credit bitch, run it
Yeah, my new watch cost a 100
And my ring cost 50 somethin'
Wrist cost 50 somethin'
Sing to your bitch, [?]
[?]
Stick get to bustin'
Look at my wrist, it be bustin'
[?]
Don't understand how I spit somethin'
They don't understand how I spit somethin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sad Raps / Love*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I could tell you really was never in it for me (Oh yeah)
(It's Lil Uzi Vert)

[Chorus]
And I just want you to know that I love you
I love the way I fuck you (How I fuck you)
I love it when you touch me (Me), call me ugly ('Ly, ayy)
Rose gold on her neck, her chain ain't rusty ('Sty, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
I can't lie, I feel strong (Strong)
Can't tell right, yeah, from wrong (Wrong)
She was lying, I was gone (Gone)
Hearin' her cry on my phone (Brrt, ayy)

[Verse]
But everything's alright every time she give mе dome (Yeah)
About last night (Night), I was on (Ayy)
One long flight (Huh?), trip to Romе (Ayy)
I'm so gone (Yeah), no timezones (Ayy)
[Verse]
Yeah, bring her in my bedroom
Yeah, bring her in my bedroom
Yeah, I got me a new residence
Yeah, I feel like the President
Yeah, man, my life...

[Chorus]
And I just want you to know that I love you
I love the way I fuck you (How I fuck you)
I love it when you touch me (Me), call my ugly ('Ly, ayy)
Rose gold on her neck, her chain ain't rusty ('Sty, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Uh, I might run it back, she got that wet-wet (Wet-wet, ayy)
Uh, I might run it back, she got that wet-wet (Wet-wet, ayy)
Uh, fucking up a week, it cost five stacks (Yeah, five stacks)
How you 36 with a Snapchat? (Yeah, Snapchat)
Ooh, you dirty bitch, got a Cashapp? (Yeah, Cashapp)
I just caught a thottie with a backstabber (Ayy, yeah)
Only reason I stay because that fat ass (Yeah, yeah)
When I put it in, I make her back-back
Girl, it's sticking out like a backpack
Put it in your mouth to this sad rap3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Trappin Work[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Trappin' work, bando
Money callin', bank roll
Always ballin', I flex ho
I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Margiela, nigga
That be the hyped up
He said that nigga
Take her from my block (No way!)
That be a lie
I pull out the strap
With infrared beam
And turn that bitch nigga to cyclops
Jesus piece
With the praying hands, they cost a grip
Gotcha main bitch all on Lil Uzi dick
I whip and I whip
I sip and I sip
Coordinating some bitches on that pack
Now they all up in my mitt
I'ma ride up in the semi
I just talked to Kur and he riding out with me
Kickin' your door if you owe me all the Benji's
Clip big as hell, so that old ho like a 50 piece
Bitch nigga tendencies
You not a friend of me
You are not one of me
You are my enemy
Gettin' that chopper got bitch on me
That bitch go "blaww"
I'm kickin' the shit with my squad like we playing soccer
I'm getting that money, to a fifty and hundred
I'm trappin' and trappin'
These niggas look at me like I am their father
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert + Kur]
Trappin' work, bando
Money callin', bank roll
Always ballin', I flex ho
I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough (Uh, uh, uh!)
I got all this damn dough (Uh!)
I got all this damn dough

[Verse 2: Kur]
Shout-out to Molly, shout-out to me
Wait! Shout-out to Phil with the lean
Before I was rappin' had low self esteem
Now I got bad bitches all on they knees
Now I fuck bitches that wear Maybelline
Can't make this up, this shit's not make believe
Dre in the bushes, he plottin' on niggas
Oh my God he got a chop' with a beam!
[?]
And suckin' dick, what the fuck do you mean?
Kur is so dirty, Kur is so broke
Stupid lil' bitch I got knots in my jeans!
Same old bitch that was callin' me ugly!
Look at her now, That bitch mouthing me clean
I know my niggas ain't coppin' no pleas
None of y'all niggas can't stop for my team!
Uh! Get what we want
Stuntin' on bitches that front
Bitch can I fuck? "No, you must wait a month"
Come on lil' ho are you dumb?
I do it big like I'm Pun
All of these rappers my sons, uh
'Case you ain't know, that bitch you love
Me and her we've ran a train, uh
Made her our ho
Boys know I got 'em, it was all love from the start
Never show love in the dark, always show love in the light
We mix the lean with the Sprite
Yo' bitch ain't spendin' the night
Yo' bitch not even my type
Fucked her so you could get mad!
I fucked her now you wanna fight, hah!
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Trappin' work, bando
Money callin', bank roll
Always ballin', I flex ho
I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Add It Up*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
... I'm like, "Sure," yeah
I'm a millionaire, she like, "Go, boy," yeah

[Chorus]
Add it up, add it up
Add it up, add it up (Ayy)
Add it up, add it up (Ayy, ayy)
Add it up, add it up (Ayy, let's go)
Add it up, add it up (Ayy, yeah)
Add it up, add it up (Ayy, yeah)
Add it up, add it up (Ayy)
Add it up, add it up (Ayy)
Add it up, add it up (Ayy)
Add it up, add it up (Ayy)

[Verse]
I couldn't wait 'til I got my ha-a-ands, on the ba-a-a-ands, in her pa-a-a-ants (Woo)
Yes I ca-a-a-an (Yeah), I'm the ma-a-a-an (What?)
If you run at me, you gotta get fit (What?)
If I'm not on my ceilin' you better get jammed (What?)
That's why I gotta keep all of my FNs (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah)
That's why I gotta keep all of my hunnids, no tens (Yeah, uh-huh)
That's why I walk around, on my wrist, prolly a Benz (Beep, uh-huh, yeah)
Every time that the opps die, I feel like it's a cleanse (Beep, uh-huh)
Just for everyday, you gotta load up your stick (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
I know the boys, yeah, I know the boys the do hit (Woo uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I know the boys, yeah, I know the boys chop the bricks (Woo, uh-huh, whoa)
They servin' the bands, they servin' the bands, they can't miss (Ayy, ayy, uh-huh)
Get it through the mail, corona ain't stoppin' shit (Uh-huh)
Would've thought I was Asian, that's...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Super Saiyan 2*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Monsta's gon' tear it up
Have you?
Have you?

[Chorus]
Have you ever made ten million dollars with your talent? (Have you?)
Have you ever told a bitch you loved her, then you vanished? (Ayy, have you?)
Have you ever got so high you thought you wasn't landin'? (Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah)
Stuff the money in my pockets 'til my pockets standin' (Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah)
Don't try me, yeah, clips still limousine, yeah
Fucked her team, yeah, said my dick game mean, yeah
What you mean? Yeah, pulled up in a dream, yeah
Bitch, I'm the shit, let's just face it (Ayy)
Niggas they mad 'cause I made it (Ayy) (Yeah)

[Verse]
I go Super Saiyan Two (Two, ayy)
Fuck on your bitch, she ain't new (New, ayy)
Fucked on your bitch before you (You, ayy)
Fuck on your bitch in the stu' (Stu', ayy)
Fuck on your bitch in the coupe (Coupe, ayy)
No, that bitch, she not my boo (Boo, ayy)
I am a winner, can't lose (Can't lose, ayy)
Gave that bitch right back to you (You, ayy)
I told this bitch that we through (Ayy)
Why your bitch keep sending nudes? (Ayy)
No, I do not need a shooter (Ayy)
I got a beam on the Ruger (Ayy, yeah)
I got a bitch in Kahlua (Ayy)
But I'm not, um, scared to lose her (Ayy)
I got the ice like Akuma (Ayy)
Got more jewelry than your jewler (Ayy)
My TEC, it came with the cooler (Ayy, yeah)
My 'Rarri red, Ferris Bueller (Ayy, yeah)
Suck it so good, I might sue ya (Ayy, yeah)
Bitch, he a rat out the sewer (Ayy)
My bitch, she blessed, hallelujah (Ayy)
Pussy nigga, see right through ya (Ayy)
I hit my muhfuckin' finisher, ayy
I made that bitch say Hadouken (Ayy)
Bring your boxes in my crib (Ayy)...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Go*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
That's when my lifestyle took off, go, go, go
Where did you go? Go, go, go
Luv Is Rage (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I think I could see in the dark (Ayy)
These niggas, they ain't got heart (Ayy)
Everything blow up in sparks (Ayy)
These niggas talk to the narcs (Ayy)
I ain't say that the shoe fit, yeah (Ayy)
But the description fit the part (Ayy)
I just be geekin' on Mars (Ayy)
Somethin' like two in the mornin' (Let's go)

[Post-Chorus]
Now she gon' notice me
I fucked your girl this mornin'
So why was she over me? (Me)
My main girl still mad at me
Because I went overseas (Seas)
And every time that I come back to the states
She know that it's no one as cold as me (Go, cold)
That's when my lifestyle took off
Go, go (Yeah), go (What?)
Yes, it took off (Yeah)
Go (Ayy), go (Ayy), go (Ayy)
[Verse]
I'm gonna keep it a G (G)
It is prolly not one nigga out here in the world that's as froze as me
And they might look ready, got on my diamonds
But that shit he got on look too cheap
I can tell that your girl don't wanna go
But she know she just gotta leave
Double R, big body, my Rolls
Rolls, Rolls, Rolls, no one slam doors
Ain't no way I lose control
And I was on the road
Now I got a two-tone (It's Lil Uzi Vert)
I might pour up a four, slow
She a ho, she on go, touch her toes
Butterfly tattoo on your asscheek, make it go
Pull right up in a spaceship, I got butterfly doors

[Chorus]
I think I could see in the dark (Ayy)
These niggas, they ain't got heart (Ayy)
Everything blow up in sparks (Ayy)
These niggas talk to the narcs (Ayy)
I ain't say that the shoe fit, yeah (Ayy)
But the description fit the part (Ayy)
I just be geekin' on Mars (Ayy)
Somethin' like two in the mornin' (Let's go)
[Post-Chorus]
Now she gon' notice me
I fucked your girl this mornin'
So why was she over me? (Me)
My main girl still mad at me
Because I went overseas (Seas)
And every time that I come back to the space
She know that it's no one as cold as me (Go, cold)
That's when my lifestyle took off
Go, go (Yeah), go (What?)
Yes, it took off (Yeah)
Go (Ayy), go (Ayy), go (Ayy)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Understand[Chorus]
I understand, I understand, I understand
I understand, I understand, I understand
I understand, I understand, I understand
That hunnid racks, that cuban links, the kilograms
I understand, I understand, I understand
I understand, I understand, I understand
I understand, I understand, I understand
I understand, I understand, I understand
That hunnid racks, that cuban links, the kilograms

[Verse]
I understand that lil uzi might crack a deal
I understand how that shit right here 'bout to feel
They askin' me on the streets am I gettin' meals
I said I don't care, as long as I survive for my next meal
And I be gettin' all this paper, I'm doin' well
I understand that next year, I'll be XXL
I understand that I be juggin' on the block (I'm juugin' my nigga)
But lil uzi gotta watch out for the 12
And I don't fuck with no fuck niggas, they be snitchin'
I give you Glock if you got problems, don't start bitchin'
I hit you up like in your shit, nigga not with it
And this Glock tend to knock you off your pelvis
Young nigga but I'm heavy like a OG
Ya your bitch wan' suck my dick, but she ain't even know me
Talkin' shit I put a hole in you like slowly
Hit you with 8 or 24 if you think you Kobe
[Chorus]
I understand, I understand, I understand
I understand, I understand, I understand
I understand, I understand, I understand
That hunnid racks, that cuban links, the kilograms2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Unreleased Songs [Discography List]Updated: 17 July, 2020.There are currently ? known unreleased songs by Lil Uzi Vert.Alphabetical Order:A"Again"↗B"Bussdown / Freebandz"↗C"Cake"↗D"Dolly"↗E"Easter"↗F"Froze Up"↗G"Got The Work"↗H"Heater Talk"↗I"Into You"↗J"Justin Bieber*"↗K"Keep Balling*"↗L"Lambo"↗M"Mission To The Loot"↗N"No Heart"↗O"On My Grind*"↗P"Proud of U*"↗QThere are currently no songs in this categoryR"Raf Way"↗S"Shrooms*"↗T"Thot Back"↗U"Underworld"↗VThere are currently no songs in this categoryW"Woah*"↗X"Xanny"↗Y"You Mad (Make It Back)"↗Z"Zoom"↗#"100 Bands in My Pocket*"↗
"150K"↗
"1600"↗
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Ima Keep Balling*Lyrics from snippet

[Chorus]
I just want your bitch (Yeah)
But I do not need her
Yes I must insist, that you should just keep her
Walking with them bands (Bands)
I don't need no visa
Hundreds in my hand (Hand)
You know I stay G'd up (Yuh)
I was on Xanny and I was on Percy, I took that shit like it was Tylenol (Ay)
I looked at the mirror, I tatted my face and I said I created a monster yeah (Woah)
And now you gon' tell me you got all the guap
Watch how the way that they cappin' yuh (Yeah)
I'ma keep ballin', no I cannot stop
No I said bitch to just let it go

[Verse 1]
Uh uh, huh uh, yeah (Yeah)
Me and her swag the same (The same)
Drive fast foreign switch lanes (Switch lanes)
Her last man was a lame (Lame)
Fly first class in the plane (In the plane)
Rock lifestyle just the same yeah

[Chorus]
I just want your bitch (Yeah)
But I do not need her
Yes I must insist ('Sist)
That you should just keep her
Walking with the bands (Bands)
I don't need no visa
Hundreds in my hand (Hand)
You know I stay G'd up
I was on Xanny and I was on Percy, I took that shit like it was Tylenol (Yeah)
I looked at the mirror, I tatted my face and realized I created a monster yeah (Ay)
Boy you gon' tell me you got all the guap
Watch how the way that they cappin' yuh (Yeah)
I'ma keep ballin', I got to stay on top
I'ma keep ballin', 'cause I cannot stop (Pah)
[Hook]
I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin)
I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin)
I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin)
I'ma keep, I'ma keep, I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin)
I'ma keep ballin' (Yuh, hey)
I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin)
I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin)

[Verse 2]
Swerving that Ford (Skrr)
Swerving that foreign
Got 2 exhausts (Huh)
Drive till I'm nauseous (Vroom)
Nowadays I'm so heartless
Crocodile just like [?]
See you later baby alligator, I been rocking all of that Lacoste shit
I'm a rockstar, baby yeah I'm a rockstar2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m That Nigga[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Flex on niggas, flex on bitches, do my thing (Do my thing)
I'm a hitter, money flipper, yous a lame
Diamond fisker, diamond wrist on, water chain
Suicide, doors on fisker, whip insane
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
Flex on nigga, flex on bitches, do my thing

[Verse 1]
I'mma dick her, I won't kiss her, ain't shit changed
Diamond wrist on, diamond fisker, uh bling bling
Love my pistol, it's an issue, aim at your brain (dont know how to act)
Yeah my brother in the kitchen whip cocaine
Pour up a 4, sippin' lean, got slow brain
Got your bitch in my crib givin' brain
Stay with steel, get your ass, now you stained
My bitch be totin', she a shooter, GI Jane (oh my god)
Want the money, all the money, fuck the fame (oh my god)
Who am I? ask your slut, she know my name (yea, she do)
My bitch live in Augusta, that be Maine (not a lame)
I done flexed up boy, you should do the same
[Chorus]
Flex on niggas, flex on bitches, do my thing
I'm a hitter, money flipper, yous a lame (you a lame)
Diamond fisker, diamond wrist on, water chain (water water)
Suicide, doors on fisker, whip insane (fucked your daugther)
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
Flex on nigga, flex on bitches, do my thing

[Verse 2]
Where the pistol? point the pistol, show the safe (show the safe)
Fuck the cops, fuck the Twitter's, fuck the jakes (fuck the jakes)
Versace rolls, sippin' Moet, sippin' Ace
Pull up Lambo, hard to handle, well let's race (skrt skrt, race)
You ain't suckin' dick, hoe get out my face
I fuck any bitch no matter the race (any bitch)
I fuck all the strippers, I feel like I'm Drake (with my woes)
I like revolvers better cause the hold the case
And yes indeed Lil Uzi beat the case (oh my god)
Feel her titty, feel like titty with freebase (feel like 2 Chainz)
Don't eat booty, eat her pussy, like the taste (i like the taste)
Shark hoodie, feel like Nigo all these apes

[Chorus]
Flex on niggas, flex on bitches, do my thing
I'm a hitter, money flipper, yous a lame
Diamond fisker, diamond wrist on, water chain
Suicide, doors on fisker, whip insane
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed
Flex on nigga, flex on bitches, do my thing3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pump Up the Jam[Intro]
I got it
Trust me
I ain't listening, coach
When you go for the, for the alley-oop, I got you (Pew, pew)

[Chorus]
Pump up the jam, alley-oop, catch the slam, yeah
Do it for my fans, all I see is flashin' cam (Yeah)
Doing what I want, you only doin' what you can (Huh?)
I'm in outer space, I don't even think that I'm gon' land, yeah (Whoa)

[Verse]
Pump up the jam, got the world in my hand (Yeah)
Pump up the jam (Yeah), that was all in the plan (Yup)
Pump up the jam, shoot the J on your man, uh (Swish)
Finger roll jelly like jam, ayy
How I end up in Space Jam? Ayy (Oh)
My Jordan's, they be Space Jams, ayy (Mike Jordan's)
This a spaceship, not a Lamb', ayy
I just crossed over your mans, ayy
Did it in front of her friends, ayy (Yo)
Why they keep playing my right side
Whеn the ball in my left hand? Yeah
Why thеy keep playing my right side
When the ball in my left hand? Yeah
[Chorus]
Pump up the jam, alley-oop, catch the slam, yeah
Do it for my fans, all I see is flashin' cam (Yeah)
Doing what I want, you only doin' what you can (Huh?)
I'm in outer space, I don't even think that I'm gon' land, yeah (Whoa)
Pump up the jam, alley-oop, that's a slam, yeah (Bow)
Dunk like LeBron but I shoot like Durant, yeah (Bow)
Only ten seconds, I'm gon' shoot, they think I can't, huh? (Oh)
What? I'm gon' shoot, they think I can't (What?)

[Interlude]
Ten seconds left and triggers in, James, two seconds, one second for the win
Oh, LeBron James delivers
That's a winner

[Chorus]
Pump up the jam, alley-oop, that's a slam, yeah
Dunk like Lebron but I shoot like Durant, yeah
Pump up the jam, alley-oop, that's a slam, yeah
Pump up the jam, p-pump-pump up the jam

[Outro]
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Sasuke 2*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Lil Uzi
If I take one more pill, lose my mind like Sasuke
Ooh, let me show these niggas how to swag
This ain't Baby Pluto, this Sasuke
Ooh, look (Fuck nigga)

[Verse]
Rat-ass nigga, you not my kind
Ho give me head, gon' pick my mind
Can't smoke with me, bitch, you sniff lines
I got flows like I'm Popcaan
I ain't gon' lie, I hope all the opps die
Whipping up the wet then we serving out the dry
Bust down the watch like, nigga, what's time?
Can't go out sad, go out bad this time (Yeah)
You ain't one of mine, you can miss your mom
I'll drop a mil' way faster than a vine (Whoa)
I'll drop a bag way faster than I signed
I be on my block and it's hotter than an iron
No, I ain't lacking, in the trenches with a nine
I be on point like a damn porcupine (Skrrt)
She got a Goyard belt right there by her spine
1600, nigga, fuck the other side (Bop)
Drop a opp, that's a wrap
In my hood, I'm the grandson, King Von
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Trunk Got Birdies[Intro]
Good work Charlie, hahaha

[Chorus]
Started chopping twenty M down to a thirty
I need at least like 3 mill', that's for certain
I'm just working off the lean now I'm swervin'
12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies
My trunk got birdies (My trunk got what?)
Trunk got birdies, (Goddamn, goddamn)
That trunk got birdies (Yes, it do)
Shit my trunk got birdies
Shit my trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
My trunk got birdies (I got birdies)
My trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
Damn, my trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
Trunk got birdies (Trunk got birdies)
Trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies (What the fuck)
My trunk got birdies (Goddamn)
Trunk got birdies (Damn)
12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies

[Verse 1]
20 shot forty round
Said, 20 shot for your mans
Hundred grand hundred grand
You ain't got money flex for the gram
I need ten million fast, I saw how niggas just grab it fast
Last year Monique was in my wallet, this year a nigga be rapping bands
Sipping Ack, a nigga traffickin'
My bitch white but booty African
Where my niggas that be trapping syrup?
Where my niggas that be trapping Xans? (I need it)
If you see me better say that plural
'Cause of my ways with partner and them
Sipping lean catching Z like I'm Zoro
If you talk shit you ain't cop from them
On the beach sipping lean (In Tosias?)
I said what you mean this is Sangria
And if you got wet better get that key up
Cause that Mac 11 shoot like a seizure
And yes I'm finessing just with my feet up
And my bitch bad look like Sacagawea
And I love the pussy but I don't need her
And I love the pussy but I don't need her
[Chorus]
Started chopping twenty M down to a thirty
I need at least like 3 mill', that's for certain
I'm just working off the lean now I'm swervin'
12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies (My trunk got what?)
My trunk got birdies (Trunk got birdies)
Trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
That trunk got birdies (Trunk got birdies)
Shit my trunk got birdies (They do, they do)
Shit my trunk got birdies (Goddamn, goddamn)
My trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
My trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
Damn, my trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
Trunk got birdies (Trunk got birdies)
Trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies (Goddamn, goddamn)
My trunk got birdies (My nigga, my nigga)
Trunk got birdies (Ain't this some shit)
12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies

[Verse 2]
They whipping that work (They whipping that work)
Them niggas was serving (They serve, they serve)
You talking that shit (You talkin' that what?)
Them niggas will hurt you
And [?] I let it be [?]
And when I sip that, my word they be slurring
And Lil Uzi, bitch
I'm fucking yo bitch
She all in my crib, she sucking my dick
The fucked up thing, you kissing her lips
I’m looking at you, you nasty as shit
My trunk got birdies, my trunk got birdies
I'm fuckin' yo bitch, Versace shades like I’m J Swerve
Yeah I'm killing it, yeah I'm killing it
Yeah I'm finessing, 'cause I'm feeling it
(Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
[Chorus]
Started chopping twenty M down to a thirty
I need at least like 3 mill', that's for certain (I do, I do)
I'm just working off the lean now I'm swervin'
12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies (My trunk got what?)
My trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
Trunk got birdies (Goddamn, goddamn)
That trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies)
Shit my trunk got birdies (It do, it do)
Shit my trunk got birdies (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
My trunk got birdies (I do, I do)
My trunk got birdies (My trunk got what?)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gwap[Hook]
Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin'
I hear these  snakes nigga they be hissin'
Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin'
I hear the snakes they be hissin'
I can't fuck with no bitch niggas
And I don't do well with sneak dissin'
Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin'
I hear these  snakes nigga they be hissin'
Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin'
I hear the snakes they be hissin'
I can't fuck with no bitch niggas
And I don't do well with sneak dissin'

[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning went straight to the kitchen
I'm whippin' and whippin', that act got me sippin'
That perc got me itchin', Xanax got me trippin'
I'm bustin' the Smith and these niggas start drippin'
Better hope that I'm missin', I take your existence
My dick what she grippin', my pockets they drippin'
That bitch think I'm trippin'
Tilapia Fish with strippers they dinners and lobster and lemon
Armani, Givenchy, Versace white linens
Finessin' I'm flexin' I feel like a gymnast
My bank sure like O Dog cuz I am the menace
Slugs on my teeth and a nigga keep grinnin'
Margiela, Rick Owens, that hat be Raf Simons
Its funny my pockets they be money centered
Its funny my pockets they got money in it
I drill in her mouth just like I'm a dentist
Niggas be hatin' bitches be fakin'
Money I'm makin, your bitch I'm takin'
Put work in my [?]
Never your hoe, but  the cake what I'm chasin'
They say I'm a mason, put me next to Satan
But none of this true I'm just gettin' this paper
They say I'm a mason, put me next to Satan
But none against you I'm just gettin' this paper
[Hook]
Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin'
I hear these  snakes nigga they be hissin'
Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin'
I hear the snakes they be hissin'
I can't fuck with no bitch niggas
And I don't do well with sneak dissin'
Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin'
I hear these  snakes nigga they be hissin'
Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin'
I hear the snakes they be hissin'
I can't fuck with no bitch niggas
And I don't do well with sneak dissin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cannot Feel My Body*[Intro]
My life like a movie, there's no way they can stop it, yeah
[?] on me, I be swagging and saucin, yeah
My life like a movie, there's no way they can stop it, yeah
[?] on me, I be swagging and saucin, yeah

[Hook]
Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah
I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah
I’m feeling awesome
Be this way to the coffin, yeah
Call me lil' frosting
Cause I'm always on top of ya
Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah
I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah
I’m feeling awesome
Be this way to the coffin, yeah
Call me lil' frosting
Cause I'm always on top of ya

[Verse 1]
I’m a rockstar for life I can’t help it
Every time that you rage, yeah you felt it
Put the game on my back and I held it
Get the back ends them back ends from Belgium
Put the pack in the mail and we sell it
And I know it’s some niggas was tellin
Ain’t no snitch so I can’t even tell it
I’m a rockstar for life I can’t help it
Yeah (Aye)
Every time that you rage, yeah you felt it
Put the game on my back and I held it
Get the back ends them back ends from Belgium
Put the pack in the mail and we sell it
And I know it’s some niggas was tellin
Ain’t no snitch so I can’t even tell it
[?]
My bitch so bad yeah this shit got me jealous
My bitch so bad yeah my bitch she a felon
Slide on the beat but I drip a lil wetter
My neck is so cold bitch I’m missing the sweater
Just talked to two hoes I might hit em together
I could hit one for two [?]
My mom on my phone, gotta get it together
[Hook]
Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah
I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah
I’m feeling awesome
Be this way to the coffin, yeah
Call me lil' frosting
Cause I'm always on top of ya
Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah
I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah
I’m feeling awesome
Be this way to the coffin, yeah
Call me lil' frosting
Cause I'm always on top of ya

[Verse 2]
[?] bought her baby Birkin
My pockets they swole, I ‘member I was hurting
Every time I flex, I'm sorry, not on purpose
Don’t like what you see, you better close your curtains
[?] bought her baby Birkin
My pockets they swole, I ‘member I was hurting
Every time I flex, I'm sorry, not on purpose
Don’t like what you see, you better close your curtains (It's Lil Uzi Vert!)

[Hook]
Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah
I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah
I’m feeling awesome
Be this way to the coffin, yeah
Call me lil' frosting
Cause I'm always on top of ya
Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah
I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah
I’m feeling awesome
Be this way to the coffin, yeah
Call me lil' frosting
Cause I'm always on top of ya1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Audi*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
Gotta know

[Chorus]
(Audi, audi, audi, audi)
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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We Workin[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil Uzi, huh?
I just tell these niggas and these bitches all the same thing
(What you tell 'em?)
‘Cause they all mortals and I'm immortal
They can't stop me, only thing they can do is watch me
And all I say is... (Tell 'em)

[Chorus]
We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin'
We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin'
And they watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin'
They watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin'
And we workin', we workin', we workin', we workin'
We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin'
And they watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin'
They watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin'

[Verse 1]
And we workin', we workin', and these haters, they hatin'
And I'm swervin', and I'm drinkin' on that purple, words slurrin'
And I'm killin' it, and I'm feelin' it
When I'm gone off of that trippy stick
"But I thought, Vert, you ain't smoke"
Bitch, get off my dick again
‘Cause I'm making all this money, and this shit ain't nothin'
If you keep talking shit then you gon' have to deal with these repercussions
And I be just doing anything that I want ‘cause I go loco
Got yo' bitch all on my dick, bust it open for a Four Loko
I said that bitch go crazy, I said that bitch go crazy
I said that bitch be your lady, yeah, that bitch go crazy
Had to say it one more time, ‘cause I be feeling that shit
And I ain't 'bout to set trip, but I know some Blood and some Crip
Got a bitch all on my dick, rolling off the acid trip
Yeah, she sucking all on my balls, and she licking all on that tip
I'm a ratchet motherfucker, and I got a ratchet bitch
Well, she just kinda raunchy, that ass kinda chunky
And I don't fuck with the golds, bitch, I'm platinum plus
And I got yo' bitch all on me, she know that I'm a thug
And you do what you can, but a nigga do what he want
And it's that Lil Uzi Vert, but I got a pump
And I'm driving real fast, and I just got my license
And I can fuck yo' bitch, everybody know she dykin'
She sucking on the clit, she sucking everybody
And I don't give a fuck, get more head than she got bodies
[Chorus]
We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin'
We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin'
And they watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin'
They watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin'
And we workin', we workin', we workin', we workin'
We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin'
And they watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin'
They watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin'

[Verse 2]
Eyes blurry, but focused, got that kush, pussy bitch
Yeah that shit so potent, wet just like the ocean
They say Lil Uzi Vert jet ski and I'm floatin'
Yeah, they call me, "Broski," yeah, they know I'm floatin'
When I'm in some fly shit or when I'm with a foreign bitch
Making all this money, riding in a foreign whip
Rocking all these foreign clothes, it's foreign this and foreign that
When I'm overseas, you know I'm busting all these foreign traps
Yeah, that be the plug, nigga, what you want?
I finesse and I just flex, finessin' the jugg
I could kill anything that I get on
And I could fuck any bitch when I get on
Lil niggas tote guns but don't know right from wrong
I hope I taught you something by the end of this song7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Swap That*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
I'll swap that, I'll swap that (Woo)
I'll swap that (Yeah), I'll swap that (Bee, bee, ayy)
I'll swap that (Bee, bee, ayy), I'll swap that (Ayy)
I'll swap that (It's Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)

[Verse 1]
I smoke dope (Dope), that opp pack (Ooh, ooh)
Brand new gun (Gun), I'll swap that (Swap)
I don't want my old bitch, I'll swap that (Yeah, yeah)
I don't want your love (Ayy, ayy), I don't want you back (Um, yeah)
No, I don't need your love (Nuh-uh), I just need to get my racks (My racks)
I just need to fill my backpack (Ayy) up with the all-blue stacks (Ayy)
And I know this is a fact (Fact), niggas ain't got my back (Got my back)
I can't blame that ho (Yeah), 'cause she's on that 'Net (That 'Net)
Okay, switchin' on my girls, it's a blessin'
I can't swap out none of these cars, my collection (No)
Outer space coupe like the Jetsons
I swapped out my life and then I turned it to the best one (Woah, oh, yeah)

[Chorus]
I'll swap that (Let's go, hеy), I'll swap that (Woo, yeah)
I'll swap that (Woo, woo, bee), I'll swap that (Woo, yeah)
I'll swap that (Ayy), I'll swap that (Bee, bee, yeah)
I'll swap that (Swap, swap), I'll swap that (Bee, bee)
[Verse 2]
Swappin' out all of my frеaks (Freaks)
Swappin' 'em out every week (Every week)
She let me hit like the beat (The beat)
I can make her Mona Li' (Ayy)
I know she countin' me out (Out)
But my fans countin' on me (On me)
I had to switch the bitch out (Yeah)
Treat that hoe just like a lease (I guess)
She tryna bark me like a dog
I got a Goyard leash (Yeah)
And I can tell they all frauds
'Cause they know 'bout me
Yeah, and it's still VLONE on my jeans
Yeah, and I'm still feelin' oh-so-clean
Yeah, and I still feel like I'm in my teens
Yeah, and on the real, life ain't what it seems
Yeah, double C and my shirt Celine
Yeah, triple bean and I'm on some lean, yeah

[Chorus]
I'll swap that (Hey), I'll swap that (Yeah)
I'll swap that (What?), I'll swap that (Huh?)
I'll swap that (Yeah), I'll swap that (Woah)
I'll swap that (Ayy)
I'll swap that, I'll swap that
I'll swap that, I'll swap that
I'll swap that, I'll swap that
I'll swap that
[Outro]
Um, yeah, hahahaha
Ah
Swap her
Yeah
Um, yeah, dippin' her in the water
Yeah, look at my wrist and it cost a quarter
Yeah, I don't even want your daughter
Yeah, look at him, I feel like father
Yeah, niggas mad 'cause I'm the one
Yeah, shoot my shot and I don't need a gun1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Old Ways*[Intro]
(Yeah, ayy)
(Woah, yeah)
It's Lil Uzi (It's Lil Uzi Vert?)
(Back to my old ways)
(Back to my old ways)
(Back to my old ways)
(Back to my old ways)

[Chorus]
I miss the old days
I miss my old bae
Neck like a snow day
Driving, got road rage
I'm on the road race
Hit it fast, not a slow pace
Cross the street, gotta look both ways
My new bitch, she go both ways

[Verse 1]
My new bitch, she go both ways
Everybody, they know I'm paid
I ain't having no slow days
I dont even know this bitch name
Why the fuck is she in my face
Need to put on my Louis V shades
Ain't no hate even going my way
Gotta leave no-no I can't stay
I spent like 20 a day
Water my neck like a drain
She don't even know where I stay
Yeah, my chopper got a bеam
I fell in love with the cakе
Back to my old ways (Aye)
But I been through a little more pain (Um Yeah)
[Chorus]
I miss the old days
I miss my old bae
Neck like a snow day
Driving, got road rage
I'm on the road race
Hit it fast, not a slow pace
Cross the street, gotta look both ways
My new bitch, she go both ways

[Verse 2]
Woah, I do not play when it come to my bro
Woah, I do not play when it comes to my hoe
Matter of fact you could have her
I don't care cause vision my got clear, and I am still here
I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, same nigga that's at the top tier
I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, I got a Miami crib, came with a pier
I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, cause me and you nigga, no we are not peers
Every time I smack that girl fucking bottoms It look like an apple, don't look like a pear
That's why this bitch don't got no no apple bottoms
Got a Rick Owens pants cost a racky a pair
Trappin' in here, need this backend in here
They ain't living them stories, just rapping in fear
You moving like that, then you moving in fear
Don't need nobody, I stack in the mirror
Panorama on the camera, [?] mirror (Panorama on the camera)
I do not do no interviews cause these niggas cops
And I will never talk let 'em hear
My haters in a huddle, I walk through a puddle
Cause I got the water that splash in here
Going so fast, ain't no track in here
TracPhone, TracPhone, trap in here
Care about money, and cars, and fashion in here
My girl don't understand me, I'm too weird
My money so long it might just grow a beard
So much money that gotta be cleared
[Chorus]
I miss the old days, I miss my old bae
Neck like a snow day, driving got road rage
I'm on the road race, hit it fast not a slow pace
Cross the street got look both ways, my lil bitch she go both waysEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Decapitator[Intro]
*Steps back*
Let's get it, Lil Uzi
Let's get it, yeah

[Chorus]
Okay, I'm not with the funny shit
I need my money quick, if you don't got it, catch fold (Fold)
And if they come after me, turn to catastrophe
Hundred round drum, no reload (Reload)
And If I die 'fore I wake, I pray to lord for my soul to take, that's how it goes (Goes)
It's fucked up we not in the same position
You sell your soul just for some gold (Gold)
I'm not with the funny shit
I need my money quick, if you don't got it, catch fold (Fold)
And if they come after me, turn to catastrophe
Hundred round drum, no reload (Reload)
And If I die 'fore I wake, I pray to lord for my soul to take, that's how it goes (Goes)
It's fucked up we not in the same position
You sell your soul just for some gold (Straight up)

[Verse]
My body keep shakin', my head it keep turning, I been sittin' out in the fold
It's fucked niggas get a lil' money, they turning so cold (Cold)
The cops was just after me
Jack boy was after me, shit, I don't know where to go
That's why I got these gats on me, hundred round don't reload
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Lil Uzi
I don't even smoke (You know it)
Just roll me something
I don't even smoke (I don't)
About to roll me something, I am
I don't even smoke (Yeah), I don't even smoke (Yeah)
This money keep comin'
These threats do not phase me
I will get you touched for the low (The low)
I'm whippin' up baby, this shit is amazing, what I do on grandmamas stove (Stove)
I'm countin' big faces, these niggas be hatin'
My killers be totin' these poles (Poles)
And if you take picture of that lil' money
You will be the lick for the show (Show)
And when it rains nigga it pours (Pours)
And when it sleet nigga it snows (Snows)
This summer I'm stuntin', I'm hot as the oven
The sun hit my chain now it glows (Glows)
And when it rains nigga it pours (Pours)
And when it sleet nigga it snows (Snow)
This summer I'm stuntin', I'm hot as a oven
The sun hit my chain now it glows (Glow)
[Chorus]
Okay, I'm not with the funny shit
I need my money quick, if you don't got it, catch fold (Yeah)
And if they come after me, turn to catastrophe
Hundred round drum, no reload (Yeah)
And If I die 'fore I wake, I pray to lord for my soul to take, that's how it goes (Yeah)
It's fucked up we not in the same position (Yeah)
You sell your soul just for some gold (Yeah)
Okay, not with the funny shit, I need my money quick...

[Outro]
I don't even smoke
Just roll me something
I don't even smoke (Pew)
About to roll me something (Pew)
I don't even smoke (Pew), I don't even smoke (Pew)30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Porsche*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Woah
It's Lil Uzi Vert
It's Lil Uzi Vert, ayy
Yeah, let's go

[Chorus]
Of course, what you pull up in? a Porsche (In a Porsche)
All of my whips, they got horse (Got horse)
All of my cars, they got torque (Skrrt)
All of my bitches make noise (Noise)
She screaming' loud 'til she hoarse (Hoarse)
She clean it up like a chore (A chore)
No, my bitch don't got a choice (Choice)
Of course, what you pull up in? a Porsche (In a Porsche)
All of my whips, they got horse (Got horse)
All of my cars, they got torque (Skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches make noise (Noise)
Shе screaming' loud 'til she hoarse (Hoarsе)
She clean it up like a chore (A chore)
No, my bitch don't got a choice (Choice)

[Verse]
Who that knocking on my door? (My door)
That is my boy, of course (Of course)
Smokin' on chronic of course (Of course)
Know they got reefer, got on here, of course (Oh)
Come in your hood, I get honored, of course
Pull out my car, it's so fast, need a course
Some of niggas, they been through the war
I fucked you bitch right on top of the water (Water)
Give her some dick and she like a thesaurus
You know she love me regardless
Got back home with five million just from touring' (Yeah)
Let me tell y'all niggas, time's important
I can't do that shit, I swear that I'm sure
Don't get mad at me 'cause you'll just be harmin'
FN got two tone on deck like it's carbon
Just like a bird, through the city, I'm soarin' (Yeah)
I got a bad bitch that got endurance (Yeah)
I got a big body, came with insurance
I got a big bag, put it on a forklift
Niggas be hatin', like, who? I'm Horton (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin' up white just like walkin' on Forces
Twelve get behind me, I turn to big artist
Ask me in my coupe, see I'm good, they annoyin'
I lost my mind and I'm still hearin' voices
Niggas gon' be mad, that's all day (That's all day)
Yeah, that's all day (That's all day)
Bitches makin' noise in the hallways (In the hallway)
We don't all play (We don't all play)
I'm a big boy, no small games
Bitch, we all paid
Lil' nigga, I'm in tall gangs
Bitch, I'm self made (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Of course, what you pull up in? a Porsche (In a Porsche)
All of my whips, they got horse (Got horse)
All of my cars, they got torque (Skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches make noise (Noise)
She screaming' loud 'til she hoarse (Hoarse)
She clean it up like a chore (A chore)
No, my bitch don't got a choice (Choice)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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So High / See The Lord*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
(Yeah)
I be so high, sometimes I can see the Lord (The Lord, huh?)
Yeah, that's you? Yeah (uh)
Stack it so high, I can't even see the floor
(10Fifty, I love you)
Yes, woah, yeah

[Chorus]
Niggas hate, that's of course (Of course)
Yeah, I feel like Stevie, can't even see no more
Yeah, pull up in a 'Rari, pedal to the floor (Skrrt)
Yeah, and I drive this 'Rari like it's on a course (Yoom)
Yeah, fucking on this bitch, damn, she lost her voice (Woah)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Heaven[Chorus]
You know life isn't fair and I have a couple questions (Questions)
I was only six, you didn't see me turn seven
I've been on my own, I'm just living off a blessin'
And when I do wrong, will I still make it to heaven?
Hold on, woah, (Nah) hold on, woah-oh
Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh
Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh
Hold on, woah, (Hold on) hold on, woah-oh
Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh (Yeah)
Hold on, woah, (Yeah), hold on, woah-oh (Ayy)
Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh (Ayy)
Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh (Ayy)

[Verse]
I said I walked in with a whole different plate (Ayy)
She walked in with a whole different man (Ayy, yeah)
It's okay 'cause I walked in with some whole different bands
(Ayy, ayy)
I'ma do what I want, you gon' do what you can
I said even when I'm sad, I'ma get off the jet, yeah (Yeah)
And when I get old, and I die, turn into a plant, yeah (Oh)
But I can't get old, I'ma stay how I am (Yeah)
Don't want my old bitches that's why I am not with them (Ayy)
Okay, if you call my phone and I don't answer, then I'm ballin'
Maybe I ain't answer 'cause, baby, you used to stall me
Maybe I ain't answer 'cause I'm depressed and I'm lonely
My cousin in heaven, I wonder if he can call me
I, I, I know you can hear it all up in my voice
I know that I sound like I am kinda hoarse
Shootin' at the opps, I think they want some more (Brr, brr)
Bitch, we got the shells like we at the shore (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
Yes, I make a rapper hanging out the door
But I ride for my gang, nigga, that's of course
And if they gon' declare, then we bringin' war
(Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Gotta see it, only way I'll believe it
And I'm doing a handshake like I'm really from Bleveland
And you know that it's murder, believe it
If we killing forever what's the reason? (Yeah)
[Chorus]
You know life isn't fair and I have a couple questions
I was only six, you didn't see me turn seven
I've been on my own, I'm just living off a blessin'
And when I do wrong, will I still make it to heaven?
Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh (Yeah)
Hold on, woah, Hold on, woah-oh (Woah)
Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh
Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh

[Outro]
Do they really like me?
I don't know, I don't care
If she really fucked me, I don't know, like to share
Do them by the two's, Uzi ooh, in a pair
I stayed in my mood, I'm so cool, I'm too rare
Yeah, (Yeah) she's too scared
[?] then that girl ain't got no fairs
My vision was blurry, nowadays it's way too clear
My house is too big like a town and I'm the mayor
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Friends (16 Zone)[Intro]
Ike (Ike)

It's not Vlone it's die lone, Get my bitch some Dover
I fuck your bitch then I take her back home, But she gotta give me dome
I told your bitch leave me alone, Feel like i'm in 16 zone, I flood my wrist on top of my yacht, Eliantte on my jaws

I came a long way, my enemies close
If you don't look at your toes
I came a long way, Yeah I never told
Drop half a million 20 toes
And my shit bang, pull up on a boat
Spend a couple bands right for a coat
See I would never never never catch a cold
I would never never never trust a hoe
I would never never never catch me smiling
But you know I ain't feel this good in a while
Uzi get money in the back of the trap

Just turned the racks and that boy get the mileage
Fucked your bitch made her get my accountant
She suck with her throat eat it up like a lion
She ain't in no Bentley you know that girl-

She said it look like a silencer, Don't make a sound, I paint her face make her look like a clown. Shoutout to fifty I just talked to Beanie
I'm talking to Beanie when no one's around
Bitch like a silencer, Don't make a sound, I paint her face make her look like a clown. Shoutout to fifty I just talked to Beanie
I'm talking to Beanie when no one's around

It's not Vlone it's die lone, Get my bitch some Dover
I fuck your bitch then I take her back home, But she gotta give me dome
I told your bitch leave me alone, Feel like i'm in 16 zone, I flood my wrist on top of my yacht, Eliantte on my jaws

I came a long way, My diamonds they froze
If you don't look at your toes
I came a long way, Yeah I never told
Drop half a million 20 toes
And my shit bang, pull up on a boat
Spend a couple bands right for a coat
See I would never never never catch a cold
I would never never never trust a hoe
I would never never never catch me smiling
But you know I ain't feel this good in a while
Uzi get money in the back of the trap

Just turned the racks and that boy get the mileage
Fucked your bitch made her get my accountant
She suck with her throat eat it up like a lion
She ain't in no Bentley you know that girl-

She said it look like a silencer, Don't make a sound, I paint her face make her look like a clown. Shoutout to fifty I just talked to Beanie
I'm talking to Beanie when no one's around
Bitch like a silencer, Don't make a sound, I paint her face make her look like a clown. Shoutout to fifty I just talked to Beanie
I'm talking to Beanie when no one's around

It's not Vlone it's die lone, Get my bitch some Dover
I fuck your bitch then I take her back home, But she gotta give me dome
I told your bitch leave me alone, Feel like i'm in 16 zone, I flood my wrist on top of my yacht, Eliantte on my jaws

I came a long way, My diamonds they froze
If you don't look at your toes
I came a long way, Yeah I never told
Drop half a million 20 toes
And my shit bang, pull up on a boat
Spend a couple bands right for a coat
See I would never never never catch a cold
I would never never never trust a hoe3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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L.A.[Intro]
God damn its your motherfuckin' boy Lil Uzi
The mob, the God damn OG gas, the God damn Cartier shawty
God damn grilled up shawty
God damn Balmain shawty
Hey you know I have a feelin'
But I fuck with some niggas from LA too

[Verse]
Woke up this mornin' with your motherfuckin' bitch
Smacked her on the ass while she cooked me eggs and grits
After I'm done with her, send her back to your crib
You gon' kiss her lips like she ain't suck my dick
Run it, run it, run it, get a check and run it up
She gon' eat the team, swallow mine, come straight for lunch
Went to LA, 305 picked me up
We just flex on bustas, keep that number nine tucked
Call up IAmSu! nigga, what the fuck is up?
Call up IAmSu! for the Cartier plug
Me and IAmSu! talkin' bout bitches that we want
Smokin' OG gas, purple shit in my lungs

[Hook]
Went to LA nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to the Bay nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to PA nigga what the fuck is up?
What the fuck is up? What the fuck is up?
Went to LA nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to the Bay nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to PA nigga what the fuck is up?
What the fuck is up? What the fuck is up?
Went to LA nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to the Bay nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to PA nigga what the fuck is up?
What the fuck is up? What the fuck is up?
Went to LA nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to the Bay nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to PA nigga what the fuck is up?
What the fuck is up? What the fuck is up?
[Outro]
Went to the NO nigga what the fuck is up?
Went to Chi-raq nigga what the fuck is up?
Went straight through Brooklyn nigga what the fuck is up?
Know some Harlem niggas like what the fuck is up?
Niggas in the Bronx like what the fuck is up?
Niggas in the City like what the fuck is up?
My niggas out in Texas like what the fuck is up?
My niggas North Carolina like what the fuck is up?
My niggas South Carolina like what the fuck is up?
My Detroit niggas like what the fuck is up?
My ATL niggas like what the fuck is up?
I ran out of beat, rest of y'all what is up?3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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In This Bitch*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Okay, It's Lil Uzi Vert
Slow down (Skrrt)
Woah, hey, what?
Huh (Crazy, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, It's Lil Uzi Vert

[Chorus]
I go dumb in this bitch
Fuck from the back, put my thumb in this bitch
He sound just like me, like my son in this bitch
Smoking on gas need a lung in this bitch
I'm not T-Pain, but I'm swung in this bitch
She open her mouth, use her tongue in this bitch
I am so fly, I could run in this bitch
Aye, bitch, I be running this shit
Aye, so fly, I get turnt in this bitch

[Post-Chorus]
You know I'm rich as a bitch
Count up a mil' (Bitch)
Stay with a real bitch
You is a real bitch
I know the real bitch
You prolly snitched like a bitch
Suck on this dick, you lil' bitch
[Verse 1]
Bust on this dick, you lil' bitch
I just cut off my lil' bitch
I just topped off my lil bitch
I got that Pamela (Bitch)
I can not sneak diss a bitch
I'ma just mistreat a bitch
Pull up a two-seater (Bitch)
And I got two heaters (Bitch)
Diamonds like water (Bitch)
You look like your father (Bitch)
I'm smoking on Howard (Bitch)
Not smoking on sour (Bitch)
I got Courage the Dog (Bitch)
I'm not a coward (Bitch)
Girl from Miami (Bitch)
But her attitude from Broward (Bitch)
I might just swerve on that bitch
I cannot worry 'bout no bitch
I cannot worry 'bout no bitch
I cannot worry 'bout no bitch
I came in first in this bitch
Cannot get hurt for this bitch
Cannot get tricked by no bitch
Only get licked by a bitch
[Chorus]
I go dumb in this bitch
Fuck from the back, put my thumb in this bitch
He sound just like me, like my son in this bitch
Smoking on gas need a lung in this bitch
I'm not T-Pain, but I'm swung in this bitch
She open her mouth, use her tongue in this bitch
I am so fly, I could run in this bitch
Aye, bitch, I be running this shit
Aye, so fly, I get turnt in this bitch

[Verse 2]
I'm so disrespectful, but I could get intellectual
Bad bitch with me, and you know she bisexual
I done already snapped, let me see you flex and roll
I just bought a whole pint, from your local Texaco
Cops pull me over, I act like I'm from Mexico
I'm not Wreck-It Ralph, but I'm known to prolly wreck your hoe
Niggas tryna take my temperature, you need to check your hoe (Woah)
We got them sticks like bitch (Yes)
Won't call my opps like a bitch (Ay)
I cannot miss a bitch
I put my bricks on a bitch
I put my wrist in that bitch
Diamonds got piss in this bitch
I cannot kiss that lil' bitch
Asked that lil bitch for a bitch
I am not sensitive (Bitch)
My bitch, she say "periodt" (Bitch)
But where the sentence is? (Bitch)
I look at the whole one (Bitch)
My eyes look chameleon
I'm so rich, I'm reptilian (Bitch)
I'm not lying, bitch, I'm serious (Bitch)
I'm not George, but I'm curious (Bitch)
Fuck that bitch in the tub, man, I'm no Harriet
[Chorus]
I go dumb in this bitch
Fuck from the back, put my thumb in this bitch
He sound just like me, like my son in this bitch
Smoking on gas need a lung in this bitch
I'm not T-Pain, but I'm swung in this bitch
She open her mouth, use her tongue in this bitch
I am so fly, I could run in this bitch
Aye, bitch, I be running this shit
Aye, so fly, I get turnt in this bitch5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Leaving[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Lil Uzi

[Hook Lil Uzi Vert]
She only want a lil niggah cause I'm eatin'
Man I swear, it looks deceiving
And your bitch all on my dick just for no reason
Man I swear, it looks deceiving

[Hook Phat Geez]
She only want a lil niggah cuz I'm eatin'
Oh, I looks deceiving
If she ain't tryna fuck me bitch you leaving
Oh, bitch you leaving

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bitches all up on my dick
And I bought some of these lips
And I be getting the money, got fifties and hundreds like I just hit me a lick
Choppin' a brick, my bitch just be choppin' and choppin' a brick
Winter time fox on the list
Summer time's here so it's droppin' the top on the whip
Extended clip right on the Uzi
My bitch got extended clip right on the fifth
Rollie matching on the wrist
And She love sucking my dick, and you love taking her out
[Verse: Phat Geez]
You like taking her out
And I'm dickin' her down, get the fuck out my house
We got limited work
(what the fuck is a drought?) what the fuck is a drought?
We moving it in and pitching it out
Might give her the dick, don't be running your mouth
Don't be running your mouth, we snatching em all don't ask for the price
Won't make it upstairs, you get fucked on the couch
Fucked on the couch let me slow it down
When I'm in the building smelling like a pound
Your bitch on my dick tell her wipe it down (wipe it down)
Yeah Uzi tell her wipe it down

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert ]
She only want a lil niggah cause I'm eatin'
Man I swear, it looks deceiving
And your bitch all on my dick just for no reason
Man I swear, it looks deceiving

[Hook Phat Geez]
She only want a lil niggah cuz I'm eatin'
Oh, I looks deceiving
If she ain't tryna fuck me bitch you leaving
Oh, bitch you leaving
[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
She said Lil Uzi, can't keep my name out her mouth
Yeah I was all in your bed, nigga I fuck with your house
Nobody don't know who you is, where the fuck is your clout
I open the trunk, nigga what you want
This .50 Cal have you running a route
Nigga I am on the rise, in the kitchen with my guys
Mixing the pot this shit is a bakery, just the way Uzi be flipping them pies (whip)
If I ain't gripping the tec, then I be grippin' the nine
If I ain't grippin her hips, then I be grippin' her thighs1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Don’t Know Nuffin[Intro]
Oh, oh
I'm skrt
They looking at me like I got answers  (Uh-uh)
I don't know nuffin'

[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga got hit in the head 12 came round
Fuck you looking at, fuck 12 nigga, pigs
Nigga I don't know nuffin'
Why the fuck a fuck nigga talkin to me, like I'm dead like
I don't know nuffin' like we don't know nuffin'
Now I'm gettin' money nigga look at me like I owe them something

[Chorus]
But I don't know nuffin', like I don't know nuffin'
Yeah I'm gone off the lean, drink promethazine nigga I don't know nuffin' (Like I don't know nuffin')
Say I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin'
Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen but I don't know nuffin'

[Verse 1]
[?], with it on ya'
Better get dumbfounded on shit like I don't know nuffin' (Like we don't know nuffin')
I don't understand how a nigga be rattin' on they own damn cousin (On their own damn kinfolk)
They did that shit in my hood now a new nigga
Don't know nuffin' (God damn, god damn)
I don't fuck with a rat nigga don't fuck with a bitch nigga never
Hit a nigga up with a motherfuckin' Glock ten
Right through the leather (God damn, god damn)
Yeah I'm driving around in that new new
Yeah I got money like what (Let's get it let's get it)
And my bitch look like new new
But buff in the body, in the butt
Nigga what's up
Like I don't no nuffin'
Bout that money I know something
Ain't bout that money I don't know nuffin'
All the bitches over there, all the bitches over there
I don't understand how a niggas cuffin'
Talkin' bout your shootin' at my squad
Nigga swear to god that a bitch nigga be bluffin' (Whatever)
Yeah the bitch nigga bluffin' (Yeah, yeah)
But I don't no nuffin'
I ain't gon go on twitter tell a nigga I'm gon' kill em
'Cause I don't know nuffin' (Cop shit)
'Cause swear to god you know that the god damn cops be watchin'
So you know the god damn feds be comin'
I don't fuck with 12, I don't fuck with jake
I don't fuck with the pig, I don't fuck with the narc
Hit a nigga in his head now a nigga dead shit
Like I don't know nothin'
[Bridge]
Bitch nigga, swear to god I don't know nuffin' (That's true)
You got work well who the fuck you frontin'
Cause if you start frontin' my squad
We ain't takin' that like its nothin' (Take that shit amir)
I don't know nuffin'

[Chorus]
But I don't know nuffin',  I don't know nuffin
Yeah I'm gone off the lean, drink promethazine I don't know nuffin'
Like I don't know nuffin'
Say I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin'
Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen
But I don't know nuffin'
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Nigga talk fake I finish it
Yeah I hid the semi quick
Yeah I gotta fuckin' kill a nigga
Yeah I'm gettin' money
Started off with one, started off with two
Now watch a nigga go to trippin'
Yeah I'm gettin' money motherfucker
Got chains got rings
Yeah all these diamonds, these penny rich
Like literally, like literally (Longway)
Got your bitch on me yeah she fuckin' with a lil' nigga
Lil Uzi Vert pull the trigger
Tell a bitch I be makin' money I be gettin' fifties, hundreds
Nigga I was just a feenin' (God damn)
I get a lot of mothafuckin' thangs
[?]
If you do weight
Dumb motherfuckin' pussy nigga
Ten niggas fuck with it (Fuck with me, fuck with me)
I'm a real nigga seveteen when I first started gettin' money
Like I'm Will (Gettin' money like I'm Will)
Yeah I will [?] when ya nigga won't wit em
I shoot a nigga up yeah I got a semi tucked
No old people or children
And I got the semi tucked
Nigga just be peepin', no old people or children
Money just come and go (Come and go)
Young nigga got bankroll (Got bankroll)
Come up on me, suicidal
Come up on me, suicidal
[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga got hit in the head 12 round
I don't know nuffin'
Fuck you looking at, fuck 12 nigga, pigs
Nigga I don't know nuffin'
Why the fuck a fuck nigga talk to me, I'm dead like
I don't know, I don't know
Now I'm gettin' money nigga look at me like I owe them something

[Chorus]
But I don't know nuffin', I don't know nuffin'
Yeah I'm gone off the lean drink promethazine I don't know nuffin'
Like I don't know nuffin'
I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin'
Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen but I don't know nuffin'
(I don't know nuffin')

[Outro]
We don't tolerate the rat shit
Yeah
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Forgi Tires*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
Yeah
Pull up skrrt, Forgi Tires
Xanax got me tired
All this Raf Simons, Michael Myers
Late night eat her like a diner
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock Margiela for the whole year, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock VLONE for the whole year
Rock Off-White for the whole year

[Verse]
Saint-Laurent and some Phillip Lim
Pull up with my bro, yeah
Lambo, twins
Oh my god, just sold my Lambo, pull up in a Benz
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock Vetement, for the whole yeah
Roll that gas up, know I smoke that ganja
Girl you so fine, and I really can't find ya
What? Shake that ass, let me sign ya
Yeah, oh he cool but I’m flier
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Introvert[Intro]
Uhh, uh
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank
Walkin' around with a bank

[Chorus]
Didn't trust broad from beginning
Don't fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin'
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin'
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin'
Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'

[Verse 1]
Stackin' my money, I'm countin' this paper (woo)
You fuck with me, .223 bullet in chamber (yeah, yeah)
I promise you, leave your girl 'round me, I'll take her (I'll take her!)
She didn't wanna lick her Lil Uzi, now had taste it
Faded I put down my dough, I don't really be chasin' (uhh)
LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers (woo)
Baby, that ass fit we wanna really see you shake it (yeah, yeah)
Swerve in the coupe and I'm countin' that money, no charts
She said, "Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist"
She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion
I'm drivin' up in the Rolls Royce (I do!)
I'm countin' money when I'm bored (I'm countin', I'm countin')
Stop countin' money 'cause that's what I do when I'm bored
If you ain't really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point?
I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, in that bedroom feel like I'm Floyd
Uh, uhh, uhh
Uh, uhh, uhh

[Chorus]
Didn't trust broad from beginning
Don't fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin'
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin'
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin'
Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'

Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Yeah, ohh, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm off the Xan', she off Roc'
Trunk in the front of my car
I met the slut at the bar
I fucked the slut at the bar
Strummin' that pussy guitar
Smashin' that bih' like a tar
Shots on your bitch like JR
But in my wallet, Goyard
Raf Simmons steppin' on ya
Margielas steppin' on ya
Rick Owens steppin' on ya
All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark (see in dark)
I am not regular, baby girl, you're with a star (you're with a star)
I am ballin' like I am Derrick Rose
I be ballin' like I miss Amber Rose
Luv is Rage, jump in a crowd at my shows
[Chorus]
Didn't trust broad from beginning
Don't fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin'
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin'
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin'
Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Came in With a 30*Lyrics from Snippets

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I'm the one who get all the dough
No I do not want that hoe, ayy
Kick that bitch right out the door, ayy
I got the motherfuckin' domes, [?]
I get the motherfuckin' money
I fuck your bitch, I'm rockin' that Tommy
Sike, this is Givenchy, ayy
No, I do not want no Gucci, yeah
Yeah, I know she want to do me, ayy
She wanna kick it with Uzi, uh
I got forty different rounds in my Uzis, ayy
And my car ain't very choosy, uh

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, I just came in with a 30, uh
I just came in with a 30, uh
I just came in with a 30, uh
I just came in with a 30, uh
I signed it for forty, uh
Spit like ten or thirty, uh
One girl, yeah, she forty, uh
Lied, uh, said she thirty, woah
Yeah, used to be dirty, woah
Now, I rock Hermes, uh, yeah
Got a new Maybach, uh, yeah
The one with the curtains, uh ,yeah
Your bitch keep workin', uh
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Know Me  / Gucci Sneaks*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
She want brand-new Gucci sneaks
Only know her for a week
I get brain like a geek (Ayy)
Man, she always on her knees (Yeah)
Cause she know I got the cheese (Yeah)
Pull up whip no keys (Yeah)
Young nigga stay clean (It's Lil Uzi Vert)
Everybody know me
Everybody know me (Ayy)
Swagging like I'm in my teens (Ayy)
Hair purple like some lean (Ayy)
I put braces on my teeth (Ayy)
She keep layin' in my sheets (Ayy)
I got girls overseas (Ayy)
Yeah, she hate when I leave (Ayy)

[Verse]
Why you so mad at me? (Yeah)
Anytime you could leavе (Ayy)
I don't know why you sneak (Ayy)
Make you look like a creep (Ayy)
And yеs, I'm known to take the lead (Ayy)
I could take care of your needs (Ayy)
Put you in car with no keys (Ayy)
Put you in car with no keys (Yeah)
You know I'm gon' come when you call (Ayy)
Put you in clothes that's straight off the runway, no yes, not straight out the mall (Yeah)
Ride me like a motorcycle, man, I hope this girl do not stall (Yeah)
Ride me like a motorcycle, man, I hope this girl do not fall
I just looked up, turned into the one, now I'm gon' ball (Yeah)
[Chorus]
She want brand-new Gucci sneaks (Yeah)
Only know her for a week (Yeah)
I get brain like a geek (Ayy)
Man, she always on her knees (Ayy)
Cause she know I got the cheese (Ayy)
Pull up, whip no keys (Ayy)
Young nigga stay clean (Ayy)
Everybody know me (Ayy)
Everybody know me (Ayy)
Swagging like I'm in my teens (Ayy)
Hair purple like some lean (Ayy)
I put braces on my teeth (Ayy)
She keep laying in my sheets (Ayy)
I got girls overseas (Ayy)
Yeah, she hate when I leave (Um, yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Noisey & Friends FreestyleYou so mad you can't hold on my bitch
Need that money I get it like this
Told that bitch that my diamonds like bliss
Told that bitch that she can't give me kiss
I might go down right in on my bitch
Told that bitch that I am and I did it
I feel like Wanda, yeah, I'm gon' wish
All that money I get it like this
[?]
Bad bitch and she all on my side
Uh, fuck that bitch right in my ride
Uh, yuh [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Proud of You (Original)*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Yeah, woah, slatt
(Bugz on the beat)
And you know, um
I was just talking to, um, Slime, you know (Slime)
I was talkin' to Thug, he said

[Chorus]
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Let's go)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Diamond)
I am a Smithstoneyan ('Stoneyan)
Look how big this Rollie is (What?)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Slatt)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (I am)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Okay)
I am a Smithstoneyan
Look how big this Rollie is (Let's go)
"Uzi, I am proud of you" (I'm proud of you)
[Verse 1]
Rockstar, yellow bitch like corn (Like corn)
Went to MIA, turned orange (Turned orange)
Pull up new Lam', no insurance (Skrrt)
Baby foreign (Foreign)
Overseas money when a nigga tourin' (I'm tourin')
She suck it up and hеr eyes start pourin' (Suck it up)
Let mе strap my leg up like George
Woah, let's go (Let's go, let's go)
It's no way that I'm fightin' you (No way)
She move like a prostitute (Bitch)
She ain't got a lot to lose (No, no)
No, no, at all
Yes, my Rollie face is green
Slime, his Rollie face is red
Gunna Rollie face is blue (No cap)
Let's go, for sure, for sure
I could never make that girl my ho
'Cause she play with her nose (Ew)
Put diamonds on my wrist, my hands (Bblaow)
My neck, my nose (My nose, my nose)
I ran out of space, put it on my ankle
Put it on my toes
Oh yeah
Put it on your bitch, put it on my bros
[Chorus]
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Let's go)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Diamond)
I am a Smithstoneyan ('Stoneyan)
Look how big this Rollie is (What?)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Slatt)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (I am)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Okay)
I am a Smithstoneyan
Look how big this Rollie is (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
I'm in outer space geeked up
Uh, 6-3 drugs, no one out here who I trust
Uh, I can erupt
I know I’m from outer space
I know they sick of us
Bentley got them laser beams, they wanna beam me up
These niggas they wanna beat me up, that’s my gun my tuck
These niggas they wanna be me much...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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FLEX ON ME[Hook]
I sip lean nigga, what you mean
You ain't with the shits
You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip
Extended clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip
Oh thats your bitch
Well shorty all up on my dick
I sip lean nigga, what you mean
You ain't with the shits
You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip
Thats the clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip
Oh thats your bitch
Well shorty all up on my dick

[Bridge]
Like
God damn, bitch tried to flex on me, bitch tried to flex on me
God damn, bitch tried to flex on me, bitch tried to flex on me
And she might be hotter than Lil Uzi for a moment then STD

[Verse 1]
Like, why you obsessed with a lil nigga
Cocaine habits and a whole lotta drugs dumb bitch
Why you talking through a sneak diss
Eat a dick shoutout to Tatianna dumb bitch
Sweatpant pussy on sweet
You would need three dicks just for my one
And came to your friends and we went upstairs
Just let you eat the condom
I ain't have no protection on me
I ain't want no infection on me
Thank god I ain't touch you
Probably got a couple niggas stressin' homie
Next time come harder bitch (dumb bitch)
Don't be hand steppin' homie (no no)
And shoutout to the squad just another lesson for me
But like back to the money, fuck free problems
Lil Uzi Vert he straight grindin'
White gold on the pink straight shinin'
And I'mma be on top, shit take time
And all the sneak talk yeah I heard you lyin'
Lil Uzi sick like the stomach virus
Yeah that nigga sick like the stomach virus
When I spit make a bitch throw up a stomach line
[Hook]
I sip lean nigga, what you mean
You ain't with the shits
You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip
Extended clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip
Oh thats your bitch
Well shorty all up on my dick
I sip lean nigga, what you mean
You ain't with the shits
You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip
Thats the clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip
Oh thats your bitch
Well shorty all up on my dick

[Bridge]
Like God damn
Plug try to flex on me
Plug try to flex on me (what the fuck?)
Plug try to flex on me
Plug try to flex on me

[Verse 2]
I just copped like thirty six
And I couldn't move the shit in less than a week
Yes I'm a lean head drop the soda
With the Jolly Rancher drink it like its water
And I just got a forty hold a quarter
Stopped fuckin' with the plug ran to his daughter
And I upped the beans lean a nigga over
Whippin' up the pot more baking soda
Bout to touch R8 money, all hundreds
Be the fuckin' loaded
Bitch on my dick, she know I'm the shit
Look at my wrist when a nigga water whip
Look at my wrist when a nigga water whip
[Hook]
I sip lean nigga, what you mean
You ain't with the shits
You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip
Extended clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip
Oh thats your bitch
Well shorty all up on my dick
I sip lean nigga, what you mean
You ain't with the shits
You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip
Thats the clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip
Oh thats your bitch
Well shorty all up on my dick18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Like 50[Intro]
Dig a hole, dig a hole
Yeah dig a hole, dig a hole

[Chorus]
Dig a hole like 50 boy
New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys)
They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (They hate to see me)
I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy
Dig a hole like 50 boy
New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys)
They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (Yeah)
I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy (Demi moore)

[Verse 1]
I got so much money boy (Money Boy)
Please tell me where the money boy
Swear that you a bummy boy (Bummy boy)
And these hoes, they do not like bummy boys (No they don't)
I stack my money super high, my money high than a dinosaur
And when it come to all this shit
I am a rich nigga connoisseur
I'm just gettin' what I get
Got your bitch all on my fuckin' dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)
I never double tap on a old hoe
AP and Rollie boy (That rollie boy)
We got paper, no time for you boy
Lambo that's the boy, I need me a Aventador
Skrrt
[Chorus]
Dig a hole like 50 boy
New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys)
They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (They hate to see me)
I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy
Dig a hole like 50 boy
New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys)
They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (Yeah)
I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy (Demi moore)

[Verse 2]
Whippin' in a vacant boy (Whip, whip)
Whippin' in the pot I'm bakin' boy
Extended tech it will leave you stankin' boy
In the streets like what you rankin' boy
I'm off the lean like thats what I'm drinkin' boy
The girl suck my dick you a faithful boy
She give me brain I know what she thinkin' boy
You be talkin' you ain't really makin' noise
Lil uzi extended clip I got the toys
You got that money got that work
I'm on my music tryna' win a award
She lookin' at me I think that girl like me
Pirhana mouth told that bitch to bite me
All this money excite me
Excite me, excite me
[Chorus]
Dig a hole like 50 boy
New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys)
They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (They hate to see me)
I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy
Dig a hole like 50 boy
New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys)
They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (Yeah)
I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy (Demi moore)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil Uzi3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sanctuary[Intro]
(Casok)
Yeah
(Casok)

[Verse 1]
Okay I heard he cool, but I swear that I'm better, mm
Diamonds they cold need a sweater, mm
Thousand dollar for the sweater, mm
Diamonds like snow, I'm a sleder, mm
That bitch a dog, I can't pet her, mm
Suck me up, and  I'm a let her, mm
Lick me up like I'm a letter, mm

[Chorus]
I was on soda, I was on potion, I was living in the moment, mm
No I can't hit it, No I can't stick it but I told her to deepthroat it
Oh you sippin' lean, you got supreme?
Tell that lil bitch just to fuck, off
Diamonds they wet, just like a boat, so you know I had to row it
Row that shit right with the pedal, mm
Lambo got shifts like the patal, mm
Margiela print at the cap ouu
Got the python boot with the rattle, mm

[Verse 2]
Diamonds they dancing, ouu
Diamonds they dancing wanna battle, ouu
I'm the type, make him don't matter
Got a Glock on me with a lateral, mm
I ain't really with the chatter, mm
Reason why my pockets fatter, yeah
Whipping mixing up the batter, yeah
You a fraud, you a capper, yeah
Whole movie, you an actor, mm
I don't punch you, I'm a slap ya, yeah
Stacking my cheese, get like me, stack it up right to my knees
Westwood T's, pull up truck, got the big old B, yeah
Get the guap, 100%, put that on my niece, yeah
Big ol' diamonds in my necklace, boogers in my teeth, yeah
Boy don't try, please don't reach, Glock, keep that on me, mm
[Chorus]
I was on soda, I was on potion, I was living in the moment, mm
You know I get heady, you know I get sticky, I told her right to deepthroat it, ouu
Oh you sippin' lean, you got supreme?
Tell that lil bitch to go fuck, off
Diamonds they wet, just like a boat, so you know I had to row it
Row that shit right with the pedal, mm
Lambo got shifts like the patal, mm
Margiela print at the cap ouu
Got the python boot with the rattle, mm

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
I was on soda, I was on potion, I was living in the moment, mm
You know I get heady, you know I get sticky, I told her right to deepthroat it, ouu
Oh you sippin' lean, you got supreme?
Tell that lil bitch to go fuck, off
Diamonds they wet, just like a boat, so you know I had to row it
Row that shit right with the pedal, mm
Lambo got shifts like the patal, mm
Margiela print at the cap ouu
Got the python boot with the rattle, mmEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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FEENIN FREESTYLE[Intro]
Yeah, Ya'll think cause Lil Uzi on the radio now
That nigga don't be outchea juggin', catchin' jits
Yeah yeah yeah
(steaktown, steaktown, steaktown)

[Hook]
I'm feenin', yeah (x7)
I'm feenin'
I drink that purple, now
I'm leanin', yeah (x6)
I'm leanin'

[Verse 1]
What I sip, that shit be purple
Talkin' to keys, he got a zip
I just fucked on your bitch
The thottie, the cat, be suckin' dick
That Uzi, he stupid, your bitch, she love me
I'm poppin a roofie, I feel like a cupid
I go in, I go dumb, I do my own thing
I got all this money
Yeah nigga, I'm juugin'
I get what I want, I get what I want
Finesse who I want, I flex on who
Anybody I want, your bitch up on me
I'm makin' this money, I feel like I am Tony
Your bitch all up on me
I feel like I'm Tony
[Hook]
I'm feenin', yeah (x7)
I'm feenin'
I drink that purple, now
I'm leanin', yeah (x6)
I'm leanin'

[Verse 2]
My grandma told me
Stop drinkin' that shit
Before I be up on that hospital bed
But I told her that I can't leave it 'lone
It's all on me, Prometh make a nigga strong
I drank it, I feel like I am the king
All I drink is purple, fuck easter pink
I don't like it, I like it darker
I like my bitches skin darker
I like my whip I drive darker
These niggas look like me, I'm they father
Leanin', leanin', leanin', leanin'
I made this song right here, I'm leanin'

[Outro]
I'm feenin'
Feenin', Feenin', Feenin'
I'm feenin'
Feenin'
Damn, they all feenin'
I'm feenin'
Feenin' Feenin' Feenin' Feenin' Feenin'
I'm off the shits, I'm off the shits
Feenin' Feenin' Feenin'
Leanin', Leanin' , Leanin'
I swear I'm leanin'
Leanin' Leanin'
I'm leanin' I'm leanin' I'm leanin'
Yeah, Lil Uzi bitch2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Don’t Know*Diamonds in my nose
Please Don't Call My Phone
I don´t know
Please Don’t Call My Phone
I don´t knowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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It’s Over*[Intro]
Rockstar, yeah (Radical)
And I might sound a little funny on this one
Because I was just crying
And the reason I was crying cus I'm so happy that I’m so rich

[Pre-Chorus]
Now it's going bad (Yeah)
This the life you really could've had
Pack your clothes up bitch and grab your bag (Bye)
Now you’re tryna look at me all sad (Why)

[Chorus]
Just because you know that it is over
Yeah you know its over
Now you know you can't cry on my shoulder (Whoa)
Now you looking bad
Girl you went out sad
Imma get the bag (Get the bag)
Only thing I'm focused on is racks (The racks)
I'm not looking back
Now you know our love is so over (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah you know its over (Huh)
Now I'm by myself I'm never sober (Huh)
Yeah I really showed her (Yeah, ayy)
[Verse 1]
And I, I don't want you back (Um, I don't want you back)
Evеrything you ever said was wack (All that shit is wack)
Everything I’m saying is a fact
I ain’t еver looking at my back

[Pre-Chorus]
This the life you really could've had
Pack your clothes up bitch and grab your bag
Now you’re tryna look at me all sad

[Chorus]
Just because you know that it is over
Yeah you know its over
Now you know you can't cry on my shoulder
Now you looking bad
Girl you went out sad
Imma get the bag
Only thing I'm focused on is racks
I'm not looking back
Now you know our love is so over

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah you know its over
Now I’m by myself I'm never sober
Yeah I really showed her
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I put you on my back (Bitch, I put you on my back)
You ain't ever had to ask (You ain't ever had to ask)
I'm the one that bought that ass (I bought that ass)
If you ask me love's a trap (Love's a trap)
I would rather pass (I would rather pass)
I just got addicted to the math (Addicted to the racks)
Countin' up this money, now I laugh
Wait, how I make this much? (Aye)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now it's going bad (Yeah)
This the life you really could've had
Pack your clothes up bitch and grab your bag (Bye)
Now you're tryna look at me all sad (Why)

[Chorus]
Just because you know that it is over
Yeah you know its over
Now you know you can't cry on my shoulder
Now you looking bad
Girl you went out sad
Imma get the bag
Only thing I'm focused on is racks
I'm not looking back
[Outro]
Now you know our love is so over
Yeah you know its over
Now I'm by myself I'm never sober (Bye bye, Yeah!)
Yeah I really showed herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Still Servin[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what
Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah
That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah)
You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah)
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?)
She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, (Ayy), wait, ayy
Thumb through the fifties and thumb through the hundreds
I swear to God that I got too much cake
My neck is on freeze and my wrist is degrees
If you wanted to, I swear that you could ice skate
I'm off the hook like the worm is the bait
Woah, your girl love givin' me face
Walk around, AP, the diamond the face, woah
That's the reason why I'm late
Kept it real from the jump (Yup)
That's the reason why I'm paid (A millionaire)
Diamond hickey like a lump (Swag)
All my jewelry custom-made (Huh?)
Walk around with a pump (What?), put that shit by my leg (Lil Uzi)
Put a hundred on his head, Mr. Push-Me-To-The-Edge
'Cause all my friends are dead
All of my commas are blue (Woah)
But my new bitch, yeah, she red
None of these girls, yeah, they new, uh
But she gon' do what I say, ayy
Money gon' do a lot
[Chorus]
I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what
Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah
That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah)
You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah)
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?)
She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—)

[Verse 2]
Pull up on that fuck nigga just for talkin' shit (Skrrt)
Do a drive-by, we ain't walkin' it (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Got them big chops, my niggas keep sparkin' shit
You got them .30s but we got them longer clips
Fuck that bitch once then I'm ending the party
Look at that girl, like, "I'm sorry"
Dyin' my hair so I feel like Jeff Hardy
These niggas keepin' up, um, hardly
Hardly, hardly, hardly, pew (Lil' bitch)
She jump on the top and she ridin' my dick like that shit was a Harley, pew (Lil' bitch)
Two guns on me I name the one "Joker," the other, "Quinn Harley" (Swag)
Huh, diamonds they shinin', got a son on me (Huh)
Yeah, you my homie, don't run on me
Matter of fact, smoke, lil' bitch, 'cause I got my gun on me
Wait, that lil' bitch came over (Woah), then she put tongue on me (Yeah)
"Uzi, can you cum on me?" (Ayy), "Can you put you son on me?"
[Chorus]
I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what
Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah
That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah)
You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah)
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah
I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?)
She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Check UpDon't call my phone, don't leave no message
That  girl was swerving me, diamonds [?] better than [?] on level
Up all night don't buss on my chick, spent 200 for the ?
Y'all niggas fuck that check up, y'all niggas fuck that check up (aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Meek Mill[Hook]
I would never be a sucker, kept it real
I could never trust a hoe, thats how I feel
And if they ain't talkin' money fuck a deal
I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill
Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill
I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill
Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill
Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill
I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill

[Verse 1]
Bout to be on top my city like Meek mill
And that chain I got on cost 50 like Meek Mill
And I might drive in my city inm a Aston, fuck that
Might cop that all gold Bentley like I'm Meek Mill (skrt skrt)
Don't give a fuck about a hater fuck how you feel
I'm up off this lean bout to pop me a pill (I am I am)
And I'm the only Philly nigga with a platinum grill
And I'm the only Philly nigga makin' these hits
(I'm makin' these hits)
I tell me a fuck nigga different level to with these shits
(different level to what) And that boy
And a O to a 36 different level to these bricks
He ain't got no money
Oh you want to fuck with them, different level to these chicks
I need my dick sucked right now different level to the lip
[Hook]
I would never be a sucker, kept it real
I could never trust a hoe, thats how I feel
And if they ain't talkin' money fuck a deal
I need at least 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill
Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill
I need like at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill
Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill
Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill (lets get it, lets get it)
I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill

[Verse 2]
Tell that nigga don't get it
Fuck that bitch I probably want her sister
I admit, I don't give a shit
Whippin' and whip it and whip
We about to go and get a brick
Don't give a fuck that 20 grand law
I got your bitch all in my car
She fuck with me I feel like I am a motherfuckin' star
This Lil uzi my nigga, I got me a uzi my nigga
Hit you with the toolie my nigga
Winter time be the Coogi my nigga
Summertime Off White, fuck your bitch all night
I am the man nigga, I'm star bright (Got money)
I got the chains I got the rings and I got the watch and
I got the block
I got your bitch she all on my dick and she will not stop
(She will not stop)
I swear to god that bitch won't stop
She won't she won't
Nah she won't stop
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
[Hook]
I would never be a sucker, kept it real
I could never trust a hoe, thats how I feel
And if they ain't talkin' money fuck a deal
I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill
Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill
I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill
Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill
I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Plugged In[Intro]
Plugged in
Lil Uzi Plugged in
[?]
Lets get it
Lets get it

[Chorus]
I got plugs nigga, like what you need?
Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes
Yeah I got plugs nigga, like what you need?
I throw my elbow like I'm Master P
Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes
Yeah I got cuts nigga, like what you need?
I throw my elbow like I'm Master P
Said I got plugs nigga, like what you need?
(Tell her, tell her)
(Tell her, tell her)
(Tell her, tell her)

[Verse 1]
I got anything you need to call my phone
Got 40 licks and 20 bricks thats at the most
I'm sipping lean, I love codeine, she giving throat
About my bread now get this work right off the boat
Plugged in never worry bout them sucka niggas
And I'm the type that probably fucked your mother nigga
And you the type that probably shoot your brother nigga
I swear to God thats why I cannot trust a nigga
[Bridge]
What? What? I'm the number one stunner
Tell her hater eat a dick this my summer
I was waiting on pretending gotta love em
Got every single bitch, yeah I'm John Tucker

[Verse 2]
I see the problem, you should never wife a ho (No)
The sneakers I got on not even a stores
I like designer and my bitch she like the couture
I grabbed the chopper, wait, who at my front door?
And [?] put my money in a drawer
I kick that ho out cause I swear I'm getting bored
I'm off the lean I'm about to pour me up some more
I'm off the lean I'm about to pour me up some more

[Chorus]
I got plugs nigga, like what you need?
Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes
Yeah I got plugs nigga, like what you need?
I throw my elbow like I'm Master P
Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes
Yeah I got [?] nigga, like what you need?
I throw my elbow like I'm Master P
Said I got plugs nigga, like what you need?
(Tell her, tell her)
(Tell her, tell her)
(Tell her, tell her)
[Verse 3]
Forgiato rims bitch I'm the man
I got bitches on me from Atlanta, cool like a fan
Fuck a nigga up, nigga like quicksand
You be talking shit quick [?]
I got bands, I got bands, bitch you know that I got bands
Yeah I got all this money like what the fuck you saying?
I might whip it, whip it in the kitchen
Bitch watch it whip a pigeon
On a [?] leave you flippin'
Yeah 40 extensions

[Chorus 2]
I got plugs nigga, like what you need?
Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes
Yeah I got plugs nigga, like what you need?
I throw my elbow like I'm Master P
I said I got plugs nigga like what you need
Yeah I got plugs nigga, what you need?
I want that work nigga, the recipe
I throw my shoulder like a nigga Master P
I got anything you need just call my phone
Got 40 licks and 20 bricks thats sell the most
I'm sipping lean, I love codeine, she giving throat
I'm bout my bread nigga you deal off the boat2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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What You Off[Intro]
Yeah, lemme know

[Chorus]
What you off? Many drugs got a young nigga lost
Hoes sniffin' white, while I'm sippin' dark
I will neva miss tomorrow
I'm trying to get these three hoes home
I'm too fucked up, Lil mama put the keys in your own car
What you off? Like What you off? What you off, lil' nigga
(I'm off the shits!)
What you off? What you off? What you off?
What you off, lil' bitch, what you off?

[Verse 1]
I got hella bitches always jaded
Hella niggas know you faded
Yell my patna who’s been me on juggin'
My pockets used to be on zero
Now I wake up countin’ my dinero
Everybody know that you a zero
I'm a villain, got this beat from Hero
White bitches ots in my section
Why yo bitch at my throat with no bezel?
Take you a second and get a handle
I got a hollow right in the bezel
Ecstasy, white and crystal, one hundo
When I sip purple got me on zero
Yo bitch eat my dick like it's a Terro
Yo bitch eat my dick like it's a Terro
Yo bitch eat my dick like it's a Terro
[Chorus]
What you off? Many drugs got a young Nigga lost
Hoes sniffin' white Rock, while I'm sippin' dark
I will neva miss tomorrow
I'm trying to get these three hoes home
I’m too fucked up, lil' mama put the keys in your wrong car
What you off? Like What you off? What you off, lil' nigga
(I'm off the shits!)
What you off? What you off? What you off?
What you off, lil' bitch, what you off?
Damn!

[Verse 2]
Kill em then bring em to me
Lil Uzi when you releasing, I be the hottest its easy
You cannot defeat it, Lil nigga I be winning
Lil' nigga, I be teasing, Counting money
Countin' hundreds, yo bitch on me for a reason
I done fucked your bitch 10 time
I done Fucked your bitch like ten times
Making the money I'm the man, I feel like Optimus Prime
Diamonds all up in my chain, Diamonds all up in my rang
Got yo bitch all on me, nigga I'm doing my thang

[Chorus]
What you off? Many drugs
Got a young Nigga lost lights out
Hoes sniffin' white Rock, while I'm sippin' dark
I won't remember this tomorrow
I'm trying to get these three hoes home
I'm too fucked up, Lil mama put the keys in your own car
What you off? Like What you off? What you off, lil' nigga
(I'm off the shits)
What you off? What you off? What you off?
What you off, lil' bitch, what you off?
[Outro]
Skrrt11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Right With Me*Lyrics from Latest Snippet (August 2020)

She's alright with me, yeah
She's alright with me, yeah
She get high with me, yeah
Even I know
You decide your own way
Keep my eyes on 'em
Uzi died on my way

Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands
Water all up on me like the dam
I was on that hoe and then I bailed
He try run up on me he get fam

Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands
Water all up on me like the dam
I was on that hoe and then I bailed
He try run up on me he get fam

She's alright with me, yeah
She's alright with me, yeah
She get high with me, yeah
Even I know
You decide your own way
Keep my eyes on 'em
Uzi died on my way
[Chorus]
I just do your girl, yeah
She's alright with me, yeah
She's alright with me, yeah
She's alright with me, yeah
She get high with me, yeah
She's gon die with me, yeah
Suicide with me, yeah
She's alright
She's alright with me
She's alright with me, yeah
She's alright with me
She's alright with me, yeah
Smokin' high with me, yeah
She gon die with me, yeah
Suicide with me, yeah
She's alright (v2 Ball as high as me)

[Verse 2]
Billy drum got that dough
Billy drum got that dough
Listen up,oh man,all I really want
Oh man,all I really want
Count that dough, Billy drum
Count that dough, listen up
Oh man,all I really want
Oh man,all I really want
Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands
Water all up on me like the dam
I was on that hoe and then I bailed
He try run up on me he get fam

Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands
Water all up on me like the dam
I was on that hoe and then I bailed
He try run up on me he get fam

[Chorus]
I just do your girl, yeah
She's alright with me, yeah
She's alright with me, yeah
She's alright with me, yeah
She get high with me, yeah
She's gon die with me, yeah
Suicide with me, yeah
She's alright
She's alright with me
She's alright with me, yeah
She's alright with me
She's alright with me, yeah
Smokin' high with me, yeah
She gon die with me, yeah
Suicide with me, yeah
She's alright (v2 Ball as high as me)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Good in the Hood*[Intro]
It's Lil Uzi Vert! (Yeah)

[Chorus]
You cannot buy my swag right out the store
Yeah, I've been rich, remember I was poor
Yeah, She cleaning it up like a chore
Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch through the door
Yeah, some stuff and this shit on the floor
Yeah, you can not go in the war
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Yeah, I'm good in the hood, that's of course
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Yeah I'm good in the hood, that's of course
Good in thе hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of coursе, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah

[Verse 1]
If I pull up, I put it in sport (Skrrr)
I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah
I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah
I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah
I might just pull up a 'Rari, my rims they Vlone
All of my cars they got horse, yeah
All of my cars they got horse, yeah
All of my cars they got horse, yeah
Smokin' on gas and I'm all in my zone
Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah
Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah
Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah
Please do not play with me 'cause my gun right on my side
Smoke that boy [?]
Put that boy right in a coffin, only time he was fresher than Carlton
Yeah, I been this way ever since I was born
These niggas thought I was corny and worn
Ain't [?] but I'll still buy some [?] (Ayy)
I made like ten million dollars off tourin' (Ayy)
Can’t say no names but made more than some rappers
I put the work and supplied all the trappers
That's why I'm good in the hood, that's of course
[Chorus]
You cannot buy my swag right out the store
Yeah, I've been rich, remember I was poor
Yeah, She cleaning it up like a chore
Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch through the door
Yeah, some stuff and this shit on the floor
Yeah, you can not go in the war
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Yeah, I'm good in the hood, that's of course
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Yeah I'm good in the hood, that's of course
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah
Good in the hood, that's of course, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Don’t Trap Off No iPhone*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
DP on the beat

[Verse 1]
(Lil uzi)
Yeah! I woke up, remained a G just like I'm post tuh
I got post up look at my neck diamond choker
Girl you got scared of me movin, and she a little bit older
Count my bands then I’m hitting my shoulder
Drivin' a lamb, not a lotus (huh, what?)
This not a rental, I own it
I cannot hit it you know it, cause you is a fan and you know it
But just in case wanna know it, if I hit it you get to moaning
Hit it from night from the morning [?]
I’m still right in my moment

[Chorus]
Now my bands up
I won't be no random
Don’t trap off no iPhone
They can’t tap my Samsung (Oh, yeah)
Now my bands up, I'm collecting ransom
Go to the club make it rain, cause that girl she is a dancer1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cry for Me[Intro]
Ohhh
Would you die for me, would you ride for me (yeah)
Ohhh
Would you die for me, would you ride for me (yeah)
Ohhh
Would you die for me, would you ride for me (yeah)

[Verse 1]
I ask you all these questions cause I mean
Baby I be trippin’ sometimes when I’m off on the pill
But you don’t never see
They say that I’m a demon, you don’t believe em'
You ain’t meet me out here in these streets
I just saw some niggas die today I can’t talk about that
Let’s get back up on this love (aye) I can’t talk about that
You can’t see the pain in my eyes because I hide it
But I can see the pain in your eyes every time you ride it
I treat you like you brand new even though you got mileage
Girl you done came a long way was on the side just like a salad
I know you want me, say I play too many games
But little do you know I got some questions on my brain

[Chorus]
Would you cry for me even before I die
Would you lie for me (yeah) even before I lie
Would you ride for me if I had a second wife
Making history just as long as I’m a alive
[Verse 2]
They then changed they eyes on a nigga
Automatic chopper (yeah) I can’t do no semi
You know i got plenty, racks stuffed in my skinnies
Plus some on my body
And this chile got me trippin’ I can’t trust nobody
Your life is my hobby, [?] look like [?]
I fucked to many hoes, I got to many bodies
I can’t mark no tally, I can’t cross those lines
Yes I like them 40s yeah, but I’m good with nines

[Chorus]
Would you cry for me even before I die
Would you lie for me (yeah) even before I lie
Would you ride for me if I had a second wife
Making history just as long as I’m a alive...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m So Cool*[Intro]
I don't need you, I don't really need you
How you did that?

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
This is revenge, I swear I never resent (Ayy)
You said that you loved me, but tried to fuck one of my friends  (Yeah)
Like I am the leader, no I cannot follow the trends

[Chorus]
I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
Yes I've been this way since school (Yeah)
I am not your average dude (Yeah)
And I know that love for fools (Yeah)
I buy you cars, buy you shoes (Ayy)
And I thought I could never lose (Ayy)
But now I'm living without you, ooh
Ayy, now this the life I'm gonna choose

[Verse]
Gotta back-back homie, don't be living my way
I don't wanna talk about it, get out my face
All these niggas talk about me, yeah, they so fake
They don't got no money so they cannot relate
Back-back on me, looks like I won't switch that
You're the one that stayed, no-no-no, you can't leave me
I went up, then went up more, now you need me
I know you was doing wrong, these girls are sneaky
[Bridge]
I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, I'm so cool, cool)
I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, I'm so cool, I'm so-)
I don't even need you

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
This is revenge, I swear I never resent (Swear I didn't need you)
You said that you loved me, but tried to fuck one of my friends  (Yeah)
Like I am the leader, no, I cannot follow the trends (I don't even need you)

[Chorus]
I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
Yes I've been this way since school (Yeah)
I am not your average dude (Yeah)
And I know that love is for fools (Yeah)
Buy you cars, buy you shoes (Ayy)
And I thought I could never lose
But now I'm living without you, ooh
Ayy, now this the life I'm gonna choose1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Over With*Lyrics from Snippets

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
These niggas do not like me, I don't care because I'm next up
Have nothing to say to a nigga but, um, just bless up
This bitch tryna give me top, I told that ho to bless us (Yah)
I don't want no pussy, told that girl give me the neck much
Stacking up my money like a nigga playing Tetris (Huh?)
Shot him in the back now that boy gotta pick his chest up (Huh?)
I'm not even sad even though I know I messed up (Uh)
Everybody know I'ma flex up
I don't want that girl, no, no, I cannot arrest her
Only for one night, yeah, I'm gon' sex her
I can't leave no evidence so I don't ever text her (Hello)
Nowadays I can tell all of my haters they're over sick (Yeah)
Some of y'all counting me out, y'all said I was over with (Ayy)
Come on lil' baby now fuck with me watch how I froze the wrist (Ayy, yeah)
Everybody know that Lil Uzi, yeah, he is over rich (Yeah)
.....
Have nothing to say to a nigga but, um, just bless up
This bitch tryna give me top, I told that hoe to bless upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Semi Automatic[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert & Ethan Sacii]
The Rollie the diamond the bezel
It's like I've been settled
And yeah I came straight from the ghetto
Punk rock heavy metal
The backwood the paper the rillo
Get you on that level
I swear I be poppin' like kettle
I'm frontin' these devils
Really got the semi so I rap about it, aye
Really got the choppers so I rap about it, aye
Really spending racks so I rap about it, aye aye
So I rap about it

[Verse 1: LAMB$]
Diamonds shining hard just like lighting
I be sipping purple like the Vikings
Knock a nigga out like Mike Tyson
Had to switch my Rollie to the Breitling
Got bezels on bezels
She rocking Margielas
I fight with the devil
Jewelry so cold like metal
My bitches bad and they seven
Eating these Xans just like Edibles
I'm fronting these devils
Stacking my crackers like animals
Eating your bitch just like Hannibal
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert & Ethan Sacii]
The Rollie the diamond the bezel
It's like I've been settled
And yeah I came straight from the ghetto
Punk rock heavy metal middle
The backwood the paper the rillo
Get you on that level
I swear I be poppin' like kettle
I'm frontin' these devils
Really got the semi so I rap about it, aye
Really got the choppers so I rap about it, aye
Really spending racks so I rap about it, aye aye
So I rap about it

[Verse 2: Ethan Sacii]

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert & Ethan Sacii]
The Rollie the diamond the bezel
It's like I've been settled
And yeah I came straight from the ghetto
Punk rock heavy metal
The backwood the paper the rillo
Get you on that level
I swear I be poppin' like kettle
I'm frontin' these devils
Really got the semi so I rap about it, aye
Really got the choppers so I rap about it, aye
Really spending racks so I rap about it, aye aye
So I rap about it4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Jesus*Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
You can't afford it, you hurting
Twenty-eight thousand a Birkin
I get this money, I'm working (I'm working)
I pop a Perc', bitch, I'm perking (I'm perking)
I told that bitch to keep working (Keep working)
She sucking dick and she jerking (She jerking)
I get that money, I know it (Yeah)
Rub on her skin just like Jergens (Yeah)
I'm rocking all that Givenchy (Yeah)
That shit from 2012 (Uh)
Fucking that bitch 'cause she want me (Woah)
'Cause a young nigga do well (Well)
Water that's all on my neck (My neck)
I told that guy I'm a whale (Yeah)
Bitches they all on my dick (Lil Uzi)
I'm never tucking my tail (Uh)
I pull up right in a 'cat (Yeah)
I pull up right in a dеmon (What?)
I fuck your bitch on a boat (Yeah)
I make her еat up the semen (Let's go)
I get the motherfuckin' money (Ooh)
Niggas they small like Wee Man (Ooh)
Bitch it feel like I'm a demon (Uh)
I keep on beefing with JesusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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OK Cool*[Intro]
Ayy, Yung but he got that talent
Samy chasing racks
Woah, Yeah
Woah, and I got the racks
Yeah, I'ma get it back
Know I keep a bag (That's for sure, ayy)

[Chorus]
Oh I think she love me, okay cool, okay cool (Ayy, cool)
I been getting bitches ever since I was in school (In school)
I can't fall in love, 'cause I know that you false (Yeah, she false)
I can't let no broke nigga fuck up my mood
Oh I think she love me, okay cool, okay cool
I was on the block, in the trenches with the goons
I got diamond rocks in my each one of my jewels
Ever spend five thousand for some brand new shoes?

[Verse]
Fuck 'round for nigga got more bodiеs than your goons (Than your goon)
Bitch, I'm cooler than the shit that sitting in the spoon (In thе spoon)
I been getting high, higher than a damn balloon (Damn balloon)
I just bought an AP, and I bought a Patek too
I'm so fuckin' fly, I make your bitch get mad at you
Bitch, I had a Lamborghini way before you had a coupe
She walk around in bikinis, bought her ass an attitude
Fucked your bitch one time then let her run right back to you
Bankroll on me, thumbin' through these blues
Water all up on me, baby, wetter than a pool
And I was on the block, and it was hotter than June
Whip it in the pot, same one on me brought a spoon
Whip ain't got no key so how you get it started? (Yeah)
My bitch ass so fat, that's where the extra-large is (Yeah)
Outtatown my buddy, cause' I'm smokin' Marley (Yeah, yeah)
Movin' military, I feel like the Seargent (Let's go)
I've been pulling strings, I don't play guitar
Blue and yellow diamonds it look just like Marge
Yeah, I been the same nigga from the fucking start
All these damn backends, don't know where to start
[Chorus]
Oh I think she love me, okay cool, okay cool (Ayy, cool)
I been getting bitches ever since I was in school (In school)
I can't fall in love, 'cause I know you gon' fold
I can't let no broke nigga fuck up my mood
Oh I think she love me, okay cool, okay cool
I was on the block, in the trenches with the goons
I got diamond rocks in my each one of my jewels
Ever spend five thousand for some brand new shoes?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Free Smooth (Freestyle)[Verse 1: 10k.Caash]
Work, lean, dip, lean, swag through the rear
Ooh hold on, man, pass me a beer
The beer I cheer, pass me that cup
And then I'm in Texas so that means it's doubled up
I said I'm-

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Listen, in the jet I go clear
I don't want no bear head, lights saw a deer
Okay, that girl she is cheap just like a pear
Wait-wait-wait, she got a special need chair
How you do that swag, dip, lean, walk?
I can fuck your bitch, um, murder it with chalk
I can get the whole [?] I won't talk
How you do that? Beat it blue, black

[Outro: 10k.Caash]
Dip, lean, swag1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Danny Glover (Freestyle)[Intro]
Skrt skrt skrt
Skrt

[Verse]
Ok cool nigga you a dummy
Finesse yo woadie out his fuckin' money
She suck me and my partner you thought I was gonna cuff her
Well Lil Uzi don't save these hoes like Danny Glover
4500 hundred for four or five licks
Lil Uzi Mr. pull the trigger don't miss
Pop a Cristal and pop at Chris chicks
Sneak dissin' bout me boy I don't miss shit
Got 36 straps you got 36 hats
I got 36 O's, you got 36 niggas
You with 36 rats, 36 in his mat
Better pray to god that nigga don’t miss
Drummer man drummer man
Hundred band hundred band
Got bitch on me cause she know I'm the man
She wanna fuck with me cause I'm the man
Yeah I'm gettin' money, its just lookin' funny
No tens and the twenties, got fifties and hundreds
I chill with my niggas, I chill with my niggas
Pop xan with my niggas
I'm drinkin' the lean, Promethazine, I'm all in codeine
Ya eyes they wet
That Maison Margiela yeah nigga I'm feelin' so clean
Like oh, like oh, like oh, like oh
Lil Uzi yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Been Up*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Yeah, ooh
I like this one right here (Let's go)
Like, on god (For real)
This like, so perfect for me (It's Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, yeah)
Let's go, Mario

[Chorus]
I cannot fuck this up (Yeah)
Knock his ass out, get up (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas, they hoes, pin-up (Yeah)
Work this bitch out, chin-up (Yeah)
Hit from the front, sit-ups (Ayy)
You just got rich, lil' nigga, I've been up (Ayy)
Play my position, a winner (Ayy)
Stand on my money, a center (Ayy, what?)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm grilled up like I'm Nelly
Side bitch look like Kelly, now I'm in dilemma (Ayy, yeah)
Shout out my members, but most importantly, shout out pretenders
Shout out to Skrilla
Shout out my killas
Shout out that bitch that I fucked in November
My jewels filled with Nuggets, my neck shout out to Denver
Wet like the ocean, your shit like the river, yeah (Let's go, yeah)
Wet like the ocean, your shit like the river, yeah (Like the river, yeah)
Wet like the ocean, your shit like the river (Yeah, what?)
First she ain't want me, but bet I can get her, yeah (Fuck with that, bet I can get her)
Ayy, got purple my hair, not your average nigga (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I cannot fuck this up (Yeah)
Knock his ass out, get up (Yeah)
Niggas, they hoes, pin-up (Yeah)
Work this bitch out, chin-up (Yeah)
Hit from the front, sit-ups (Ayy)
You just got rich, lil' nigga, I've been up (Ayy)
Play my position, a winner (Ayy)
Stand on my money, a center (What?)

[Verse 2]
I never, ever follow the law
I fucked his bitch, she was in awe
She ain't even know that I was a dog
Hit from the back, I use my claws
That bitch too wet, I call her Jaws
I done knocked down her ceilings and walls
Asked me, "Do I want your bitch?," I'm like, "Nah"
All my sons good like I'm LaVar Ball
My closet look just like a loft (Ayy)
Move birds, don't play for the Hawks (Brrr)
Go, whipping and dishing it all (Ayy)
He said the heart sound like the soul (Ayy)
Too many bitches my phone
So I am never lonely
Deep down, I'm still alone
But I can sure tell you that I'm never horny
That nigga, he is so corny (Ayy)
Said I dress well, bitch, it's Marni (Ayy)
Bitch, you get popped like an ollie, I'm geeked off the molly and now it's a zombie (Ayy)
Popping these pills like they Smarties (Ayy)
She give me brain, smarty (Ayy)
I look at a cat like a Archie
Pull up with demons so I'm never tardy (Ayy, skrrr)
Yeah, pull up with demons so I'm never tardy (Ayy, uh)
I swear she too bad, the bitch made me hardy, yeah (Ayy, what?)
She ate up the baby, no need for no mop (Ayy, what?)
Automatic my whip, so I don't need no car key (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I cannot fuck this up (Yeah)
Knock his ass out, get up (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas, they hoes, pin-up (Yeah)
Work this bitch out, chin-up (Yeah)
Hit from from the front, sit-ups (Ayy)
Uzi got rich, lil' nigga, I've been up (Ayy)
Play my position, a winner (Ayy)
Stand on my money, a center (What?)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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How I Roll[Chorus]
I won't love her, I won't kiss her
Pass her to my niggas, give and go
Gettin' money, that's just how I roll (How I roll)
Countin' money, gettin' all my notes
Drivin' 'Raris, that's just how I roll
Pockets chunky, bitches got the [?]
Count my money, nigga [?]

[Verse 1]
I was grippin' on your thighs, ho
Lookin' at you in your eyes, ho
Yeah, I hit it from the back, know you like that
Hit it like a Tahoe
When I first met you, on the real, you was just a little shy ho
On the real, I was gonna wife you
Then you changed to a side ho
I be chasing all these different hoes
Change bitches like I change my clothes
Five bottles, don't even drink Rosé
Don't stop even if she say "No"
Rap game kickin' down the door
White people hang with blacks at my shows

[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
Put the pedal to the floor
I don't drive too slow
I be rollin' through the hood
I ain't stopping for y'all (Skrr)
Lookin' at my wrist, Rollie on the bitch
I ain't got time for y'all
Now your girl see I ball
Now she know somethin' wrong
Yeah, she notice somethin' wrong (Yeah)
I don't shop at the mall
If you see me in the mall
Then I'm probably with my dog
She be sniffing Tony, yeah, I feel like Tony
Yeah, you know the world is yours
Made the situation way worse, you didn't even take the charge

[Outro]
'Fore you call me a bitch, you know I'll take the charge
'Fore you call me a bitch, I'll die for my dogs
'Fore you call me a bitch, lately I was just starved
'Fore you call me a bitch, man I swear [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Of Course We Ghetto Flowers (Demo)[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (What?), yeah, yeah (What?)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what?
Yeah, neck on froze
Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what?
Yeah, neck on froze (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
Cut that bitch off, Zorro (What?)
Yeah, I gave that bitch a Xan but she wanted the coke (What? woah)
Yeah, sleep on the money, Nyquil (Yeah)
Walk on the money, I will (Yeah)
Talk to the money, I kneel (Yeah)
Prayin' so much, I get chills (Ooh, yeah)
'Member my life was just real (Lil Uzi, it was, it was)
Gotta move like you a SEAL (A Navy, yeah)
'Cause nowadays you could kill or be killed (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Ayy, Lil Uzi you got a deal? Yeah, ayy (Duh)
Lil Uzi, you got a mil'? Yeah, yeah, ayy
Diamonds all under my lip (What?)
Yeah, go to L.A., got a bitch that live in the hills (Yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what?
Yeah, neck on froze
Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow (Doo)
Huh, what? (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, neck on froze

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Doo)
Chopper, that's full-auto (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Kickflip, bitch, Otto (Yeah)
Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
Cut that bitch off, Zoro

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset!)
I took your bitch, yeah, you lost (Lost)
Told her "Come fuck with some bosses" (Come on)
Invited that bitch to my loft (Hey)
Hold on bitch, take your shoes off (Hold on)
The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin' (Hey)
No, I'm not trustin' these bitches (Uh-uh)
No, I don't fuck with these snitches, no (Uh-uh)
Uzi got choppers, extensions (Grra)
How come I'm all in her mentions? Ayy
And my Rollie three dimensional (Rollie)
Bitches dangerous like Mystikal (Danger)
These niggas clone you, get your chemicals (Clones)
Twin choppers, they identical (Bow)
My hands in everything, got tentacles
Poppin' Perkies like the minerals (Perkies)
Fuck you, my hand on my genitals (Fuck)
When on the stage I got adrenaline (Hey)
'Bout' to flex up on my enemies (Flex)
I don't need negative energy (Uh-uh)
These niggas not who they pretend to be (Uh)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what?
Yeah, neck on froze
Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what?
Yeah, neck on froze

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what?
Yeah, neck on froze
Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah, um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what?
Yeah, neck on frozeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Head Room*Lyrics From Snippet

[Chorus]
Fucked her in the car
Treat my backseats like a bedroom
Did her right in a Ferrari, so we barely had no leg room
Counted a hundred grand large, man, I thought a broke nigga said some'
And I pulled up in a coupe
I got two bitches, so I need some headroom

[Post-Chorus]
I used to trap out the school
But nowadays, I don't do that 'cause the feds come
I'm in that pussy, I beat it like murder
She need to sip on some red rum
I'm in the party, I'm rocking this Marni
And everything I got is sampled
I'm in Dubai, got Birkin my slides
And I'm taking a picture, I stand tall

[Chorus]
Fucked hеr in the car
Treat my backseats likе a bedroom
Did her right in a Ferrari, so we barely had no leg room
Counted a hundred grand large, man, I thought a broke nigga said some
And I pulled up in a coupe
I got two bitches so I need some headroom
[Post-Chorus]
I used to trap out the school
But nowadays, I don't do that 'cause the feds come
I'm in that pussy, I beat it like murder
And she need to sip on some red rum
I'm in the party, I'm rocking this Marni
And everything I got is sampled
I'm in Dubai, got Birkin my slides
And I'm taking a picture, I stand tall

[Bridge]
Oh (Woah)
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Huh?
Yeah, what?
Woah

[Verse]
My life just was simple, now I'm poppin' like a pimple
I bought me a 'Ventador, I had no one to vent to
You cannot erase your past, it's permanent, no pencil
I am not, um, from this Earth, they keep asking, "Who sent you?"
She still see the good in me, like you know I'm so simple
And you know you love me, but it's messing with your mental
And I know you got a man, but I got a stick, they think I'm Rambo
Man, we serving fiends that look just like Rush Limbaugh
Bulletproof, that's on my truck, and on my limo
What they in for? This just what my .10 for
What's they info? Okay cool that's 10:04
What's that glint for? Shit, it's for my big bro
[Chorus]
Fucked her in the car
Treat my backseats like a bedroom
Did her right in a Ferrari, so we barely had no leg room
Counted a hundred grand large, man I thought a broke nigga said some'
And I pulled up in a coupe
I got two bitches so I need some headroom

[Post-Chorus]
I used to trap out the school
But nowadays, I don't do that 'cause the feds come
I'm in that pussy, I beat it like murder
She need to sip some red rum
I'm in the party, I'm rocking this Marni
And everything I got is sampled
I'm in Dubai, got Birkin my slides
And I'm taking a picture, I stand tallEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Do You Love Me*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
We was goin' crazy forever
You know what I'm sayin'?
Bobby Kritical

[Chorus]
Do you love me? (Oh)
Do you really love me? (Oh)
Do you really love me? (Oh)
Do you really love me? (Oh)
Yeah, do you love me?
Do you care about me? (Do you care about me?)
Do you fear a life without me? (Fear life without me)

[Verse]
I won't doubt you, would you doubt me? (Oh)
I know I lie but do you lie too? Yeah (Oh)
I know I'm mad but that's your type boo (Oh)
All the arguin', make up and then we fight too (Ayy)
You know I'm toxic, I'm inside you (Ayy)
I'm won't leap out far but I got height, boo (Ayy)
Lovin' you on top and you gon' ride too (You know)
And I'ma beat that, beat that up like it's my rival
I can't lie, you got that good and girl, you fly too (I can't lie)
All I can say is, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Oh)
All I can say is, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Oh)
Come on, baby, tell me, do you love me? (Oh)
Come on, baby, tell me, do you trust me? (Oh)
If I fuck up, baby, don't ever say fuck me (No)
And you know sometimes times get ugly (Ay)
All these hatin' bitches hatin' 'cause they want me (Yeah)
Yeah, young nigga rich and I'm stunting (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm not on the surf, no, I'm not haunting (No)
But sometimes I get scared of cuffing (Yeah)
So, now, look me in my eyes, say that you love me (Uh)
We both think it's not real so it's nothing (It's fake)
Yeah (Woah)
So, if love isn't real, why we fuss about it? (Why?)
And if your touch isn't real I feel good at night
You love every time I kept your vibe (Yeah)
And if I say slide," she gon' slide (Woah)
Yeah, I love it when you ride (Let's go)
Yeah, better look me in my eyes
Yeah, do you trust me?
I got one question for you, baby girl, do you love me?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Solo[Intro]
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I told them boys, um, let's get it
I rap this shit off my head like this shit was a written (Yeah)
I can't believe that the ones, the ones I trust tried to go take all of my percentage
No I did not cry a river, I wash my wounds
And for now, gon' keep this strictly business (Yeah)
These boys, they all want revenge
Every shot I take I swear that a nigga can't miss it (Woo)

[Chorus]
And I'm still fuckin' your hoe (Yeah)
I can't say her name, that's on the low-low (Low)
Her new bag, it say Coco (Chanel)
I get the Chanеl by the boat load (Yeah)
Know I got the gamе in a choke hold (Yeah, choke)
I remain the same, this ain't nothin' new
Know I did it all on my solo (Solo)
Know I did it all on my

[Verse 2]
Solo gang, you know I take my time on it (Yeah)
Make your girl give me head and she lose her mind on it (Yeah)
Oh my God, my dome, that girl can slide on it (Slide)
Harley Davidson, she turned around and ride on it (Ride)
Cameras out, no you cannot go and get shy on it
I just lit a backwood up if you wanna get high on it (High)
You can have your love back, I'm losing time on it
You can have your girl back, no she not mine homie
I finessed on your love like a con artist
This that OG baby, you can smell that pine on it
Open up your throat, uh, baby that's on my notice
If you wanna keep your clothes on, baby, grind on it
And her ass so fat, you know I want to sign on it
And she yellow like Corona, squeeze a lime on it
I'ma act a monkey, told her put a vine on it
I told that nigga anything he on, you know I'm on it (Yeah)
I told that boy anything he think, you know I've done it
I'm makin' noise, and this sound right here come from my stomach
I got no choice, take care of my siblings and my cousins
I did not need nobody when I started my stuntin' (Woo)
So many diamonds on me, gold flakes all in my vomit
Trackhawk with the spinner rims, I feel like my name Nate Johnson (Swerve)
These boys get some W's, but they stay stopping
On the beach with your girl, but I know my bae watchin'
Solo, on and on and on and on (Solo, solo, solo)
Beating up my line on my phone (Hello? Solo, solo, solo)
Confusion, it's on my phone (Solo, solo, solo)
Change locations where I home (Solo, solo, solo)
Change locations in my thoughts (Solo, solo, solo)
Reason why my heart so dark (Solo, solo, solo)
She don't wanna be apart (Solo, solo, solo)
I'm not even leaving far (Far)
I'm in the club yeah too loose
I make it rain like Cancún (Yeah)
We got them sticks talking bamboo
Got a redbone with her ass out like a baboon (Woo)
Yes, I'm on edge, I will relax soon
My buggy jumped a hating mountain like a sand dune
If she do not cooperate, she get canceled
All my haters, they goin' to turn to fans soon
[Chorus]
And I'm still fuckin' your hoe (Let's Go, Yeah)
I can't say her name, that's on the low-low (Low, Low-low)
Her new bag, it say Coco (Chanel, Coco)
I get the Chanel by the boat load (For real, boat load)
Know I got the game in a choke hold (Yeah, choke)
I remain the same, this ain't nothin' new (No)
Know I did it all on my solo (Solo)
Know I did it all on my

[Outro]
Solo, solo, solo, solo
Solo, solo, solo, solo
Solo, solo, solo, solo
Solo, solo, solo, solo (Lo)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tell Me What You Want*[?] tell me what you want
What you want?
Like don king kongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Super Gas*Lyrics from snippets:

[Intro]
I remember when I was mad broke
‘Member I was broke, the trap was mad slow, yeah
Yeah, the trap was mad slow, I remember when-
Remember I was broke, the trap was mad slow
[?] I get mad dough
I don’t know, know, know backdoor
When I had a girl, was a hassle
Now I’m in a Rari, I’m gone crash
Got diamonds all over the dash
Diamonds shining up like you AP

[Verse 1]
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It’s a fake they keep changing crews
Diamonds they so cold, you could probably take a cruise
Yeah, on my neck
Only 5 minutes, I could probably get you wet
Turn around girl, let me hit it from the back
No she cannot take it, she keep pulling on my dreads
[Hook]
She gone make me do that
Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by
She gone make me do that
Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by
She gone make me do that
Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by

[Chorus]
Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes
Smoking on that gas with that moonrock
Diamond hitting, they like who dat
Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah
We don’t trip all on these shoes, yeah
I always tell the truth, we can’t do that yet
She gone make me do right
Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by
Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes
Smoking on that gas with that moonrock
Diamond hitting, they like who dat
Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah
I know that I’m a ruler
I know I’m the only one that can show you

[Verse 2]
Everything I said to you is factual
My diamonds like the ocean, like your backstroke
Hit it from the side, I did it that slow
Look in my eye, tell me that I got the best stroke
Best stroke, yeah, yeah, yeah
All this hating, I’m supposed to say ‘chu, ‘chu, ‘chu
Everyone knows they want to be just like you do
Yeah, my diamonds they be teal, but we can say light blue
We drop acid on they tongue, so they can see like you
Don’t know about him, but know that we right
Told that girl one talk and we'd go green light
[Hook]
She gone make me do that (Yeah)
Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by (Yeah)
She gone make me do that (Yeah)
Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by
She gone make me do that
Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by

[Chorus]
Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes
Smoking on that gas with that moonrock
Diamond hitting, they like who dat
Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah
We don’t trip all on these shoes, yeah
I always tell the truth, we can’t do that yet
She gone make me do right
Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by
Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes
Smoking on that gas with that moonrock
Diamond hitting, they like who dat
Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah
I know that I’m a ruler
I know I’m the only one that can show you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bigger Than Austin (Crystal Gem)*Lyrics from Snippets

[Chorus]
I told Brittany I was gonna be bigger than Austin (I told Brittany I was gonna be bigger than Austin)
Ate my veggies, then I worked on my offense (Ate my veggies, then I worked on my offense)
How you do that, cause she liked them boys that was ballin' (How you do that, cause she liked them boys that was ballin')
(Let's Go!)

[Verse 1]
I got a Rolly Polie Rollie (Woah)
Look at my wrist, yeah, that bitch is so stoney
...
Know they wanna drop me off
I know that these niggas wanna topple me dawg
Yeah these boys they want to knock me off
But they can't, because I've got that money (Because I've got that money, yeah)
And I can get it started (yeah)
Got Uzis, Tecs, and Carbons (yeah)
Will turn you to a target (yeah)
Please don't get me started (yeah)
1600 don't run no army (yeah)
If it ain't about money then don't call me
All my stones colder than Austin

[Chorus]
I told Brittany I was gonna be bigger than Austin
Ate my veggies, then I worked on my offense
How you do that, cause she liked them boys that was ballin'
[Verse 2]
Na na na (woah), na na na, I want all the smoke (bitch)
Na na na, these boys they too broke5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rob My Plug*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
Time hoe
I've been on my grind hoe
Count my money blindfold
My main bitch think that she left me but she just my side hoe
I'm too concerned bout Brittany, I ain't got no time hoe
I got signed hoe
I just robbed my plug
I got diamonds
My jeweler named Joe
You rock rhinestones
I just brought some dope
Robbed my plug for dope
Robbed my plug for dope1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Let It Spray[Verse 1]
Get that K, let it spray
Fuck your bitch like every day
Ran through Ki, ran through shake
I got two 8s and they don't play
One be black, and one be chrome
I call them bitches Kid N' Play
And I do not, see a hater, only money in my way (Lil Uzi)
Bullet holes up in your face
Try to breath but lose your pace
Run up in your spot, [?] your mom
Tell that bitch open up that safe
Torch your son, and your brother
Throw the bodies in the lake
.44 long hold the case, chop it up and move them flakes
Need a brick to feed my clique
Fuck you gon do with an eighth?
Don't fuck with opps, don't fuck with 12
Put a bullet in a jake
And this that shit that get you down
I sip that Christmas, I sip that eighth
And I just got, a new pound, that'll  turn your insides into steak
And I ain't gon lie, I go nuts, but I ain't talking about no glaze
And all my strippers, you get taxed
And half of yours what I'm gon take
Promethazine, that Codeine, I just love that purple taste
I'm on that lean, shoutout my team
Them my niggas shoot from the gate
[Chorus]
Fuck with me, you gon' pay...
R.I.P. let it spray
Fuck with me, you gon' pay...
R.I.P. let it spray
Fuck with me, you gon' pay...
R.I.P. let it spray
Fuck with me, you gon' pay...
R.I.P. let it spray

[Verse 2]
How would you feel if I hopped on this beat and killed the track
I had so many dreams about this shit it's time to get back
Fuck them niggas did me dirty now I gotta get em back
Murder scene, yellow tape, 187 after the track
Fuck them hatin' folks I had enough of that
How would you feel if your son could never get his dad back?
Look you don't know my story
If I tell ya, I'd have to kill ya
You frontin' in your raps, but nobody feel you
But you gon' feel this one like a bullet through your chest
This shit gon' hit you hard even if you hadva  vest
This heat gon' hit you hard and put your ass to rest
Rest in piece, six feet underground, what a mess
No I didn't wanna do it, but them bitches put me to it
Now I gotta fuckin' do it, so bitch you gotta move it
Your service today, I watch you lay
[Chorus]
Fuck with me, you'll a pay
R.I.P. now let us pray
Fuck with me, you'll a pay
R.I.P. now let us pray
Fuck with me, you'll a pay
R.I.P. now let us pray
Fuck with me, you'll a pay
R.I.P. now let us pray
Fuck with me, you'll a pay
R.I.P. now let us pray1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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XannyLyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
Jumping in my Benz (benz) I Just fucked those twins (twins)
You still got [?]

[Verse]
I just took a xanny (oh my god) In front of my Grand Mammy (Close your eyes) She said "What is that Man?" I said grandma it is candy (Close Call)

[Hook]
I Feel like Justin Bieber, Got money like im Justin Bieber, My [?] like the Seekers, Bitch i wear Three [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sunday*[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I get money on Saturday, yeah
I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (Woah, slatt)
I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (What?)
I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?)
I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?)
I get money on Saturday, yeah
I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (Woah)
I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (What?)
I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?)
I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Take No Breaks*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Woah, what the fuck?
Woah, wait (Woah)
Hello? Where am I?
Hello? No, seriously (Hello)

[Chorus]
I take no breaks (Breaks)
I take no breaks (Breaks)
I take no breaks (No I don't)
I take no brakes (No I can't)
She got no waist, I got road rage (Skkr)
Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah)

[Bridge]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Woah)
Yeah (Ayy)
Yeah, it's Lil Uzi Vert

[Chorus]
I take no breaks
I take no breaks
I take no breaks (No, I don't)
I take no brakes (No, I can't)
She got no waist, I got road rage (Skrr)
Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah)
I take no breaks
I takе no breaks
I take no breaks (No I don't)
I takе no breaks (No I can't)
[Verse 1]
Why they always in my face, make yo' girl do what I say
You know I don't even play, made ten million last May (Yeah)
Pulled right off like, "See ya", no, I wouldn't want to be ya
Now she begging me to feed her, she hate when I tease her
And on the real, I don't need her, when I fuck the bitch, she's a heater
Foreign girl like Mia, I smoke more then Khalifa
Can't get high off three plus, I just pulled up in a G-Truck
I'm in the cut like a Caesar, too much space, like Venus
I'm so hot, hit the trap like Seymour
Backed up [?], she need us
Pink diamonds, they rain on my neck
Got flavored ice like Rita's

[Chorus]
I take no breaks
I take no breaks
I take no breaks (No, I don't)
I take no breaks (No, I can't)
She got no waist, I got road rage
Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah)
I take no breaks
I take no breaks (No, I don't)
I take no breaks (No, I can't)
I take no breaksEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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ZE$TY BOYZ[Intro]
G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahahaha

[Verse]
Eight hundred gods, yes I be with like eight hundred guys
In the kitchen whip eight hundred pies
Disrespectful, you a son of mine
I will hit you with this gun of mine
Wet you like you just got baptized
Bitch, I stay right in that trap house
Whippin' bricks and off that Act high
You the type nigga that act high
Talkin' shit, nigga, no rap back
I'ma have to make them bullets fly
Lil Uzi lit up ten guys
Fuck your bitch then make her pussy cry
Then I might have to take you out
Like four-five have your ass penalized
Honestly, you not a friend of mine
Whippin' up, whippin' that thirty-six
Everything, use these them dirty bricks
Tryna rob me, boy you dumb as shit
Extended clip right on that forty-fifth
And we don't say thot, we say "cat", nigga
So tell that cat just to come eat the dick
Turn around clappin' then do a split
Put 24k on a nigga wrist
Pay eighty for platinum in nigga mouth
You owe me some money, run in your house
And that be your bitch, but she gave me mouth
I aimed for her face, skeeted on her blouse
And that be your side-relation child
And Lil Uzi Vert, yeah he OD wild
And I sip that lean, purple in my mouth
I feel like Rick James steppin' on your couch
[Outro]
Let's get it!
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Fuck it all, Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, young nigga2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stick to the Code / Money Reload*Lyrics from Snippets

[Verse]
...
[?] toast, go
Whoa!
All of my money reload
I swear my money don't fold
I swear these niggas too old (Yeah)
I swear these niggas too bold
I got my choppa, it's loaded
You know I stick to the code
I paid four racks for this coat (Yeah)
I had to go get the dough
I'm the one give them boys hope
Hahahahaha, yeah
Woke up with hundreds, right with your bitch
I got baguettes all on my wrist
I got [?]
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Froze Up[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 1]
Like 10 toes deep, I'm all in
Yeah, 10 toes deep, I'm all in
Yeah, everyday I be ballin'
Yeah, everyday I be ballin, yeah
Split that lil bitch and she act like she know me
I be ballin' like Ginobili, (Skrt)
Whippin' it all the way till' my wrist numb
I can feel it in my shoulder
Somebody grab me a Polaroid, Polaroid, cuz my diamonds they so polar, aye
Talking that shit, pull up right on your block, got that drum
And that choppa' on shoulder
Fuck nigga you can not fight, yeah
Bitch come in two just like dice, yeah
I need it wet just like splash, yeah
Gettin' my money? Yeah, right
Yeah, fucking yo bitch cuz she right, yeah
Riding my dick like a bike, yeah
She is not spending the night, yeah
She is not spending the night
[Pre-Hook]
Yeah, I was in love with that girl
She was in love with a girl
I was in love with that dyke
I do not fuck with her brother
I was in love with a dyke
Nowadays I got a wife
I do not think about her

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 2]
Umm, Yeah
Uh no I'm not Jordan but I am the GOAT just like Kobe
My car's so fast, 200 on dash, won't test it (skrrr)
Gettin' money, that's a blessin'
Pray to the Lord that every day I be flexin', ya
Some of my niggas they restin', ya
I am still here, that's a blessin', ya
Swear I don't do the textin', ya
Lil bitch you is a peasant, ya
My chain might be tight but it's heavy, ya
Don't do no credit or debit, ya
All this money in my pocket, that shit get so heavy, ya
[Bridge]
Now I got me a new level
Now I went up in my level
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Heavy*Lyrics from Snippet
[Intro]
AXL
Ready
Been there, ready
Lil Uzi, bow
Lil Uzi
Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?
Bow bow
Been there, been there, been there, been there, bow
Been there, been there
Skrrt (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I don't think they ready (Yeah)
And I know she know me, I push foreigns like they Chevys (Chevys)
She fuck with my opps, she do that shit to be petty (To be petty)
I still get the top, in the club bitch I'm too getty
This Moncler, I got on heavy (Got on heavy)
Heavy, hеavy, heavy
Call in that Rolls-Royce truck (She call mе in that Rolls-Royce truck)
Heavy, heavy, heavy

[Bridge]
Ain't nobody fly as us (Fly as us, yeah)
Heavy, heavy (Fly as us), heavy (Fly as us)
And you know I got a tool
Heavy (Grrah, bow), heavy (Harry Tubman), glocky (Bow)
[Verse 1]
"Look in the skies, it's a bird or a planes," nah, I'm on a jet
Why would I ever respond to a lame? (A lame)
Yeah, hit or check
Pussy ass nigga better stay in his lane (Lane)
Yeah, before he get whacked (Yeah)
I fuck around with all my chains, and I still got space all around my neck
Four carat emeralds can't do baguettes, I done put on my vest (Yeah)
Trust him, put a .30 my Tec
I can make thirty more Ms with that
More money, more problems on my desk
I'm a young nigga, sometimes I stress
Get a nigga dropped then I stress less
They on my head, man they on my dick (Yeah)
AXL

[Chorus]
I don't think they ready (Ready)
And I know she know me, I push foreigns like they Chevys (What?)
She fuck with my opps, she do that shit to be petty (Petty)
I still get the top, in the club bitch I'm too getty
This Moncler, I got on heavy (Got on heavy)
Heavy, heavy, heavy
Call in that Rolls-Royce truck (In that Rolls-Royce truck)
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy
[Verse 2]
I got one eye open steady (Steady)
Counting up the fetty (Yeah)
Whipping up that Crocker and we serving out that Betty (Yeah)
Man, this .30 way too heavy (Woah)
Glocky hold it steady (Steady)
Pull up in two Lambos I'm with Bubba like they Chevys
I don't think that bitch was ready (Wha- what?)
Spent five hundred thousand at starlets, my heart got heavy (Yeah)
Then I thought about it, that money was just so petty (Oh)
I don't want no pussy baby, just give me the headie (Yeah)
I done found my opp location just right off Reddit...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Make It Worse*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
She super bad and she Persian (Ayy)
Hatin' on my swag
I'ma make it worse (What?)
I'ma pop them tags (Beep)
I'ma make it worse (Beep)
Watch me do the dash (Skrr)
I'ma make it worseEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Backwoods[Intro]
Look at me
Look at me, yeah
Look at me
Look at me, yeah

[Chorus]
I can't break, I can't break (Break)
I can't break (No, no)
I got bones of steel (Steel)
And with them, I can't be real
For me them same niggas you know that they gon' kill
Sometimes I get scared just from the fake, I get chills
So much water on my neck I had to grow gills

[Verse 1]
Pound for pound, I ain't feeling no gain
Every day I wake up I'm just feeling more pain (More Pain)
They say I'm living good and I'm just feeding my face
I do this for my family and I'm going insane
Yeah, I'm going insane (Going insane)
Only one that's running and I'm losing the race
I smoked too many backwoods so I'm losing my pace
Matter fact I'm tired of trying, I do not want no cake
Same nigga rollie got a big face
Same nigga really but I feel like I'm so late
Same nigga, go straight to the bank
Deposit 100,000 at a time in the safe
[Chorus]
I can't break, I can't break (Break)
I can't break (No, no)
I got bones of steel (Steel)
And with them, I can't be real
For me them same niggas you know that they gon' kill
Sometimes I get scared just from the fake, I get chills
So much water on my neck I had to grow gills

[Verse 2]
I'ma put more diamonds in my wristwatch (Watch)
I'm the same old nigga just got big knots (Knots)
Pull up in the Coupe, that's a big drop (Skrtt)
Now she want me cause I'm a big shot (Shot)
Your mama keep lying she on the block
She keep calling Chris for the big rock
I be mixin' that Rafy with that Vetements
No you cannot cover [?]
This way, why you treat me this way?
First, you wanna diss me, now you wanna kiss me
Hit that girl right from the back, put her in her restrain
Yeah, I call her Ms. Thing, I don't know this bitch name

[Chorus]
I can't break, I can't break (Break)
I can't break (No, no)
I got bones of steel (Steel)
And with them, I can't be real
For me them same niggas you know that they gon' kill
Sometimes I get scared just from the fake, I get chills
So much water on my neck I had to grow gillsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Not FriendlyLyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
Smokin' on this gas, little bitch can't smell it, yeah
Ten steps ahead so I cannot fell down
Yeah, huh, diamonds water like a well, yeah
Speakin' of this water, yeah, my pockets swelled up
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
What is the problem?
My homie pull up right there with the llama
Spanish bitch on me, como se llama?
I like my jewelry when it be shinin'
All my rings on my finger like Sonic
All my rings on my finger like Sonic
Turn the record just up, let me sign it, ayy
Duck down when I find it
Know I gotta keep my pole, yeah, my Glock-1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Regular*Lyrics From Snippet

[Chorus]
Nowadays, no I'm not regular
I don't know these niggas 'cause these niggas, they too regular
Yeah, she got a man, I've got a girl and she's a better her
No, I do not own her, I don't check-in, I do check on her
I mean it all and I would risk that
I can make her feel it in her stomach like a six-pack
Woah, don't forget that
I was on the road, and I must've made like ten stacks
I know what she wants
I do this shit for fun
Sat back and thought about it, now I'm done
I smoke so much gas, you gotta buy my lungs
I got paper cuts they all up on my thumbs

[Verse]
What I make in a day you make in a month
In the front of my car, where they put the trunk
Started up, and in a second, boy you done
I don't go nowhere without my gun
Plus my gun I swear it came right with a drum
Trigger finger hurtin', shoot it with my thumb
I'm a rockstar but I came straight from the slums
Yes I made it in the hood, they think I won
[Chorus]
Nowadays, no I'm not regular
I don't know these niggas 'cause these niggas, they too regular
Yeah, she got a man1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Zani Bars[Intro]
([?] productions)

[Chorus]
(Woo)
Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw)
Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi)
Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi)
In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa)
The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt)
Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?)
You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off)
I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo)
Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw)
Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi)
Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi)
In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa)
The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt)
Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?)
You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off)
I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo)

[Verse]
Eatin' lobster, steak and gettin' all the salad (Eatin')
Why you over there lookin' so famished? (Yeah)
Got more bitches than I could ever manage (Yeah)
Got more money than I could ever manage (Yeah)
Takin' all these pills, I be gone off Xannies (Gone off Xannies)
I be so high I ain't never landin' ([?])
I'm takin' all these Xannies just like cabbage
I've been mixin' up the strawberry Fanta (Yeah, yeah)
Diggin' in that bitch then I pop a cherry (Woo)
Wrist cold like February (February)
That nigga say he a dog, then that mean I'm a veterinarian (He say he a dog)
That bitch that you callin' your wife, yeah, she my secretary (Yeah)
Gettin' that white chick from Boston, movin' them birds just like Larry (Yeah)
My dentist be my real jeweler, my dentist be my real jeweler (Yeah)
TEC-9, I got me an Uzi, both of them bitches got rulers (Oh)
My car, it move like a cougar, my bitch just wish she a cougar (Skrrt)
She suck me too, I am not movin', that bitch gave me her medulla
[Chorus]
(Woo)
Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw)
Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi)
Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi)
In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa)
The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt)
Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?)
You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off)
I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo)
Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw)
Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi)
Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi)
In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa)
The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt)
Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?)
You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off)
I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
(Woo)
Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw)
Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi)
Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi)
In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa)
The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt)
Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?)
You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off)
I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo)
Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw)
Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi)
Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi)
In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa)
The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt)
Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?)
You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off)
I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Old Niggas Hatin*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Who y'all niggas hate

[Chorus]
Woke up to some hold niggas hating
Yeah I ain't keep that girl cause she was brazy
Yeah we fucked her so good1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Look at This*Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]
Yeah
Pour it like, yeah
From the 215, yeah
([?])
215, yeah
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah

[Verse]
I hit my bitch, you can't copy moves
I'm on the top, but I got the loot
She made a mess, that's a sloppy move
Aim at your bitch, boy, I'm tryin' hit you
Lil Uzi, ain't no one hot as you
Been rest for some time, but [?]
You think I'm so fake, I'm tired too
I'm rockin' that Prada, ain't proud of you
I look at the world, yeah, I'm ready for change
I get so angry that things not the same
All white diamonds like they're cocaine
Every time I go up, I throw X on my chain
I don't talk, only speak about cheese
I can tell these niggas don't like me
Don't make sense 'cause they look like me
Plus I make your bitch wanna have my seat
Don't make sense if you don't make rent
Crotch on your bitch, yeah, that boy, he a simp
Sweep this Swisher, think she tryna throw me a hint
Foreign pound weed leave more than a dent
I [?] get your ass spent
Every day and night, know a nigga gettin' rich
And instead a nigga beefin' with the whole damn city
He don't even know who motherfuckin' sent him
Yeah
He don't even know who motherfuckin' sent him
He don't give a fuck, kill a opp good riddance
I trap [?] yeah, man, that's a henchman
Drum on the cannon, feel like Nicholas, yeah
So much work, I'm cookin' it, yeah
On that jet, I'm bookin' it, yeah (Count up)
[Chorus]
Main man told her, "Look at this"
Yeah, yeah
My new Lamb', look at this
This my jam, look at this
Chopper with a fan, look at this
All my fans, look at this
Count them bands, look at this
Got her on cam, look at this
I'ma do it all again, look at this
Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap)
Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap)
Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap)
Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap)
Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap)
Look at this (Yeah), look at this (Yeah)
Look at this (Yeah), look at this (Yeah)
Bae gettin' wet, look at this
I'ma book a check, look at this
Can't drive no Corvette, look at this (Vroom)
Money my pack, look at this
Now I'm the best, yeah
Come on, let's bet, yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Opps From Me[Intro]
Last night
Yeah, yeah
Lil Uzi
I don't want shit, I just ask one thing
I ask y'all just to keep these opps from around me (808 Mafia)
Keep 'em 'round from me

[Pre-Chorus]
Niggas switchin' sides like suicide doors (Like suicide doors)
Stay real, gettin' money, that's all know (That's all know)
Last night, I got a call from my woe (From my woe)
He said my old cousin plottin' on the low (On the low)

[Chorus]
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me)
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (These opps from 'round me)
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep thеse opps from 'round me (I don't want no opps around me)
Keep thеse opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me)

[Verse 1]
Keep these opps from 'round me, these niggas be hatin' (They be hatin')
Getting money and ain't nothin' ever late, yeah (They never late, yeah)
Told that bitch to suck my dick, don't want relations (Don't want relations)
And when I'm whippin' in the kitchen, it's amazing (Amazing Grace)
I'm in Cali and I'm talkin' to the plug (Get out my face)
Keep these opps from 'round me, nigga, what you want? (Ayy, what you want?)
Lil Uzi, that young nigga is a thug (He a what?)
Hit a nigga with a motherfuckin' slug (Goddamn, goddamn)
[Pre-Chorus]
Niggas switchin' sides like suicide doors (Like suicide doors)
Stay real, gettin' money, that's all know (That's all know)
Last night, I got a call from my woe (From my woe)
He said my old cousin plottin' on the low (On the low)

[Chorus]
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me)
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (These opps from 'round me)
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (I don't want no opps around me)
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me)

[Verse 2]
Keep these opps from 'round me, my diamonds be shinin' (My diamonds be shinin')
Go see Shanon, I swear that's my lil' mama (That's my lil' mama)
Tell lil' nigga that he not with the drama (He not, he not)
His bitch stuck up on my dick, lip gloss poppin', Little Mama (Oh my God)
I don't give a fuck, I might kill me a opper (Oh my God)
I don't give a fuck, I might shoot me a copper (I'm outside)
My chain, it be white gold, yours be copper (You go blind)
Not Jamaican, but original Don Dada (My [?])

[Pre-Chorus]
Niggas switchin' sides like suicide doors (Like suicide doors)
Stay real, gettin' money, that's all know (That's all know)
Last night, I got a call from my woe (From my woe)
He said my old cousin plottin' on the low (On the low)
[Chorus]
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me)
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (These opps from 'round me)
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (I don't want no opps around me)
Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cold Life*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
She said, "Yeah"
You feel, [?]
When I'm [?]
When I'm at the car
Why are you so dope?
(Ooh, why are you so dope?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
Got no heart, I got a cold life, Ayy
Lil Uzi, he live a cold life, yeah (Woo, woo)
Pockets big, I got a swole life, yeah
Had to get rid of my old wife, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Need You*Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]
Woah (Yeah, yeah)
Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know that I, yeah
I'm back on my shit
You know that I

[Chorus]
You know that I need you
You know that I need you
You know that I breathe you
You know I can't leave you
The cuffs aren't that strong
When the time's gone
You know I'm high, zoned
Must admit I'm wrong
Yeah
You know that I need you
You know that I need you
You know what I want
You know I won't leave you
The cuffs aren't that strong
When the time's gone
When the time's gone
[Verse]
I can't believe you
I can't believe you
I can't believe you
I can't believe you
Now it's so wrong
I can't call home
Now I'm all alone
I am a mess, I learned my lesson
I cannot see you
I cannot see you
I cannot see you
I cannot see you
I am a demon
So I know a demon
You in the deep end
Not even breathing
Tryna expose me
Tryna expose me
I am the old me
I turned to the old me
You know what? I'm sorry
Had to leave, what a bother
I was a starter
All my bitches impose me
Yeah, they said I was OG
Yeah, they said I was OG
Now they won't even know me
Now they won't even love me
They were there for the commas
[?]
[Chorus]
You know that I need you
You know that I breathe you
You know I can't leave you
The cuffs aren't that strong
When the time's gone
You know I'm high, zoned
Must admit I'm wrong
Yeah
You know that I need you
You know that I need you
You know what I want
You know I won't leave you
The cuffs aren't that strong
When the time's gone
When the time's goneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No HeartLyrics from Snippet

[Hook]
[?] In the dark ain't got no heart, They can fuck me i can tell they smart, Yeah, But i also can tell that they got no HeartEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hold Me Back*[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, ayy, lets go, yeah
These niggas tryna hold me back (Try to what? Tryna hold me back)
These niggas tryna hold me back, These niggas tryna hold me back (It's Lil Uzi Vert) (Yeah)

[Chorus]
These niggas tryna hold me back
Couple niggas out here stole my racks
Couple niggas out here stole my swag
Gave his bitch [?] owe me sex
Slam doors, pedal, plus my new bitch get way wetter
Watch that pussy change the weather

[Verse]
First off, me and you not the same
I can tell that that boy is a lame
I done put some pointers all on my chain
Make your bitch wanna point at my chain
Niggas out here tryna use up my name
Fuck you tryna go up just in yo fame
Boy, you out of style, I call you Lil Xan
African shooter with me Luol Deng
Okay you 'bout it
I'm 'bout it
I'm 'bout it
I'm 'bout it
I'm 'bout it turn you to erotic
I got your bitch on my dick and she know I could spin this shit even before I could potty
I done went Bentley on Lambo' on Rover on Rover on 'Rari on 'Rari on 'Rari
My glasses they Carti'
I'm rocking Armani
My shoes they be Molly
My diamonds retarded, my watch make me tardy
I swag on the party, more VLONE than Bari
My car automatic, it don't need no car key
My dick in her stomach, I fucked up her heart
I'm pullin' her hair and I fucked up her part
Ain't nothing changed, bitch, I'm geeked up in Mars
I know that she miss me
That bitch tried to diss me, now she want to kiss me
I told her don't touch me, I'm rocking Givenchy
You know Lil Uzi ain't simpin' for hoes
Don't want your bitch, why you missing your ho?
I brought that pussy to death with the low
That's why she cleanin' me up like a chore
Young nigga living too lavish
I done put pink diamonds top of a Patek, ayy
Bitch, I'm geeked up, not an addict, ayy
Don't want that bitch you can have it, ayy
I remember I was down like the basement, now I'm on top like the attic, ayy
All of my bitches the baddest
All of my bitches they, um, charismatic, ayy
Lil Uzi Vert, you that nigga, huh
Back on my shit, it been a minute, huh
This better than everything I dropped, no lie
This song right here got me right back in my prime
This song right here make this bitch wan' spend some time
This make her believe me when she know I'm lyin'
[Chorus]
These niggas tryna...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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This That Shit[Verse 1]
This that shit that make you want to get some money
I can fuck your bitch put my dick up in her stomach
And I been off the shits ever since I was a youngin'
I fantasize about the bitches working at Onyx
Now them same bitches on my dick, tryna get my commas
But I remain with the same clique nothing above them
I could take this turn that into something
I'm tryna get rich and famous shit it is nothing
We know you cuff her we fuck her cause she be bustin'
I know you love her you tongue her you, but she be suckin'
We are no niggas so please dont get to frontin'
And you're a nasty nigga end of discussion
That beat go so hard my god give me concussion
My hood got drums like a band no percussion
The ones in the field, keep it real, thats who I fuck with
The ones thats not around keep it solid I ain't trustin'
Fuck it

[Hook]
This that shit that will get you down
My niggas around
This that shit that will get you down
My niggas around
This that shit that will get you down
My niggas around
This that shit that will get you down
My niggas around
This that shit that will get you down
My niggas around
This that shit that will get you down
My niggas around
This that shit that will get you down
My niggas around
This that shit that will get you down
My niggas around
[Verse 2]
Fuck it pull up, so this (?)
Three clips on one gun that shit like a tripod
And if you got problems then all my niggas hop out
Type not to cop out
All my niggas drop out
All my shows be moshed out
Get you stomped out
She stiffin we sniffin' some shit that will open your nostrils
I'm fuckin' this slut I swear we blowin' the couch out
She blowin my dick meanwhile I'm blowin' her back out
Force in the lights made me say pledge of allegiance
NWO now they say I need Jesus
Who say the preacher wasn't with em
Who say the people wasn't with em
If throw me six million, then I'm with em
Sour got me thinkin', smoke purple, see my demons
We millionaires tomorrow
But tomorrow we be feastin'
Ring on my finger different color like the diseases
Ring on my finger different color like the diseases
Medusa look so good got a nigga froze
When she ride that dick got me hard as stone
Addicted to Versace, bitches call me big papi
Head game so sloppy
Nigga how you gon' stop me?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Elon Musk (Neuralink)*[Intro]
Too wavy
Radical
All that stuff, bih'
Yeah
Whoa

[Verse]
I bought a car for your bitch (Bitch)
I put a car on my wrist (Wrist)
I'ma turn up in this bitch (Ayy)
I'ma just get this bitch lit (Yeah)
I'm known to ball on that bitch (Huh?)
These niggas, they ain't on shit, Yeah (What?)
Had to put one in the head (Ayy)
There is no stalling my whip (Ayy)
Ok, I walk with it tucked (Huh?)
Pour up that lean in the Crush (Ayy)
Yeah, that bitch turned to my crush (Ayy)
That bitch was just on the bus (Ayy)
Sometimes I feel like I'm Elon (Yeah)
Everything I do a must (Yeah)
All of my bitches they felines, yeah (What?)
So they know I am that pup (Yeah)
No, I do not, uh, get drunk (Uh)
I'd rather take the drugs (Uh)
Told that bitch, "gimme a hug," (Yeah)
You don't hate me and you love it (Ayy)
Niggas, they talkin' too much, yeah (Ayy)
I bеt that boy he won't tuck it2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Credit / Thank Her*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
And I should really thank her
What type of diamonds on your bitch? You know I pinked her
Got a Cuban link on me, I ain't McRangsta
But I'm not talkin' 'bout Cuban links so don't talk gangster
I don't wife none of these hoes, no, I can't save her
Put your number in my phone but I won't save you
Oh, you think that I'm a player
He ain't gettin' money, he a hater

[Interlude]
Y'all niggas ain't ever have to struggle before
Now y'all have to warm me up, like
I see pain in your eyes every time you fuck me, yeah
And I know you lie when you said you trust mе, yeah
It's Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah), I can feel it (I can feel it)
Why you still hеre if I'm fuckin' up your image? (Up your image)
'Cause you okay but I know I can do it better, yeah (Uh, better)

[Chorus]
I can buy a better bitch just off of credit (Yeah), uh
I just bought a Lamborghini off of debit (Yeah), uh
I just found my opp location off of Reddit (Cash), uh
I just bought some Chrome Heart jeans just like they selvage (Uh)
I been gettin' my dick sucked since I was seven, yeah (Uh)
[Verse]
Crosses on my jeans and my crosses leather, yeah (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm known to ball, I'm not playin' tether, yeah (Uh-huh)
I like lots of, cheese, swiss, and mozzarella, yeah
I like provolone but cheddar's way better, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Now tell me, do gangsters really go to Heaven? Yeah (Yeah)
If we really do, need to cut a check to my reverend, yeah (Let's go)
I wanted me a Rollie since I was eleven, yeah (Go)
If you wanna talk about Rollies? Then I got eleven, yeah (Ayy)
Niggas in my city startin' all the rumors (All the rumors)
I ain't movin', bitch I hang with the movers (Look, with the movers)
And I'm gon' shot my shot 'cause I hang with the shooters, yeah (With the shooters)
Ain't nobody shot but someone top your medulla, yeah (Your medulla)
Bitch better gimme that top, I can't promise I'm gon' do ya...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Poppin*Lyrics from Snippet

Yeah, I can run a 4
Abs all on my core
My neck wet just like the shore
(Why you mad) Yeah (stop it)
You just mad cause I'm poppinEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pink Ferrari[Lyrics from Snippet]
Real bad barbie, pushing a pink Ferrari
When we was in Panama
Rode my dick like a Harley

Took that girl to Africa, got left like safari
Yeah I got the best bitch in America
Just ask Erica
Yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fruity Diamond Colored Pebbles*Hiiiigher, (Woah, What)
Um fruity diamond colored pebbels look just like a cereal
Oh my god, yeah hatin' niggas here we go
Boy...[?]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mom Said*Lyrics from snippet

[Chorus]
Remember what my mom said
She said you'll be fine, babe
I'm not hard to find, I'm at spots that you can find me
I gotta pay attention 'cause these niggas, they might blind me
My bitch is so bad, that's why they always gon' con me
Hov' got Beyoncé I can't settle for Ashanti
Ashanti's a dime piece, but it's all about the timing
I was on my own nigga, and I kept it solid
It's a big comeback, 'cause I am a Prophet

[Verse]
Underdog the comeback, no way you could top this
I was out my mind quick, I was out my conscious
I felt like a convict, but I am a dime bitch
That means if I block her, I'm still gon' be shining
I'm still on my block, bitch, I be on that hot shit
Run up, you get popped quick
Think it's sweet that's not this
It go on and on and the opps will keep dropping
Before it all, just as long as you know we 'bout it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Remember what my mom said
She said you'll be fine, babe
I'm not hard to find, I'm at spots that you can find me
I gotta pay attention 'cause these niggas, they might blind me
My bitch is so bad, that's why always gon' con me
Hov' got Beyoncé, I can't settle for Ashanti
Ashanti's a dime piece, but it's all about the timing
I was on my own nigga, and I kept it solid
It's [?] comeback, ‘cause I am a Prophet5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lambo*Pull up PJ, five hunnid thousand that’s for a whip
I got a Gallardo, I got a Murcielago damn
Pull up in a red Diablo damn, pull up in a Urus with the slide doors yeah!
Pull up in a lamb, damn, fast, skrrt! Faster than your hellcat (uh)

I got a muhfuckin’ lambo!
I got a muhfuckin’ lambo!
I got a muhfuckin’ lambo!
Doors go up on the lambo!
Make your bitch take off her two piece bikini...

Pull up a lambo [?]
Pull up a lambo, yeah
Pull up a lambo
Pull up a lamboEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Unnecessary*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
(Beep, brrt)
Yeah (Burp, skrr)
Hello? (It's cool, what's up, baby?)
So unnecessary
She can't leave me 'lone, man, this shit unnecessary (No)
I got too much money, yeah, I'm so necessary

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got too many clothes, yeah, my swag so necessary
Yeah, I got too many hoes, yeah, I'm so necessary (This shit necessary)
Yeah, I don't even talk no more, yeah, go talk to my secretary (Secretary)
Yeah, I met that bitch on the road, my old bitch unnecessary

[Verse 1]
Smoking on oh-la-la, man that shit so nеcessary
Got my new bitch high, now she acting unnеcessary
I just spent a check, man, that shit was unnecessary
Niggas been hating on me, I saw that back in February
Pink diamond on the middle my head, niggas said, "That's unnecessary"
Twenty-four million for one diamond, shit, might rob my damn self
Yeah, I spent so much money, I can't trust my damn self
She gon' give me head, on her face, put dandruff
Kick that bitch out, now that hoe get canceled
Yeah, we got too much red, we ain't giving out no samples
Yeah, open up that drop head, on my whip like a sandal
Yeah, this car way too fast, I can't even handle
[Chorus]
I got too many clothes, man my swag so necessary
I got too many hoes, yeah, I'm so necessary
I don't even talk no more, yeah, go talk to my secretary
Yeah, I met that bitch on the road, my old bitch unnecessary (1600)

[Verse 2]
I don't need you no more, uh-uh you unnecessary
Yeah, Rick Owens on my mask, man, that shit get so scary
I got too many bros, man, that shit unnecessary
If...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Crazy Girl*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Yeah
Woah
Cannon (Cannon)

[Chorus]
Drink it all day long (Long), take it all day long (Long)
Shake it, [?] Girl this your favorite song
Man, it feels so right (Right), I don't know how it's wrong (Wrong)
She can do it so long, yeah, she bounce 'til the morn' (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'ma hit her 'til tomorrow (Tomorrow), I'ma beat it up the right way (Right)
Treat her like she ain't gone (Gone), short hair, need it long (No)
Her panties keep goin' (Woah), matter fact, it's a thong
I ain't know what you got, I ain't never hit it wrong (Yeah)

[Verse]
I ain't ever hit it off (Never), I ain't ever hit it off (Never, never)
[?], take my heart and run (Run)
I could feel it in my blood (Blood), make her [?]
No, we can't touch down, yeah, goin' all the way to...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fell in Love*Lyrics from Snippets

[Chorus]
Can't fall in love with a bitch (Bitch)
This ho can fuck my mans (My mans)
I fell in love with the bands (The bands)
I fell in love with the bands (Yeah)
I fell in love with the pan (Ayy)
Whipping it up, I did that with my hand (What?)
She fell in love with the Xan' (What?)
I fell in love with kickstand (Yeah)
She fell in love with the bands (What?)
I fell in love with the Lamb' (Oh)
She fell in love with the tint
I fell in love with the rims (Oh yeah)
My bitch, she keep getting work done
My bitch look like Lil Kim (Oh yeah)
I fell in love with hеr tan
She fell in love with Chanеl, I declare

[Bridge]
Yeah, real quick, what you thinking 'bout
I said what you thinking 'bout?
I said what you thinking 'bout?
It's Lil Uzi Vert
What you thinking 'bout?
What you thinking 'bout, baby? Clout?
I got ten million in my house (In my house)
You thought I fell off, I'ma slouch
Damn, I done fucked your bitch on my couch, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I done fucked your bitch in the mouth (Ayy, what? Yeah)
And your lil' bitch don't need to know my house
And she put some coke in her snout, ayy
Yeah, told that lil' bitch you got to get out, hey
Yeah, chop it on the opps 'til they pout (Uh what yeah)
Yeah, chop it on the opps, they switched they route
You raised by a rat, then you a mouse, ayy
I was on my back and then I sprouted
Look, money in my pockets sticking out, ayy
Yeah, my bitch ass so fat, it's sticking out, ayy (Huh? What?)
Yeah, niggas do not talk when I'm not around (Not around)
Yeah, 'cause when I'm around, you catch these rounds (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, silence of the opps, don't hear a sound (Shh)
I done pulled off with a fifty round (Ayy)
Hundred thousand on his head, put sixty there (Ayy, ayy)
All these different beats like I know Missy now (Yeah, yeah)
Canary yellow, my diamonds pissy now (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Diamonds on my wrist, they chocolate shitty now (Ayy)
And I know your bitch, she probably miss me now (Yeah)
'Cause when I used to fuck with her, that's sixty rounds (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Can't fall in love with a bitch (Bitch)
This ho can fuck my mans (My mans)
I fell in love with the bands (The bands)
I fell in love with the bands (Yeah)
I fell in love with the pan (Ayy)
Whipping it up, I did that with my hand (What?)
She fell in love with the Xan'
I fell in love with kickstand (Let's go)
She fell in love with the bands (What?)
I fell in love with the Lamb' (Oh)
She fell in love with the tint
I fell in love with the rims (Oh yeah)
My bitch, she keep getting work done
My bitch look like Lil Kim (Oh yeah)
I fell in love with her tan
She fell in love with Chanel, I declareEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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C4[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Lil uzi bitch
Lets get it

[Verse 1]
Ain't have shit, nigga thats a lie
Even had shit when I was in the ville
I 'member that- fuck the whats his name?
Had his face lookin' like Emmett Till
That was a young nigga
Keep goin' hard for the
Talkin' to the law, took a rat deal
Me and my boys act dumb
We ain't sayin' shit
We ain't
In the kitchen
Eatin' crabs
One nigga I give my life for
My own sacrifice for
Man i love you nigga, you that right boul
That's a real nigga
If it don't replay
Real nigga
When I whip the pot like stir fry
I'm doin' deals in the ally way
Man in the chevy with extended folk
I'm sippin' lean and they smokin' dope
[Hook]
And I ain't done, mothafucka
Steppin' in my hood, you a dumb mothafucka
And I ain't let it blow cause my lil niggas want you
Yeah, my lil niggas want you
And I ain't done, mothafucka
Steppin' in my hood, you a dumb mothafucka
And I ain't let it blow cause my lil niggas want you
Yeah, my lil niggas want you
My niggas
My pop used to have a strap
As a young boy, I wanted that
We about that
Got C4, where your house at?

[Hook]
And I ain't done, mothafucka
Steppin' in my hood, you a dumb mothafucka
And I ain't let it blow cause my lil niggas want you
Yeah, my lil niggas want you
And I ain't done, mothafucka
Steppin' in my hood, you a dumb mothafucka
And I ain't let it blow cause my lil niggas want you
Yeah, my lil niggas want you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Even Steven*Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]
Brr, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn
Yeah

[Chorus]
This is not going platinum, this some street shit
It's crazy how she kiss her baby right after she eat dick (Woah)
It's crazy how my nigga made a million off of three licks
Break it down the middle and we made it even-steven (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Everybody tryna say that I believe in demons (Huh?)
You believe in demons if you think I am a demon (Yeah)
I got so much money that the extra you can keep it (Yeah)
I stoppеd fucking average ho's 'cause thеy can't keep a secret (Shh)
I be calm in every situation 'cause I'm leanin'
That boy, he a jackass 'cause his money weiner (Slow)
My bitch got a fat ass, biggest ever seen (Woah)
If I didn't love her I would let my whole damn team hit
Okay, I hit with the semen (Semen), drippin' on her cleavage
Fuckin' is too easy (Woah)
Doggystyle, I'm sleepin' (Grr)
No, they can't believe this
These niggas, they heated
I can kill this fucking beat, no I don't need to remix
Yeah, holy moly
Bitch, I crushed the Rollie
Yeah, I crushed the Rollie
Ayy, I bust the Rollie
Yeah, she suck the Rollie
Make her fuck the Rollie
Man, fuck this Rollie
Bitch, I don't need no ice (I don't need no ice)
Bitch, put lean on ice (Put lean on ice)
I don't wan' sip no Sprite (I don't want no Sprite)
Sippin' on the cream all night (On cream all night)
Bitch, I'm feelin' just right (Just right, just right)
Told my bitch, "Keep it tight" (Keep it tight, shh)
Man, I'm creamin' at night (At night)
I don't see a opp in sight (Baow)
[Chorus]
This is not going platinum, this some street shit
It's crazy how she kiss her baby right after she eat dick (Woah)
It's crazy how my nigga made a million off of three licks
Break it down the middle, then we made it even-steven

[Verse 2]
I might change my name to Keef 'cause every minute I be chiefin'
My team scored a touchdown, they're not good at defense (Score)
She gon' lick my nuts now, my luck 'cause she eatin' (Yeah)
Yes, I am conceited, I must say got a reason (Yeah)
I call her my baby 'cause she act like she teethin' (Huh)
Rubbin' Molly on her gums 'til her gums hurt (Hurt)
Put my finger in her butt until my thumb hurt (Hurt)
Come on baby, get with sense, I make a star burstEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kanye West*Lyrics to this song have not yet been released. Please check back  once this song is released3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rich Nigga[Intro]
Nigga you ass, nigga
Fuck outta here, nigga
It's Sealab Vertical in this bitch, You can suck a dick
Don't give a fuck what yo' name is, bitch
You can't rap nigga, fuck outta here
This nigga is broke nigga
The fu-, goddamn dawg what the fuck nigga
It smell like turtle ass nigga, ray fat as shit

[Verse]
I get that money and bitches Sealab on my mind like 24/7
These niggas talk shit, get hit, MAC-11
And One of these days see you in heaven (boy)
Fuck that see you in hell
Diamonds on soda like Kenan and Kel
I stay winning, I will not fail
I stay trending, time to XL
And I fuck on these bitches that stay on my cock
Niggas kick rocks
Speaking of rocks
Got them white rocks
And they tucked in, comin' from my lil' socks
Ducking the cops
Cream of the crop
Murder the flock
Wings on my sneaks Jeremy Scotts
And she giving me top in the droptop
Just like my dad in the back of the trunk
Got that good weed, yeah, I bring the funk
That shit smell like it got sprayed by a skunk
Yeah your bitch, yeah she got a donk
Now she's my bitch so my bitch got a donk
Take you on bridge, nigga better jump
Boy, this AK will eat you for lunch
All my fly bitches whats happenin'
All my fly niggas whats crackin'
If you rocking that Nike and that True Religion that shit tacky
If you wanna talk [?] all you gotta do is ask me
I [?] on the real though
I'm tired of all you swag daddies
Tryna fix that, tryna fix that, tryna fix that
Cause nowadays that shit's wack
Tryna fix that, tryna fix that, tryna fix that
Cause nowadays that shit's wack
So you know it's kinda long
?
Gold grill 'cause I'm texas chill
Camo bandana I'm still on
That LSD up on my tongue so you know I might not live for long
Givenchy tee with the gold plates
Rollie, bitch, with the gold face
Some of y'all gon' congratulate
But the rest of y'all just gon' hate
My sick shit, finna get licks
Got a hick bitch that suck dick
Her pussy hot off that drip stick
Blue bape chucks, no crip shit
Red lumberjack, no picnic
Lamborghini nigga, no stick shift
I'm broke as fuck but I talk rich
And my Grandma gon' help me live it
And when I make it, she gon' live it
Chinchilla coats, with the fox mist
Her champagne gonna be chocolate
Philly nigga, but I got a bitch that's from LA
Leather jacket nigga, Pelle Pelle
.45 nigga and I don't play
Sicker than yout, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average
Sicker than your, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average
Sicker than your, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average
?
Money up my shit stupid
Yeah my crease, its all ruthless
Yeah yo hoe, she suck my dick
And it felt like that bitch was toothless
That Mac is long, talking bout' that clip
I smoke it all, talking bout' that zip
She take it all, sucking on my balls
Make her take it long, make her suck my dick
I make a hoe wanna scream, put that dick in her asshole
That bitch got a monkey, talking bout' can't last low
Got my name on her tattoo, to be pussy and ass too
I might just rip it and then I axe you
I might just rip it and then I axe you
I got racks atop of them racks, in LSDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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What’s Real*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse 1]
...
Life too risky, fucking that bitch, too sticky
Everything match like a pikey
And my shirt green like Vicky
And my pockets fat like Missi
My pockets got, um, 160
All blue hundreds, ain't creepy
I know that she gon' miss me
It's all of my niggas, they rolling
Drive that whip like it's stolen
I pop a perc, keep going
Got this lil bitch moaning
Put that dick in the colon
Nowadays, life's not boring
All my bitches, they foreign
All my bitches, they foreign

[Chorus]
Tell me, do you love me?
I don't know what's real
I don't know how to feel
Say your name, get chills
For you, I will kill all of my emotions
I ain't killing no nigga over no bitch, these hoes be hoeing
I was the flyest nigga in facility, walk in this bitch in Givеnchy (Yeah)
Contradicting yourself in this situation, man, your ass just be lying (Three!)
[Verse 2]
Imma just mind my businеss
Imma just mind my business
...
Yeah, none of these niggas, they better than me, yeah
Ay (None of these niggas, they better than me)

[Chorus]
Tell me, do you love me?
I don't know what's real (Yeah)
I don't know how to feel
Say your name, get chills...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Naw*Lyrics from Snippet
[Chorus]
I got the swag, that you can't get, up at the mall
Fucked your bitch, she forgot I wasn't tall
She said do I love you, bitch, I'm like "Naw" (Ay)
She a shark, in the water, I won't drown (Yeah, it's Lil Uzi Vert)

[Verse]
I'm on the top like motherfuckin' boss
Go for the win, no I don't take a loss (No)
Lambo I got tints, and it came with exhaust
Got an AK, and it came with a hawk (Hawk)
Getting the green like Incredible Hulk (Ay)
Straight to the dentist, I'm high, cannot talk
I am too real, I could never be false
And my lil' bitch, yeah, she came with the walk (Woo)
I know that girl she was dry, so I put water on you like a faucet
I gave that girl all the D, no I am not really that good at no offense
She know that I got all the drip, so my closet that shit as big as an office
Every time I cut em' off you know that my old bitches always be stalking (Uh)
I got on braces but gonna still gonna floss
Talking that shit, you get hit in your jaw (Ay)
I don't wear Hublot, but bitch I'm the boss (Ay)
I want her friend, I want em all (Ay)

[Chorus]
I got the swag, that you can't get, up at the mall
Fucked your bitch, she forgot I wasn't tall
She said do I love you, bitch, I'm like "Naw" (Ay)
She a shark, in the water, I won't drowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Xo tour life 13Are you alright?
I'm alright, I'm quite alright
And my money's right
8… (Yeah)
Countin' them bands
All way to the top 'til they be fallen' over
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin' them bands
On my way to the top 'til we fallin' over

[Chorus]
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge

[Verse 1]
Phantom that's all red, inside all white
Like somethin' you ride a sled down, I just want that head
My Brittany got mad, I'm barely her man now
Everybody got the same swag now
Watch the way that I tear it down
Stackin' my bands all the way to the top
All the way 'til my bands fallin' over
Every time that you leave your spot
Your girlfriend call me like, "Come on over!"
I like the way that she treat me
Gon' leave you, won't leave me, I call it that Casanova
She say I'm insane, yeah
I might blow my brain out (Hey)
Xanny, help the pain, yeah
Please, Xanny, make it go away
I'm committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me
All the pain, now I can't feel it
I swear that it's slowin' me, yeah
[Chorus]
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "I am not afraid to die" (Yeah)
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge (Yeah)
All my friends are dead, yeah, ooh
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead, yeah
All my friends are dead, yeah

[Verse 2]
That is not your swag, I swear you fake hard
Now these niggas wanna take my cadence
Rain on 'em, thunderstorm, rain on 'em (Ooh, yeah)
Medicine, lil' nigga, take some (Yeh, yeh)
Fast car, NASCAR, race on 'em
In the club, ain't got no ones, then we would beg them
Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes
You is not a G though
Lookin' at you stackin' all your money, it all green though
I was countin' that and these all twenties, that's a G-roll

[Bridge]
She say, "You're the worst, you're the worst"
I cannot die because this my universe
[Chorus]
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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7 am (VLONE Lifestyle)[Intro]
Ayy, I told that bitch I count my cake
Bitch, get out my face
45 on my waist
Boy, get out my way
(DP on the beat)
Goyard on my waist
Boy, you ain't got taste
Now I'm gettin' cake
Now your bitch gon' let me

[Chorus]
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch

[Verse 1]
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like I lost a lot of friends but who give a fuck?
I got the money now, that's all that I want
She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac, I'm a thug (Oh yeah)
Know some Crips and Bloods
Xannies, brought them drugs (Oh yeah)
Got a lot of people bankin' on me (Yeah)
Tell me why these niggas always hatin' on me (Oh yeah)
Comin' home, they be waitin' on me
Like, jump off my dick, all that fakin', homie
[Chorus]
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch

[Verse 2]
Like, fuck nigga, like, can you leave me alone?
Made a million by myself, yeah, that be my song
Like, yeah, I rock designer when I'm in my zone
Yeah, I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE
Said I'm higher than a drone, boy, you is my clone
Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones
Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones
281-330-8004
Catch me lean spillin' while I'm lane switchin'
Drop the top, cocaine ceilin'
Backwood, propane pillin'
Say my name in it, now your chain missing (Lil Uzi)
Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies
Now I'm higher, now they all salty
Tell them niggas, "Get the fuck up off me"
Now I'm higher, now they all salty
[Chorus]
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nothing (Demo)[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Gotta live like your last, could die today
Called your girl on my phone, came right away
She like boys, she like girls, there's no right of way
Paparazzi always tryna pop at me
So I spent three million for a hideaway
It got moats, it got boats, it got alligators
For some reason, I still run into all my haters

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Dropping my top to the spine today
'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today
And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch
Factory all on my time today
She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay
She got a man, I do not mind, okay
Arguments, don't got the time today
You want to get on a bus or you wanna ride in the Wraith

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, she said I'm nothing
Oh, without my money
She goes on and on and on and on and on and on, yeah

[Verse 2: Charlie Puth]
Telling myself I'm not insecure
I don't like the bin, oh no
But you are so bad and it was so good
I short circuited, oh no
When I fuck would only last 30 minutes
Turn up to be much more and I'm still in it
Just like a spider web the more I trust it
You left, I get wrapped up, my head is spinnin'
I met my match (Met your match)
I just got elbowed with no elbow pads (Elbow pads)
Right in the heart is where you hit me at (Hit you at)
You didn't want me so I couldn't go back (Can't go back)
Yeah, duh-duh, duh-duh
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Dropping my top to the spine today
'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today
And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch
Factory all on my time today
She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay
She got a man, I do not mind, okay
Arguments, don't got the time today
You want to get on a bus or you wanna ride in the Wraith

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, she said I'm nothing
Oh, without my money
She goes on and on and on and on and on and on, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
On and on and on and on (She say I'm nothing)
And on, and on, and on, and on (Without my money)
And on, and on, and on, and on (She say I'm nothing)
And on, and on, and on, and on, yeah (Without my money)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, she said, "Daddy, when you gonna go buy a new Wraith?" (Wraith)
I'ma add wings on the side of the door so you can just go and just fly away (Fly away)
She got a twin and her twin got a friend
On the real, I really can't decide today
Not with debating and I'm not with the waiting
I get to that thing and that's right away
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, she said I'm nothing
Oh, without my money
She goes on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Dropping my top to the spine today
'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today
And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch
Factory all on my time today
She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay
She got a man, I do not mind, okay
Arguments, don't got the time today
You won't get on a bus so I'll ride in a Wraith

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, she said I'm nothing
Oh, without my money
She goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tik Tok*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
I be wearing pink, yellow and white diamonds, that's abstract
I ain't got no TikTok, baby, I ain't got no Snapchat
Rollie do not tick-tock, baby, I ain't got a glass back
I can see...

...
Lab rat
Niggas they be mad-mad
Lambo, I can't crash that
[?], bad-bad
Can I have my swag back?
[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wheelchair*[Pre-Chorus]
[?] yeah yeah
Imma be this way all way till I’m in a wheelchair
Talking to my friends, can’t believe that we still here

[Chorus]
Woah...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Untitled (Dog Sex)Rari rollie wrist
I almost [?], Yeah
Fuck niggas already [?]
I get guap and [?], Yeah
Diamond on my wrist
I get guap and [?], Yeah
[?]
I spend on myEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rage Music / Yeah!*Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]
Yeah!
Lil Uzi, yo
Shh, uh, Lil Uzi
BNYX

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, (Woah) yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah (Huh), yeah, yeah (Woah)
My neck is filled with the water (Ayy, ayy)
I might just fuck around and take your daughter (Yeah)
Yeah, (Lil Uzi) yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, (Ayy) yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi...Woah)
Sometimes I feel like the target, yeah (Ayy, I feel like the target)
But fuck it, this time I'll go harder, ayy (Harder)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, fuck on that bitch for free (Ayy)
This shit feel like victory (Ayy)
Money ain't shit to me (Ayy)
Money gon' stick to me (Ayy)
Lil Uzi Vеrt on a roll (Ayy)
I put those diamonds my teeth (Ayy)
Might put those diamonds my nose (Ayy)
Ayy, I put thosе diamonds my teeth (Ayy)
Might put those diamonds my nose (Ayy)
Ayy, we killed an opp we got low (Ayy)
Don't got no bullets in his pole
He called my phone, he need more (Hello?)
My bitch don't want me no more (Ayy)
Now I look at her like; "hoe" (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, (Woah) yeah, yeah (Ayy)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy), yeah, yeah (Ayy)
My neck is filled with the water (Ayy, ayy)
I might just fuck around, and take your daughter (Yeah)
Yeah, (Lil Uzi) yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, (Ayy) yeah, yeah (Woah)
Sometimes I feel like the target (Ayy, I feel like the target)
But fuck it, this time I'll go harder (Ayy, I'ma go harder)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I am in love with the bands...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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So Many Girls*Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]
Hello
(Neilaworld)
Yeah
Uh

[Chorus]
So many girls on my line (Ayy)
So many girls on my line (Ayy)
Every one of my girls, they dimes (Ayy)
I can't even make my mind (Yeah)
First, I gotta thank my dad (What?)
Then I gotta thank my mom (Ayy)
'Cause your baby boy came out fine (Ayy)
It ain't over, yeah, it's still my time (Lil Uzi Vert)
So many girls on my line (What?)
So many girls on my line
Every one of my girls, they dimes (Ayy)
I can't even make my mind (Ayy)
First, I gotta thank my dad (Ayy)
Then I gotta thank my mom (What? Huh)
'Cause your baby boy came out fine (Ayy)
It ain't over, yeah, it's still my time (Yeah)
[Verse]
I got some butter pecan, I got a dark skin too
I got a bad bitch, yеah, she light, and she just look like hеr eyes blue
I got some [?] money on me, and my pockets all on blue
Everything that you said to me, already heard, no, it's not new
Yeah, that girl that you love, already called her my boo
I can get who I want, yeah, I can get who I choose (Yeah, choose)
Oh, you want you a Birkin bag what you want? Come choose, yeah
She tell you to work for that, I'm a winner, can't lose, no
Lil' nigga, I am a winner (Ayy)
I told that girl I'm a sinner (Ayy)
These niggas, they are beginners (Ayy)
Lil Uzi, I am a trender (Ayy)
I had your girl with me, she said that you are a real pretender (Yeah)
I don't like when girls sneak diss so I made her go to my member
No, I'm not finished (Ayy)
My Glock, mind my business
Keep talkin', I pop his head up (Yeah)
And all my niggas, they winnin'
Not a priest 'cause my niggas stay sinnin'
Nigga got broke then nigga got sent up, ooh (Yeah)
[?] no chillin'
Yeah, she got the booty so you know I'm gon' feel it

[Chorus]
So many girls on my line (Ayy)
So many girls on my line (Ayy)
Every one of my girls, they dimes (Ayy)
I can't even make my mind (Yeah)
First, I gotta thank my dad (Ayy)
Then I gotta thank my mom (Ayy)
'Cause your baby boy came out fine (Ayy)
It ain't over, yeah, it's still my time (Yeah)
So many girls on my line (Ayy)
So many girls on my line (Ayy)
Every one of my girls, they dimes (Ayy)
I can't even make my mind
First, I gotta thank my dad (Ayy)
Then I gotta thank my mom (What? Huh)
'Cause your baby boy came out fine (Ayy)
It ain't over, yeah, it's still my time (Yeah)
[Outro]
Still my time
Still my timeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stripes*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Yeah, let's go
It's Lil Uzi Vert

[Verse]
Stretch on that boy, that's a slide, that's a 6
Back on that boy, I got 60 on his head, yeah
Stripes on that boy, I got stripes like K Swiss
Stripes on your hood, I got stripes like K Swiss (Let's go)
Stripes on my boy, he can't go back to the pen, yeah
I just got a choppa, automatic, shit European
Niggas know that I can write these songs without a pen
Niggas go to jail they start singing like Boyz II Men
(Boyz II Men, Boyz II Men)
(Lets go)
Damn
Look at my lil' closet this shit like a condominium (Yeah)
Every time you breathe, you know I prolly spent a M
Working out this bitch, you know I'm screaming "Fuck the gym" (Fuck 'em)
Every time I'm on a song, you know I carry like I'm Jim
I done put some VVS on every god damn limb
Your bitch said I look too good so I'll feel like I'm him (Let's go)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Guap*Lyrics From Snippet

[Chorus]
What's up with the top, baby? (Top)
Is it up or it’s not, baby? (Is it up?)
And I heard you're a thot, baby (Thot)
Plus, I walk with the guap, baby (Guap)

[Verse]
Got a lotta bands in my pants
I can't dance ’cause I came to the club with my FN
I got fans up in France, I make it your advance
Boy, don't say nothin'
They don't say nothin'
I'm a man, what you sayin'?
She the beast of the clan
Pop that boy like a Xan'
Got a rollie, my left hand
I’m so hot, I can’t stand
I don't worry, they can’t stay
I ain't ever [?] in my Lamb'
I slide under them like jam
All white diamonds like we clean
Told my brother, damn, this hit
Asian bitch I used to have
I think her name Lois Chan
In my crib, back up
It's a beach, it got sand
I bought my bitch a Tesla so she can suck dick with no hands
(Let’s go)
Oh boy, I said, "Oh, boy" (No hands)
Yeah, oh boy, chopper pull up with no noisе
Like [?]
[?] phone, boy
I just spent three hundrеd on a brand new bag
[?]
[Chorus]
What's up with the top, baby? (What's up?)
Is it up or it's not, baby? (Yeah)
And I heard you're a thot, baby (Oh)
Plus, I walk with the guap, baby (Yeah)

[Outro]
You can make it, or not, baby
Ask your friend, she [?] chase me (It's true)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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That Body*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Ooh, yeah, she just wanna fuck somebody (Somebody)
Ooh, yeah, she just wanna suck somebody (Somebody, oh my God)
Ooh, yeah, she don't go with nobody (Nobody, uh-uh)
Ooh, yeah, and she got that body, that body (Yeah, yeah)
That body, that body, that body (Ayy, that woah)
I'm hottie, she need to be beside me (Ayy, me, beside, ayy)
But instead she stole my heart like a robbery (Ayy, like a what? Ayy)
But at least she gave me brain 'til I mind read (Read, yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, she just wanna fuck somebody (Somebody)
Ooh, yeah, she just wanna suck somebody (Ayy, ayy, somebody, oh my God)
Ooh, yeah, she don't go with nobody (Nobody, uh-uh)
Ooh, yeah, and she got that body, that body (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
That body, that body, that body (Ayy, that woah, ayy)
I'm hottie, she need to be beside me (Ayy, me, beside, ayy)
But instead she stole my heart like a robbery (Ayy)
But at least she gave me brain 'til I mind read (Read)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Like Woo*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I just be counting like Woo (Yuh)
I just be counting like Woo (Yuh)
I just be counting like Woo (Yeah)
I just be counting like Woo (Huh?)
I just be counting like Woo (Huh?)
I just be counting like Woo (Huh?)
I just be counting like Woo (Yeah, let's go)
I just be counting like Woo (Woo)
I just be counting like Woo (Aye)

[Verse]
You heard that I am a wolf
Lil Uzi Vert, I can't lose (Aye)
You know it's double my jewels
Fuck on them thotties, I'm rude
You know that I got the juice (Aye)
I got the wet like a pool (Aye)
My bitch thе President, counting the Prеsident's, I got unlimited loot
She tryna fuck on a dude
I got that bitch on her new
Popping that pill, now I'm zooted (Aye)
My Perkys still feel where the [?] at
Smoking the opps, make 'em choose
Got money on me like a Jew
Carats on me, I can see in the dark
These niggas, they ain't really got no heart
Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't even gotta park
But I just do that shit anyway
I gotta count money, can't anyone hear me
But I don't even play with these niggas there, all of these niggas ain't topping my look, let's go
Yeah, I've been getting money for 6 years
Broke as shit, do you think I care?
Yeah, I just bought a brand-new piercing
Yeah, pink diamonds look like a pear
Yeah, new diamonds, they too pure
Yeah, diamonds too wet like a pier
Yeah, your diamonds can't compare (Uh-uh)
I like your bitch, let's share (Let's go)
Yeah, deep down, I know you really care
Yeah, diamonds got you stuck like a deer
Yeah, she sit on the dick like a chair
I done pulled up in a Cullinan, this shit like a chariot
I done put a red diamond on my neck, this shit look like a period
This a comma, bitch, no period
Y'all niggas too broke, that social distance, can't get near to us
That shit that you call diamonds on your neck, don't look clear to us
I'm high as a satellite, this beam is too serious (Woah)
She tryna buck some, she tryna fuck some (Let's go)
She tryna suck some, I ain't no wearing no rubber, oh
Hit her once...4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Slide on Me*Lyrics From Snippet

[Verse]
Yeah, I told her slide on me (Yeah), you know she coming right back (Aye)
Driving around in a Cullinan (Skrrt), follow just bought a Maybach (Yeah)
Driving around in a Cullinan (Aye), follow just bought a Maybach (Aye)
I can tell most of these niggas (Uh), they ain't even got my back (Uh)
I can tell most of these bitches (Uh), they just want my racks (Uh)
Can't trust a lot to these niggas (Aye),  I cannot tell them my facts (Aye)
'Cause if I do that shit (Aye), I know these niggas gon' rat (Uh)
Everything I wanna do (Uh) about the rickity-racks (Uh)
Everything I'm gonna do (Uh) about the stackity-stacks (Uh)
I might just fuck on your bitch (Bitch) but I won't give her right back (Aye)
I might just fuck on your bitch (Aye) but I won't give her right back (Lets go)
I ain't need your bitch (Aye), I ain't got no strings attached (Yeah)
I don't even need no space (Aye), 'cause my lil' bitch got a Brabus (Aye)
I got too much money on me (Money), counting that motherfuckin' cabbage (Uh)
I got too much money on me (Yeah), I swear that you can just have it (Uh)
Niggas say I talk about money too much (Uh), what can I say? Got them blue bucks (Woah)
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Won’t Fall*Lyrics From Snippet

[Chorus]
I know one day I'ma have to go and face my fears
I may be older, but my grandma still gon' wipe my tears
They say, "What's wrong?" I must admit that I am kind of scared
But I won't fall, I won't fall, no, I won't fall, no
You know I was born to ball
You got trust your dogs
Try to trap my [?], try to trap my [?]
You know that your grandson is smart and deadly
(Smart and deadly)

[Verse]
You know I got heart every day, I've standin' in the world
So I stand in the ones [?]
We got too much cash, we ain't goin' back there, fuck no
We got too much cash, [?] got a two-tone (Two-tone)
Louis on my ass make them bitches all go cuckoo
Money in my pants, this shit in her boo-boo
Chrome Heart pants, I feel like I'm Goku (Like I'm Goku)
Niggas, they be [?], actin' like they new
Okay, I don't see thesе niggas [?]
That bitch that you're fuckin' with, I swear she gon' losе
Don't get that lil' bitch, no, for real, ooh
Yeah, that bitch out here lookin' like a prostitute
Yeah, I got too much motherfuckin' guap to lose
Yeah, think we really playin' with you stupid fools
Yeah, all my choppers don't go, "Bang," they, "Doot-doot-doot"
I got mozzarella, why you smokin'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Can’t Stop*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)
Yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I should be going, no, I cannot stop at that
I'm in that whip right now, I'm about to park it
Fresh like I'm Carlton, no, fresh like I'm Mark
Get it in by the night, get it off by the morning
Teeth, they be flood with ice, VVS overbite
All my diamonds, they white, struggle got molly, tight
Bitch, I be high, bitch, I'm high like a fucking kite
I be high to the sky, Louis V ultralight (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
My swag is awesome, right
I made her love it, right
I gave her [?]
I do not tie my shoes, bitch, no, we can't have ties
[...] 'cause the doors suicide (Ayy)
Ain't no fishbowl on this whip, you can see inside (Ayy)
Oh, really thought it wasn't just me inside?
Fit like ten guns in that big-body three inside
Bought my side bitch a Benz AMG inside (Skrrt)
[?] yeah, that make me go right inside
I can pull up on turbo in that side by side
I shoot that bitch like I'm Dirk, I'm a maverick
Don't care if I'm famous, hand you my status (Yeah, yeah)
She like that I'm rich, I'm covered, I'm tatted (Yeah, yeah)
Came from the trenches, I could've been savage (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got that sack and I'm now living lavish (Money, huh)
Statistically, I was not supposed to have it, yeah (No)
But I still fuck on the average, yeah (Yeah)
Nowadays, I can't help count it, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I should be going, no, I cannot stop at that
I'm in that whip right now, I'm about to park it
Fresh like I'm Carlton, no, fresh like I'm Mark
Get it in by the night, get it off by the morning
Teeth, they be flood with ice, VVS overbite
All my diamonds, they white, struggle got molly, tight
Bitch, I be high, bitch, I'm high like a fucking kite
I be high to the sky, shine like the moonlight

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I just be too bright
Yeah, she got that ooh right
Yeah, put her on two flights
Yeah, this not first class, put that bitch right on a jet
Balenciaga, new shoes every step
I done put pink diamonds in the Patek
That's the reason why my wrist is so wet (Let's go)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Never Fall Off*Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Damn
Yeah (aye, what?)

[Chorus]
I could never fall off
They be praying for my pink diamond to fall off
I can never talk to him 'cause he a small dog (What?)
These niggas, they get to me then you get chopped off (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I can feel it
Yeah, I can feel it
Yeah, I can feel it
Yeah, I can feel it (Uh)
I be saucing for a while, my bitch she just dripping
Man, she caught me with her friend and she wasn't trippin' (Woah)
Yeah, get it (Yeah), yeah, get it  (Aye)
Yeah, get it (Yeah), yeah, get it (Uh)
My diamonds, they like the ocean, my shit hit pacific (Aye)
Counting up this holy moly...

[Chorus]
...
Fall off
I can never talk to him 'cause he a small dog (What?)
These niggas, they get to me then you get chopped off (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
My boy on the block like Rudy with the [?] (Aye)
None of my bitches they cheat, I swear they all whores (Aye)
I just bought a mansion, 'member had a small home (Aye)
Feel like Stevie Wonder, nigga never saw y'all
Look, y'all niggas
Y'all snitches, y'all just need a talk show (Yeah)
Now I'm rich, wanna suck my dick
Told that bitch; "uh uh"
My money gon' stick
I laugh to the bank
That shit like "haha" (Aye)
I got that Glock on my hip
We just turning on your shirts tiedye (Yeah)
Yeah, I can feel it
Woah, I can feel it (Yeah)
What I made in one week
Probably what you made in years
I got money problems, so I really do not care
I got 99 problems but these bitches we can share (Yeah, what?)

[Chorus]
I could never fall off
They be praying for my pink diamond to fall off
I could never talk to him 'cause he a small dog (What?)
These niggas, they get to me then you get chopped off (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lean in the Fanta*Lyrics from snippet

[Intro]
[?]

[Chorus]
First time I poured lean in the fanta
Got me feeling love with a dancer
So many racks on me, I can't pull my pants up
So many racks on me, I can't even manage
Last thing I give her, real love and she was flattered
Last thing I give her, real love, I hit like [?]
[?]
[?]

[Verse]
[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Left Right (Version 1)*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
On the real, I stay silent, bitch, I never told, ayy (Yeah)
Why your bitch on my dick? Well, I never know, ayy
Is it because I'm countin' money? Yeah, I'm countin' notes, ayy, yeah
Bitch, I'm countin' money, yeah, I'm countin' notes, ayy (Count up, count up)
I just went to 3peat, spent like five thousand, yeah
Cartier on my face, don't need no eye doctor, yeah
Dabbin' in the name of love, feel like Pied Piper, yeah
Hit that bitch from the back then I side pipe her, yeah
Treat that …1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Belly (Original)[Intro]
I'm from the beast of the Belly
I'm from the beast of the Belly

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly)
Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah)
Really ain't shit you can tell me (No)
Bitch be like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn)
My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha)
My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna)
Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow)
Pull out my dick and she swallow
My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha)
My side bitch, her name Kionna (Kionna)
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
Pull out my dick and she swallow
Hanging with the killers and robbers

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I fuck your bitch with no condom
Now you take care of my family
Mixing the lean with your drama
That shit tastes like Cotton Candy
Keisha put dick in her belly
Kionna never wear no panties
I beat it, I feel like I'm Danny
I'm skrrting out in the White Rovers
You driving Toyota Corollas
The Bentley, it's system, no solar
My bitch's skin look like it's mocha
I pull out my dick and I poke her
My gun, I swear, ain't got no holster
I hit your ass right with the toaster
We bout it, 'bout it like Magnolia
If you walk fast, my gun will slow ya
I tear a hole in you like donuts
I'm whippin' that white like the Jonas'
I'm fuckin' your bitch for the bonus
Um, please show me, um, my opponent
I'm likin' the way that I'm flowin'
You look at my chain, now it's snowin'
Snakes all in the grass, get to mowin'
Extendo on gun and then I get to blowin'
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly)
Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah)
Really ain't shit you can tell me (No)
My bitch like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn)
My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha)
My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna)
Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow)
Pull out my dick and she swallow
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
Pull out my dick and she swallow
Hang with the killers and robbers (Fire, fire, fire)

[Verse 2: Ca$h Out]
Copped the foreign and I'm choppin' now (Copped the foreign, skrrt)
[?] (Goddamn, they are)
Water, water on my neck (Hey, water, water)
They callin' me [?] (They callin' me [?])
Is this a class for them gangsters?
You gotta accept me (Gotta accept me)
Boy, I'm dumpin' off top (Dumpin' off top, buh-buh-buh-buh)
I can't let you with me (Woo)
I swim in that pussy (I swim in that pussy)
I shoot at that pussy (Shoot at that, buh-buh-buh)
Diamond-VVS ear (Hey)
I know that you lookin' (I know that you lookin')
Boy, I know I got racks
I tell them to book me (Haha)
A lion when I'm in this jungle (Lion)
I came for your cookies (Woo)
A lion here, you can [?] (A lion)
You know it's Gambino (You know it's Gambino)
Don't fuck around with them snitches (Don't fuck around, fuck around)
You wanna be Nino (You wanna be Nino)
Wanna get the murder down? (Ah)
Go get the Uzi (Brrt)
Boy, you know I'm all in Philly (Hey)
Coolin' with Uzi (Brrt)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly)
Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah)
Really ain't shit you can tell me (No)
My bitch like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn)
My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha)
My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna)
Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow)
Pull out my dick and she swallow
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
My main bitch, her name is Keisha
My side bitch, her name Kionna
Pull out my dick and she swallow
Hang with the killers and robbers (Fire, fire, fire)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fuck My Money*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
...a molly
Nigga called me a slut, nigga said "fuck my money"
I said "Um, what else" (Uh huh)
Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I said "was that in 2012"
Uh, I got lettuce, cabbage, ay, spinach, and that kale (Uh huh)
I'm really a big chick magnet, your girl on my trail (Uh huh)
I swear I been swaging, I don't shop wholesale (Lets go)
I just bagged a bad bitch, off my iPhone 12 (Uh huh)
And she got a fatty, she won't skip no meals (Yeah)
I went up my status, ay, Roc Nation get mills (Yeah)
Brr, y'all don't want no Rick
I just talked to Des, it was bout' a check (Okay)
Forty on her nails, yes I treat that bitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Solar*Lyrics from Snippet
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Young nigga still tryna take shit over
Ay, I could put the game right on my shoulder
Ay, niggas snakes but I'm cool with the cobras
Ay, I could take your bitch just like I own her
Umm, yeah, [?] on my neck, it stay on polar
Ay, fuck that lil bitch once, no, I don't know her
Yeah, keep a straight face just like it's poker

[Chorus]
Ay, I'm in outer space, I'm too solar
Yeah, I'm in outer space, I'm too solar
Yeah, I'm in outer space, I'm too solar
Yeah, diamonds on my neck like a boater
Ay, I just got me a new chauffeur...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pack That*Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Matt Ox]
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Up in the Porsche, make the 40 bang
All my niggas, they shooters, no Percocets
I’m on top of my girl ‘cause your girl is wet
They lookin’ at me cause she gave me the funny face
I got Owens inside of my Cartier
No, no, I don’t go where the 20 went
No way that my homies on Molly, yeah
I remember the days she ain’t looking at me
She eat that dick, she got funny face
I told my bitches they under me
I wear Malone like everywhere
I’m with my new girl, she shiesty
Now that girl, she keep up, tryna fight with me
Diamonds, keep them too yellow, yeah aight
Keep rolling low like I’m Johnny
We and yo bitch…
...
...sell half of the stacks at (Yeah)
I walk with that 40 I pack that
That Instagram, I can't snap that
No, not today, I can't lack, lack
I came out my hood with a Mac, MacEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Average Dude / Stizzy*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
I'm meaning to see what Lil' Stizzy gon' do (Yeah)
Lil Uzi never with Stizzy, uh (Stizzy)
No need for that, he get busy, uh
Stizzy walk 'round with a fifty
You wanted me Stizzy? Then come on, get with me
(Get with me, ayy)
Stizzy got teardrop in face, yeah (Uh)
But he do not got a 'Tec (Huh?)
We gonna leave it as that
If I say some more then I'm considered a rat (Ayy)

[Bridge]
Talkin' shit, man?
Too much talkin' but that shit lame
I hear somebody be talkin' too much, some shit goin' down
(He plottin')
Niggas know it's goin' down, for real (1600, he plottin')
Y'all niggas be talkin' too much
Lil Uzi (Yeah)

[Verse]
2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20 million just for one diamond
Put that shit middle of my head just to make surе that a young nigga always be shinin'
Meditate right off my mеds
Young nigga feel like his real name is probably just [?]
Fucked on the floor, need no bed
I don't want your pussy, bitch, give me the head
I don't want your pussy, bitch, give me the head
I'd rather count up the deads on the stairs
Screamin', "Free Trill!" he tried to beat the case
But you can't beat the stakes, so he ain't beat the feds
Sippin' on Wock' and I'm sippin' on red (Wocky slush)
Got that bitch high, that's medicinal head
I know these niggas, they heard what I said
Yeah, it's ice on my neck, you can go grab a sled (Brr)
Brr, I say "Brr" like I'm Pooh Shiesty
I feel like So, I'm in my glo
Look at your bitch, call me almighty (Uh)
I never know when I gotta go so I keep a pole right on me, tight, no cap (Yeah)
Some say that I'm crazy but I keep it real, I'm way far from dumb
I'm up, shining, the opps, they gone
That nigga should've been done (No cap)
Blunt the same size of my thumb
Don't give a fuck, they my sons (Ayy)
I'm a lil' nigga like, uh (Uh)
Fuck on your bitch, that's for lunch (Lunch)
She said a young nigga hung, uh (Ayy)
When she gone moan like "uh" (Yeah)
When she gone I'ma make a sandwich (Yeah)
This bitch look at me like king, uh (King)
I put pink diamonds my ring, uh
[?] my [?] got more [?], ayy
I'm just like, yadda-da mean? Ayy
I got a whole lot of cream, ayy (What?)
My bitch, she know I'm not neat, ayy
My bitch, she think that I cheat, ayy (Woo)
Yeah (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
Chopper orchestrated, yeah
Think they shoot, they two's (Brr)
This my seventh link
Think I love her too (What?)
Bitch, I love the haters (Let's go)
Don't fuck if he [?] me
We gon' leave him blue (Yeah)
My bitch, she all gravy (What?)
Watch me break the rules (Yeah)
I came in her house (Let's go)
I can't wear no shoes, uh
I came in her mouth, uh (Ew)
And she married too, uh
I'm just a average dudeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lames*Lyrics from Snippet

That's because the lames [?]
Opp shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Oppers*Lyrics From Snippet

[Verse]
Bought a patek off a mixtape
Put my dick in yo lil bitch face
My wrist so happy, got rinsey
Diamonds on my watch the reason why i'm late
Pull up a Bently no this not a I8
...
Stack up some hotcakes
Back in my mansion, I got my own [?]
I just spent four thousand on some more Kanyes
I just spent...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Street Music*[Intro]
Street music (Yeah)
Street music
Hahaha
Street music (Yeah)
Hahaha
Street music

[Verse 1]
I don't care if you don't like me, only fans do
If rap don't work, start bringing in selling the tans nigga (Are you ok?)
I'm O.T. with the CoCo (O.T.)
And if you know, then you know bro (Yeah)
I’m oh so far (Yeah)
That I could shape the whole game up just like a snowblower
Yeah, yeah, lil nigga you down for sure for sure (Yeah)
Ain’t no rules to the game but one thing that I know (Ah-ha)
Can’t play both sides that’s a no no, aye
Yeah, you know that I finish with facts
Ten bars in my head and retire and come finish with rap
If you ain’t finished with rat, it’s like Pookie finished with crack, aye
Nigga, I’ma keep coming back, nigga, I feel like a fiend
I don’t respect that Glock, if it don’t come with a beamer
And I don’t respect that block, if you don’t put on your team
You ain’t give 'em a chain, ain’t even buy 'em Supreme, aye (Damn)
Then you wonder why you ain’t good in the hood like me, aye
I be really in the trenches, every chain on look icy, I know (Fact)
Know I got two guns and they right beside me (Aye)
They the same kind, same color, both got 30s, bitch, they SiameseEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Calvin Klein Freestyle[Verse]
Ayy, jumpin' out the Benz, ayy
Two-seater, probably fit the twins, yeah
Lookin' through my lens, yeah
I feel like I'm him, yeah
They actin' like they him, that is me, I'm not them, they not my friends
Yeah, everything on me so strong, no cologne, yeah, I'm shinin', uh
Every time I can't chill with you 'cause you know these boys out here, they be linin'
And they be lyin'
Walk around too fresh, Calvin Kleinin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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That Ain’t Gucci*Lyrics from snippet

[Verse]
-Hermes
Get that guap, I earned that, yeah
Hit it once, she be where the curve at, yeah
Sent her back to you, asked her where she learned that-EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Holy Water[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a drop it like a [?] (Skrt)
Stick on me like a goalie (Bow)
Mask on me like the goalie (Yeah)
Water cross, I'm so holy (Water walk)
Tech nine, leave you holy (Oh)
[?] like a [?] (Oh)
Oh, Cuban neclace coast like 40 (Yeah)
Spent like 40 for the rollie
Fucked your bitch in rollie  (Rollie)
Put the brick in a rollie (Rollie)
Hit a lick in a rollie (Yeah)
I"m the shit with the rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Yeah)
I'm the shit with the rollie, yeah yeah!
Yeah, I'm a drop it like a [?] (Skrt)
Stick on me like a goalie (Bow)
Mask on me like the goalie (Yeah)
Water cross, I'm so holy (Water walk)
Tech nine, leave you holy (Oh)
[?] like a [?] (Oh)
Oh, Cuban neclace coast like 40 (Yeah)
Spent like 40 for the rollie
Fucked your bitch in rollie  (Rollie)
Put the brick in a rollie (Rollie)
Hit a lick in a rollie (Yeah)
I"m the shit with the rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Yeah)
I'm the shit with the rollie, yeah yeah!
[Verse]
AK-47 (Blah) with a lot of kick [?]
Mac-11, got extended clips
I just dropped a fou' (Lean)
In a two liter (Lean)
Count dead people, I got white like Justin Bieber
Ayy, pounds in the [?] pounds in the mail, rah
I [?] leave em wrapped, I don't need a scale
Money on the floor, pistol on the shelf
I money on the floor, chopper on the shelf

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a drop it like a [?] (Skrt)
Stick on me like a goalie (Bow)
Mask on me like the goalie (Yeah)
Water cross, I'm so holy (Water walk)
Tech nine, leave you holy (Oh)
[?] like a [?] (Oh)
Oh, Cuban neclace coast like 40 (Yeah)
Spent like 40 for the rollie
Fucked your bitch in rollie  (Rollie)
Put the brick in a rollie (Rollie)
Hit a lick in a rollie (Yeah)
I"m the shit with the rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie)
Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Yeah)
I'm the shit with the rollie, yeah yeah!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mr. Trending TopicLyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Lil Uzi
Aye, aye
Yeah, huh?
Better back back, homie, better get out my way (Way)
Worry 'bout your problems while they all on my case (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck because you know that I'm paid (Aye, aye, aye)
Only thing I care about is racks and my bae (Aye, aye, aye, Lil Uzi)

[Hook]
Mr. Trending Topic
....

[Verse]
Aye
I made the rackies so fast in this muhfucka, looked like the racks for free, yeah
Can't get the swag for free, yeah, can't get the swag for free, yeah...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Can’t Kick It*[Intro]
Yeah
Woo
Ay, Brandon, man, why you do that?

[Hook]
Niggas, they saying, I'm doing too much
Shit, I ain't doing enough (What?)
That Lambo truck cost me way too much (Huh?)
Lambo and Bentley truck (Let's go)
I get your bitch to keep [?]
She suck my lightsaber like my name Darth Vader
[?] can't save her, yeah
I'm just that nigga that made it

[Verse]
All of these girls, they be switchin' (Uh)
Don't give a fuck, I got bitches
My bitch [?] delicious
Hit from the back, it get sticky
[?] I get kinky
Don't wanna fuck? We can't kick it
Don't wanna fuck? We can't kick it
Lil' baby came for no business
I'm just your period, sentence
If you ain't know, now you know
You know I stay on my flow
Money so long, my pockets, yeah, they show
Yeah, I make 500 a show
Ever since then, I ain't playin [?]
Uh, I make 500 a show
Ever since then, I ain't playin [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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100 Racks In The Duffle{Lil Uzi Vert}
(Courus)
Can't come around don't trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we'll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle

Can't come around don't trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we'll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle

{Lil Baby}
(Versе 1)
Got my pistol on me ain't no time to scruffle
300 racks and all of it's insidе the duffle
Came from the block we didn't have much so all we know is hustle
Red bottom down had to scuff em
We gonna catch an opp down back bust em
Same bitches didn't wanna fuck with me
Now them bitches all wanna fuck with

We catch a private jet to LA, We land in two hours
I make a 100 racks every week i need some new problems
Me and my bitches definitely going crazy we got a shoe problem

Money on my line keep on calling
Fresher then i stepped inside the coffin
Run up on the plug and now we all rich
Every night a different city balling
They just wanna see me do bad
But i got a lot of new carats
Everywhere i go a goon ran
And i got a lot of blue carats

{Lil Uzi Vert}
(Courus)
Can't come around don't trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we'll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
Can't come around don't trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we'll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle

LouGotCash
(Verse 2)
Fuck wit my hoodies i don't need another
Fuck up a junkie and make me another
I hit the streets like a pandemonium
Go to remote nobody controlling me
I get sick and old when it come to these bitches
No wonder they can't get a hold on me
Niggas looking like hang time
Got my change up all this gold on me
Lord knows i came up, 100 racks in my sock drawer
But thats not enough cause i want more
So much money on me you would think it growing on trees in my backyard
I had to get it out of the concrete i feel the need to go that hard
They call me drip lord, leave sauce on the seat when i hop out the nascar
Bitch got a pitch for it she bad as hell tell your hoe keep her mask on
Im getting green like a golf course hit a hole an one with my chains on
Im getting green like a golf course hit a hole an one with my chains on
{Lil Uzi Vert}
(Courus)
Can't come around don't trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we'll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle

Can't come around don't trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we'll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffleEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Strap[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Wheezy Beats)
(D Racks)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Damn, Lil Uzi turned to the man (I did)
Pull up, no Range, this a Lamb' (Skrr)
Pull up on me, you get faint (Fire)
She drop to her knees, use no hands (What?)
Run through the money, toe jam (Usain)
Saw what you got in your savings (Damn)
Got more than that in my stash (Uh)
Thumb through the money and laugh (Hah)
Grab your lil' bitch and slow dance (What?)
Thousand dollar for my pants (Uh-huh, sheesh)
Twenty thousand my left pocket (Sheesh, damn)
Ten thousand in my right pocket (Yuh, what?)
Dolly come through with the MAC, aye (Bow)
Uzi come through, digi' dash, aye (Aye)
Chichi come through with the strap, aye (Fafafafafa)
Dora come through, aye

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
24 karat, red gold
We don't fuck with you niggas, you really some hoes
Chain on my neck, it make my heart cold
I'm a slime ass nigga, I'll wipe a nigga nose
Kickin' shit like I got steel toes
I tripped [?] and it still sold
Don't play with that fuck shit, that what we got trips for
I need a Dolly-Dolly, I got a truck load
Rappers remind me of CB4
Hit the plug for the stash, Gusto (all of that)
They kidnap for ransom, they cut throat (gimme that)
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Saw what you got in your savings (Damn)
Got more than that in my stash (Uh)
Thumb through the money and laugh (Hah)
Grab your lil' bitch and slow dance (What?)
Thousand dollar for my pants (Uh-huh, sheesh)
Twenty thousand my left pocket (Sheesh, damn)
Ten thousand in my right pocket (Yuh, what?)
Dolly come through with the MAC, aye (Bow)
Uzi come through, digi' dash, aye (Aye)
Chichi come through with the strap, aye (Fafafafafa)
Dora come through, aye

[Verse 4: Lil Chi Chi]
Chichi came straight from the back
Uzi came through with the bag
We gonna sit back and laugh
YSL, yeah, we the fam
Poppin' these percocet, been through the [?]
Add it up, count it up then I just dab
We was havin' money way before rap
All theses niggas do is flex and they cap
Millions to billions, lil bitch, yeah we spend
I flex on these niggas, then we cop a Benz
Small circle nigga, don't need no new friends
All of my niggas surround me, some kins
We fuck up the clubs you niggas is in
They know that we having C Cartier lens
FEM watches and diamonds they kiss
YSL, yeah you know that we lit, (YSL, ha)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Heater Talk*Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
Look, she in my DM, double C kicks and they 3M
The [?] don't put your feet in ’em
I told that girl I'ma eat it up, I told that girl I'ma beat it up
Nina, yeah, that’s the heater talk, I'm getting money ,my feet is up
These niggas mad they ain't beating us...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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ZombieI’m a cannibal I eat childrenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Original Uzi (4 of Us) [Demo]Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse]
My pockets, they stick out like a brick (What?)
Your pockets, yeah, they light like a feather (Pff)
Yeah, I don't cheat (What?)
Me and my girl fuck bitches together (Yeah)
I wear jackets no matter the weather (Yeah)
Rockin' red Balmain leather
I be thinkin' life is a set up (Yeah)
'Bout to go out with Berreta
Huh, yeah
Gotta pull out in this metal (Ayy)
You a get Pac just like Kelly (Ayy)
But I want World Peace like Metta (Yeah)
Wait, countin' cheese, that’s that feta (Yeah)
She a light-skin when I'm redder
Wait, that's your bitch? Nigga better get her
'Cause my picture all on her header (Huh)
On Twitter (On Twitter), on Twitter (On Twitter)
On Twitter (Yeah), on Twitter
Better get your bitch, nigga, I'll rip her (I rip her)
Had her up on my bed then I flipped her (Yeah)
Yeah, wet like flipper, huh (What)
Yeah, wet like dippers (Huh)
What? In my slippers (Yeah)
Yeah, did I mention? (What?)
Yeah, now she wet (Wet)
What?
She get attached then I clip it (Huh)
Rick Owen boots with the zippers (Yeah)
Okay, you hip but I'm hipper (I'm hipper, I'm hip)
Shoot with that...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bad Barbie[Lyrics from Snippet]
Real bad barbie, pushing a pink Ferrari
When we was in Panama
Rode my dick like a Harley

Took that girl to Africa, got left like safari
Yeah I got the best bitch in America
Just ask Erica
Yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hallelujah / Take My Time*[Intro]
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Hallelujah!
Ayy
Lil Uzi!
Ayy, Ayy, Yeah, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Yeah!

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm just me (Uh)
Bitch, I'm just taking my time (Yeah)
Bitches, they all wait in line (Ayy)
I cannot open my mind (Ayy) (Yeah)
I think that I lost my mind (Ayy)
Trade in my wifey in just for a dime, Yeah!
No I do not do no coke (Uh) (Yeah)
But I got all types of line (Ayy)
Nigga's they caps just like mine
Stupid nigga, swear she don't got no spine (Yeah)
All on my dick it sound like I'm dyin' (Ayy)
Twist on my whip and it feels like I'm flyin' (Ayy)
She sticks up on the dick, that's unlimited mind (Ayy)
Oh my god I might pass on by, I need some bye (Oh My God)
I tell my boys, I get em' my vines
I cannot deal em', can't get em' pines, Yeah!
Yeah, I'm just me (Uh)
Bitch, I'm just taking my time (Yeah)
Bitches, they all wait in line (Ayy)
I cannot open my mind (Ayy) (Yeah)
I think that I lost my mind (Ayy)
Trade in my wifey in just for a dime, Yeah!
No I do not do no coke (Uh) (Yeah)
But I got all types of line (Ayy)
Nigga's they caps just like mine
Stupid nigga, swear she don't got no spine (Yeah)
All on my dick it sound like I'm dyin' (Ayy)
Twist on my whip and it feels like I'm flyin' (Ayy)
She sticks up on the dick, that's unlimited mind (Ayy)
Oh my god I might pass on by, I need some bye (Oh My God)
I tell my boys, I get em' my vines
I cannot deal em', can't get em' pines (NAH)
[Verse]
Only tail lip on me polly his lip
Only wear Balmains with my Timbs
Bitch I wear Balmains like it's there (Yeah)
Looking at small change like a dimp (Ayy)
Diamond on my brain like a stim (Ayy)
Paper on me you bet it won't bit (Ayy)
Shit, I be ballin' like I'm on the Rim (Ayy) (Yeah)
I remember my pocket was just slimp (I Remember)
Can't drive the whip then got dent (Nah)
From outer space be the stemp
I treat my bitch like lil' champ (On God)
Yeah
Notorious feel like I'm Biggie (Yeah)
My chain cold I need a viggie (Yeah)
[?] he not there with me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Diamonds[Intro]
2026
It's outer space shit, man
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Lil Uzi Vert, uh

[Chorus]
Please do not call (Please do not call)
Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall)
Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall)
I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt)
Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall)
What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?)
I was so small (I was so small)
Stand on my money, I'm tall (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm a boss (Bitch, I'm a boss)
Sucking her? Nah (Sucking her? Nah)
Fucking her? Nah (Fucking her? Nah)
Cuffin' her? Nah (Cuffin' her? Nah)
I was on Molly (I was on Molly)
She was on raw (She was on raw)
Had a mirage (Had a mirage)
Had a ménage (Had a ménage)
Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj)
Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj)
Nicki Minaj (Oh Nicki, oh Nicki)
Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj)
I said "Goodbye" (I said "Goodbye")
Perky so high (Perky so high)
I'm in Dubai
Bugatti cost 1.5 (Cost 1.5)
[Pre-Chorus]
Please do not bring that to my doorstep
You're not ready for war
Diamonds so wet
My diamonds so wet that they lookin' like a shore
I got the big gills, all up on my neck
That I'm lookin' like a shark
Yo', tell me for real, when I hit it from the back, can I hit record? (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Please do not call (Please do not call)
Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall)
Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall)
I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt)
Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall)
What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?)
I was so small (I was so small)
Stand on my money, I'm tall (I'm tall, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I'm in the cut (I'm in the cut)
Just like some gauze (Just like some gauze)
Rest in peace, Fredo (Rest in peace, Fredo)
Answered every time he called (Hello?)
Rest in peace, Chico (Rest in peace, Chico)
I swear that I miss my dog (1600, 1600)
Rockin' G-Fazos (Rockin' G-Fazos)
Please do not step on my 1's (Do not step on my 1's)
Blue tip my gun, FN 57, shoot him, he done
Pop him in his arm, and collapse his lung
Yeah, whatever bitch, this 1600
Told that little bitch "Run it"
Yeah, she fuckin' for the hundreds (For the hundreds)
I just wanna make money (Money, money, money)
Trappin' early, eat McMuffins (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Please do not bring that to my doorstep
You're not ready for war
Diamonds so wet
My diamonds so wet that they lookin' like a shore
I got the big gills, all up on my neck
That I'm lookin' like a shark
Yo', tell me for real, when I hit it from the back, can I hit record? (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Please do not call (Please do not call)
Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall)
Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall)
I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt)
Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall)
What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?)
I was so small (I was so small)
Stand on my money, I'm tall (I'm tall, yeah)

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pew
Yeah, yeah, pew, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Bitch, I'm a boss (Bitch, I'm a boss)
Sucking her? Nah (Sucking her? Nah)
Fucking her? Nah (Fucking her? Nah)
Cuffin' her? Nah (Cuffin' her? Nah)
I was on Molly (I was on Molly)
She was on raw (She was on raw)
Had a mirage (Had a mirage)
Had a ménage (Had a ménage)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Freestyle (2014)[Verse]
Before I had money what the fuck was I supposed to do?
I'ma rob him, yeah, I'ma rob you
And I fuck with all of y'all on the real besides him, you stand behind him you can catch fire too
I-I'm only 5' 5'' and my bitch 5' 2''
TEC-9 flying with my crew, slide through (Slide through)
And never tell the truth nigga, I am not you but on some real shit, nigga you is not you (No)
And everybody nowadays, say "Nothing my friend" but honestly, just wanna be in my shoes
And honestly just wanna be in my suit, (Yeah), and honestly just wanna hear what I do (Yeah)
And I'm about to crack a deal, and they know that shit so
They just wanna be right there on my couch (Skrrt)
And I'm about to crack a deal and they know that shit
So they just wanna be right there on my couch
And I ain't really like none of y'all, I'm up n' shit (Shit)
Champagne, was willy really smiling at y'all?
I told that bitch too get off my dick and I couldn't get her off, cause she was gripping on my balls
And she's looking at my chain, "How much it cost?"
And I'm sipping Belaire like a nigga Ross
And she threw the pussy at me, then got caught
But as fast a car, It can get tossed

[Outro]
Let's get it
Let's get it
And she threw the pussy at me, then got caught
But as fast a car, It can get tossedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Freebandz[Chorus]
Get at it, whipped at it, tell me wit a brick at it
Which girl I’m gon' get back
I can’t really pick that
I don't know I’ma get guap and stack it like it’s nothing
I’ma get money yeah your bitch love
I kept it real, I stayed 100
Don’t fuck with 12 so I ain’t bluffin
My stack blue cheese, blue cheese
Flex on me with a new wing
Money out the bank it’s so clean
Count it new while I'm on morphine
Sometimes I feel like I'm Future
...

[Verse 1]
...
Then I’m wit a check her mans
Ooh, what that boy he gonna do
My niggas, they gonna shoot
Leave that boy dead for like 2
We stare, his face it's all blue
Count all my money it’s blue
Bottom of my shoe would be red
$500 a shoe
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My Way*She do what I say (yuh)
I have it my way, ayy, yuh
I have it my way
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Cocaine Movin’[Intro]
Plug

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Now I been looking just like cocaine
Forgiato, switchin' four lanes
Fakin' rappers don't got no name
You got the Glock but don't got no aim
That FN .57 blow brain
That .223 rip out your soul, mane
That platinum don't fuck with no gold, mane
Don't bitch up now try and get your soul changed
I'm whippin' that work and that cocaine movin' out
I'm servin' up brick and that talk on the chirp
No fish on the scale, but a nigga movin' trout
I don't got enough, so I just make it work
And I have Kiara, and I have Cierra
And had a threesome, and I'm bussin' 'em up
My block, it be jumpin', sold millions of onions
I swear to god I never was on the drop

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Uh, huh
Loaded up, loaded up, chopsticks toted up
Rulers make 'em open up
Coupe color just like a coconut (huh)
Tell her anything just to bust a nut
Fuck around, fuck around with them fuck arounds
Pull up, got 100 rounds for a whole camp
Three rings on, like a World Series champ
Actin' hard on the internet, get you shut down
Nigga neck lit like a lamp
Better do the right thing, Spike Lee
Nigga walked in 'bout a hunnid deep
Feelin' like Mike T, swingin' at a nigga teeth
I only pop out every once a while
Niggas love hatin' every once a while
Fuck a nigga, stabbed him and his child
All 'cause of y'all nigga backround
[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Walked in ready, bitch I walked in ready
Hundred round drum gon' get you in the belly
My wrist cost more than your mom new Chevy
Sippin' on Wok' made my head feel heavy
Wrist so cold, wrist so cold
My neck so froze, feel like the North Pole
Trap still jumpin', caught me on the Metro (Xanax)
Niggas mad at me cause I smashed they hoe (Xanax, Xanax, Xanax)

[Verse 4: JBanz2Turnt]
Walked in ready
Chop stick, chop stick, Benihana chefin'
20 on my wrist, where Audemar baguette be
Your diamonds look cloudy, I'm shinin', I'm flexin'
Bitch, lil' bitch, I got all these bands in my wrist
I'm poppin', I think I'm the shit
Me and my gang still post up on the Six (Lil Pump)

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
I've walked in ready
Walked in ready, I've walked in ready
Walked in ready, I've walked in ready
Walked in ready, I've walked in ready
Niggas want beef, want smoke, then I'm ready
Two pistols, two beams, Armageddon
Walked in ready
Walked in ready, I've walked in ready
Walked in ready, I've walked in ready
Walked in ready, I've walked in ready1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Easter*Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro: Young Thug,  Lil Uzi Vert ]
Let's go, woo, yeah

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay, I just talked to [?] and that girl named Keisha (Okay)
I don't really need her, but I smacked her on her keister (Let's go)
Brand-new Gucci pieces, I stay fresh just like it's Easter (Alright)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Love Me[Intro]

Huh, What?
Gimme your love
Huh, What?
Gimme your love
Wait
Wait
Wait
I don't want hugsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Butter*Lyrics From Snippet

[Verse]
Got the Glock on my side (Ayy), it stick to me like butter (Ayy)
Gun on my right and...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Old Days/Ways(Intro)
(Yeah, ay)
(Woah, Yeah)
Its Lil Uzi
(Back on my old ways)
(Back on my old ways)
(Back on my old ways)

(Chorus)
I miss the old days
I miss my old bae
Neck like a snow day
Driving got road rage
Im on the road race
Hit it fast not a slow pace
Cross the street got look both ways

(Verse)
My lil bitch go both ways
My lil bitch go both ways
Everybody they know i'm paid
It ain’t having no slow days
I dont even know this bitch name
Why the fuck is she in my face
(?) on my louie V shades
Ain't no hate even going my wayy
Gotta leave no no I can't stay
I spent like 20 a day
Water a neck like a drain
She dont even know where is stay
Yeah my choppa got a beam
I fell in love with a K
Back to my old waaayys
But i’vе been through a little more pain
(Chorus)
I miss the old days
I miss my old baе
Neck like a snow day
Driving got road rage
Im on the road race
Hit it fast not a slow pace
Cross the street got look both ways
My lil bitch she go both ways

(2nd Verse)
Woooooaaahh i do not play when (?)
Woooooaaahh i do not play when it come to my old
Matter fact you can have her i dont care
Cuz my voice it clear and im still here
I am not here at the motherfucking buttom
Same n**** (?)  top tier
I am not here at the motherfucking buttom
I got a Miami crib came with a pier
I am not here at the motherfucking buttom
Cuz me and you n**** no we are not (?)
Evertime i spell that girl fucking buttoms
It looks like a apple dont look like a pear
Plus my bitch dont got on no apple buttoms
Bought a rick owens (?) cost a rackie a pair
Cappin in here n****** backing in here
They ain't (?)
You moving like that then you moving in fear
Dont need nobody i stack in the mirror

(?)
I walk through a puddle cuz i got the
Water that splash in here
Going so fast need no track in here
Track phone, track phone trap in here
Care bout money and cars and fashion in here
My girl dont undertand me im too weird
My money so old they might just grow a beard
So much money that gotta be cleared

(Chorus)
I miss the old days
I miss my old bae
Neck like a snow day
Driving got road rage
Im on the road race
Hit it fast not a slow pace
Cross the street got look both ways
My lil bitch she go both ways1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Remember[Intro]
This that, Take your bitch right on a trip
Let her slide right on my dick
Then I bust right on her tits

[Chorus]
This that, Take your bitch right on a trip
Let her slide right on my dick
Then I bust right on her tits
30 that's all in my clip, 45th right on my hip
Diamond my hand, I'm like bliss
Drinkin' that sand like its crisp

[Bridge]
Drivin' a lamb and its tinted (Skrrrt)
It's a all white like the winter
I was in no fender bender, huh
I was on xan and the benny
That's all that I could remember
That's all that I could remember (Remember)
I was on xan and the benny
That's all that I could remember (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Gave her that wood like a splinter
You a rat, like Master Splinter
You took that bitch out to dinner
I pimp that bitch right on Tinder
My niggas talk to no [?]
Do the drive-by out the window
My new bitch believe in Hindu
But she give me lots of dental
Pop a nigga like a pimple (Yeah)
Everyday got a new issue
I remember when my life was so simple (Yeah)
[?]
Choppa my scope can't miss
[?]
Whatever you pay, I pay triple
Me and you got some of the same friends
So your home boys probably don't hit you
[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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BussdownHook[?]:
[?] bustdown

Verse 1 [?]:
[?], yeah fuck with my gang and you dumb
[?] dumb, they opp patrolling for fun, yeah
Hittin' your [?] try to run, yeah
Send your ass up to the sun
I'm the type...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Don’t Go There*Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]
...
I'm sorry
It's Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah)
Oh, don't go there (Don't go there) (Uzi)
Let me say
Oh, don't go there (Oh, don't go there)

[Verse]
Smoked so much, I need some new lungs
Test that work until your nose run
Let's test that work until your nose numb
Make you do that 'cause you know somethin' (Yeah)
Make $500 for the show run
Suck that dick, just what your friend tell em'
You know I got me a lot of racks, in designer bags
You know I got me a lot of racks, in designer bags
You know I'm fresh like a laundromat
Like a laundromat
I got that Louis, I'm on the Gram'
Yeah, I'm on the Gram'
Brand nеw teeth baby...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Patek Swag*Lyrics From Snippet

[Verse ?: Lil Uzi Vert and Jamie Foxx]
...my wrist, yes, yes
Everything wet on my neck
I got blue diamonds, baguettes
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I got that Patek swag
On the top, got baguettes (Yuh)
I got that...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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IDK / No HeartSnippet 1:
Diamonds in my [?]
No no no
Please don't call my phone, I don't know
Please don't call my phone, I don't know
I don't-

Snippet 2:
- hoes all in the dark can't tell apart
Huh?
Yeah, they gon' fuck me I can tell they smart
Yeah, but I also can tell that they got no heart, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Come Up / Cancer*...question but no no no I do not know know the answer
I was just talking to Ski and my boy he got sad because his family dying from cancer
I had to get all the guap tell lil nigga I had to just get all the guap and the manage
Remember back when I couldn't pay for a sandwich but nowadays I had to get the advantage
They said im spending too much my account...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get HighBitch I get high, get high, get high, get high like the satellite
Bitch I keep going, going, going, going just like I’m in paradise
I pull up, my boys, we doin’ it for sure, cuz they be the scary type
That boy he a pussy, that boy got a [?] and we put him in [?]
I’m so high I can’t breathe
[?] black beam
On my block they sell cheese
Savage back she off trees
I’m so high I can’t breathe
Lotta space up a street
I get earth in the E
Off this perc watch me [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hate On Me*.....
Yeah that's what she don't stay on top for (What)
No different than you, but know a lot more
Niggas hate on me that's what this Glock for
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Outer Space*[Intro]
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah

[Chorus]
Hey, uhm (What, hello?)
I am from, um, outer space, yeah (Woah)
I met a bitch in Kuwait, yeah...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tiffany DiamondsLyrics from Snippet

...Only if you know
Might get it for the high, might get it for the low
Iced out my wrist, and I iced out my neck
And I iced out my ankle and I iced out my hoe
Tiffany diamonds come in a blue bag
Yeah I got a blue bag, could get you a coat
Got these racks, I could buy you a...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Out The Roof*Lyrics From Snippet

[Verse]
[?]
Swear I'm heading out the roof (Bugz Ronin gon' turn it up)
Out the roof, out the roof
Out the roof, out the roof
I can't trust these bitches...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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StaminaLyrics

Hook:
Yeah
Fuckin yo bitch wit the stamina’
Flexin on purpose for camera’
Me and my niggas some animals
She eat the cup like sum Danimals’
Fuckin that bitch like professional
I swear that I’m not a amateur
I swear the dick jus be jammin’ her
I swear the dick gonna damage her’
Fuckin dat bitch wit da stamina
I swear that I got the stamina
Fuckin that bitch wit da stamina
I jus be going off stamina’
Swear I jus fuck ya on stamina’
That bitch, I swear she got stamina
Stamina, Stamina, Stamina
Fuckin that bitch off the stamina

Verse 1:
I swear that bitch got dat gush
Put my dick right in dat puss
She suck the tip of my dick, like she tryna smoke sum kush
Countin up all of these Georgie’s’
But I’m not talkin no Bush’
And you be smokin that reggie’
Run through them hoes jus like Bush’
All theses bitches on my line
Lookin like fish on a hook
Put my dick all in dat pussy
Now that bitch face lookin shook
I done fucked so many bitches, Lil Uzi he probably can write a book
Black girl, black girl, in the kitchen whippin’ white girl, I swear she gon cook’
Cook
Brought that bitch a new Maserati’
Brought her new bag and a new body
She ride the dick like a Ducati’
Gettin that money, one Bugatti
Me and her had a private party
She brung her friend to private party

Hook:
Yeah
Fuckin yo bitch wit the stamina’
Flexin on purpose for camera’
Me and my niggas some animals
She eat the cup like sum Danimals’
Fuckin that bitch like professional
I swear that I’m not a amateur
I swear the dick jus be jammin’ her
I swear the dick gonna damage her’
Fuckin dat bitch wit da stamina
I swear that I got the stamina
Fuckin that bitch wit da stamina
I jus be going off stamina’
Swear I jus fuck ya on stamina’
That bitch, I swear she got stamina
Stamina, Stamina, Stamina
Fuckin that bitch off the stamina
Verse 2 :
She suck my dick like her lights out
She suck my dick cuz her lights out’
Countin these Jackson’s like Michael, stabbin like Myers cuz I am a psycho
She do a wheelie on that dick I swear she jus ride that shit like it’s a bike tho’
And you really like her, nigga I swear you a typo
Boxers be Bape or Supreme
Pussy drippin’ through her jeans
Eat the pussy wit sum lean
Beat the pussy till she cream’
No personals for me
Pass the bitch to the team
I am a xanny fiend
Uzi gang, that’s the team
We butt naked and I’m photo takin’
Got her sister wit her, she participating
Mask on my dick like a nigga Jason
The big booty big so tha bitch be cakin
Look at my pocket a nigga cakin’
Young nigga ballin like Walter Payton
Cancel that bitch, yeah I’ll rick ya later
Told that bitch “I’m bouta see ya later”

Hook:
Yeah
Fuckin yo bitch wit the stamina’
Flexin on purpose for camera’
Me and my niggas some animals
She eat the cup like sum Danimals’
Fuckin that bitch like professional
I swear that I’m not a amateur
I swear the dick jus be jammin’ her
I swear the dick gonna damage her’
Fuckin dat bitch wit da stamina
I swear that I got the stamina
Fuckin that bitch wit da stamina
I jus be going off stamina’
Swear I jus fuck ya on stamina’
That bitch, I swear she got stamina
Stamina, Stamina, Stamina
Fuckin that bitch off the staminaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Goyard[Lyrics]
Yea you can have that
Yea, If you turn around pat pat
Cuz' the ass too fat fat
Yea everytime I fuck from the back back
Make that shit clap clap (uh) all that
Check is like 6 deposits
Gotta Goyard Bitch witta' Goyard Collie
Bitch I gotta Goyard belt
Even tho my money dont fit Goyard walletEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Let’s Go*Lyrics from Snippet

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
I can go with her, but I won't hit her
She respect my game, so my neck a river
I am a rockstar, drip to the...
Let's go
I just fucked that girl, let me cum and she charged me
Ballin' so hard I just caught me a Charlie
I'm in the city with that girl, no Barbie (Woah, Yes)
I am the one, I'm the starter
Look at my neck, yeah that shit out the water
Uh, straight from the ocean, no water
These Balmain jeans I got on is way harderEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Promethazine / LeanLyrics:

First Verse:
Shorty spot my tip, looking just like she my hammer
Told that bitch “here, go hammer on the dick”
Told that bitch “I am the man”
Hit a nigga wit tha 40, get fanned
Tell a nigga he get “blammed”
Why this nigga looking at me like he is the fan
Shorty, get the fuck outta here cuz yo bitch, she be the main fan'
Told that bitch “suck on my team”
Told that bitch “I get the green”
Drinking the lean
Codeine, Codeine, Codeine, Codiene, wit a little promethazine
I-I got the clip on that bitch and the stick hang out bitch like that bitch is a limousine
Told that bitch “I’m living clean, I be eating lobster”, you in the crib eating lean a cuisine'
Got yo hoe all up on me
I rock all the Tommy
You ain't got no job
I call that nigga Tommy
Hit a nigga wit the...
Hit a nigga wit Tommy
Put the drum on the bitch
Dick always in her stomach
Dick in her throat until that bitch wanna vomit, told that nigga “I’m high in the sky like a comet”
I'm getting money, I'm countin comma comma'
I might fuck yo mama
Hit yo ass shit' right wit da llama
I don't care about no shit
Hit a bitch, feel like MC Hammer
I'm up on the shit
Never goin' broke, countin ten, twenty, fifty, hunned, too legit to fuckin quit
I be getting bitches, dick going in mouth throat’
That bitch suck my balls
If she gotta cold then I feed that bitch sum Hauls
I might even move my bricks, where the muthafuckin U-Haul
I jus talked to all my niggas
I gotta plug Colaloralo, oop I mean Colorado
Told a bitch “I go hard”
Play the guitar
White bitch, she live in Utah
I got everything
I got all the clothes
I got all the bitches
Yo wife be my hoe
Lil Uzi gonna glo’
My ice white like the snow
Told that bitch just to “go”
Told that bitch “I'm on go”
Verse 2:
Hit a nigga wit tha 40, AK-47, Darko, Darko, 223. in it
Hit a nigga up up’ in his body, tried to move move' knock his ass off his pivot
Told a bitch just to “jump on my dick”
Jus like a frog, so she hop from nigga, ribbet ribbet'
I might even hit that nigga wit chirp'
Told that nigga “just give me what it’s worth”
Told that bitch “suck my my dick and make it work”
I got the money, nigga smokin purp'
Sippin da lean'
Told ya bitch “I'm getting money” I fuck wit blue benji's, no green
That be all hunneds
I jus go crazy
Told ya bitch that she will not be my “main lady”
Cuz she yo main lady'
Ewwww you made that bitch have yo baby, that bitch ate my baby

Last Verse:
What I say?
I got all the clothes
I got everythang
Countin blue benji's'
Me no fuck wit no green'
Usually I keep the green'
Bullets in yo team'
Chico world nigga'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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On My Grind*Gettin’ money got me paranoid
She keep tryna call my phone
I told her to wait in line
Smokin gas I’m facing’ mine
Dread head like [?]
Lemon lime on my grindEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Don’t Wanna Talk*[Intro]
Niggas, they mad, cause they wanna talk to me, but on the real, I don't wan' talk about nothin' (Shh)
Yeah
Niggas, they mad, cause they wanna talk to me, but on the real, I don't wan' talk about nothin'

[Chorus]
Niggas, they mad, cause they wanna talk to me, but on the real, I don't wan' talk about nothin'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Heaven Hurts*Lyrics from Snippet

...Yeah, they tryna' say I'm evil (Yeah)
I know Heaven hurts (Yeah)
I know I'm the worst (Huh), it don't register (Aye)
I got money on me (Money), with no register (Yeah)
I bought one top (Top), cost me seven shirts (Yeah)
They tryna' say I'm evil...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gettin That Money*That be Maaly Raw!

Gettin' that money
Ayy
Know I'm gon' spend it
Ayy
Countin' that money
Ayy
Gettin' them digits
Ayy
Gettin' that money-

- Nigga wan' hate
Yeah
Took his bitch right on a date
Yeah
On my dick she gon' relate
Yeah
In a rari [?] race
I wanna flex in a Wraith
Put all money in a safeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Iced Out My WristLyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, Lil Uzi)

[Post-Chorus]
Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow
These not [?], Ice on my wrist, I don't need a sweater
I don't gotta sweat her, I'm too rich
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow
These not [?], Ice on my wrist, I don't need a sweater
I don't gotta sweat her, I'm too rich
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

[Verse]
Iced out my wrist, solitary, Halle Berry
All my stones blue diamonds
When they on lookin' like a vicious ho
Trap spot, [?], y'all gon get the vicious guns
Diamonds bussin', your shit, it is hittin soft
Diamonds in her tongue ring, so I told her lick it off (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My bitch keep [?] but she think she getting home (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I can score a touchdown, all they did was kick it off (Yeah)
Diamond in her forehead, I can't even pick it up (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ayy (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
[Chorus]
Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
These not [?], Iced out my wrist, I don't need a sweater (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
I don't gotta sweat her, I'm too rich (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
These not [?], Iced out my wrist, I don't need a sweater (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
I don't gotta sweat her, I'm too rich (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stay In My Lane*Lyrics From Snippet

Stay in my lane, I can't change, I'm the same (Yeah)
Yeah, fucked yo main, she been came, I'm just sayin'(Aye)
Yeah, keep your heart, you're too smart, I want brain (Aye, aye, yeah)
Yeah, we're apart in the dark from the pain (Yeah)
WoahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wrist WorthWait, diamonds dancin’ first tell me what your wrist worth
Make your wrist worth, know you’ll make your wrist worthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Let You Know (EP Version)[Intro]
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag (Gangsta-Gangsta-Gangsta Grillz, The Cannon)
Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go (Cannon)
Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know
Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show
Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go

[Chorus]
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I...

[Interlude]
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go
Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know (Gangsta Grillz)
Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show
Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go
[Chorus]
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know (The Cannon)
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I... Yeah!
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I...

[Interlude]
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go
Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know
Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show (Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go
[Chorus]
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat (The Cannon)
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I... Yeah!
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa (The Cannon)
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know (Cannon)
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I...

[Verse 1]
80k a show, 100k a show (Alright)
Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden?
Walking with my .40, and my money showing
Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain't foldin
Boy, I am not slow, you hate on the low
You was still at home, I was on the road
Know that I'm a dog, I'm bad to the bone
Dior my cologne, smoking gas it's strong
Leave me alone, stop calling my phone
Already know what you're thinking lil baby, girl, oh what up though?
She said "Uzi baby, they ain't got no dough"
Why you're so dope? Yeah, you oughtta know
[Chorus]
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I...

[Verse 2]
Boy you took that L and we can see that
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Daredevil could see that
Pockets giant just like Andre, addicted, let me do three stacks
I get money, fuck your bitch, stay real, ooh, that's three facts
Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that
Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don't relapse
She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing's tapped (Cannon)
Diamonds all up on my pinky, think this thing's tap
I do not fuck with these niggas, man I mean that
Woah, money envelope
I was just so broke, I didn't have hope
Now I'll let you know

[Chorus]
Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa
And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier
Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to
Get that thot just like I...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Street ShitLyrics not available at the moment sorry!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ass Grabber / African*Lyrics From Snippet

...
And I said I made her ass fatter
Hit it from the back and that shit turned me to an ass grabber
Popped this Percocet so I don't ever blast at her
Pussy got me higher as a [?]
Dick almost killed a bitch, had to toe-tag her
Yeah, that lil' nigga, he got his but he got no swagger
Look, I know voodoo, I been practicing
I got more yellow lambs than an african
Driving cabs in New York, really trafficking
Bitch, I'm a shark in the water when I grab the fin
Fucked on my bitch then I gave her back
Fucked on my bitch one more time then I send her back
I donе pulled up with motherfuckin' mini MAC
I done fuckеd on your bitch and my bitch, same time, that's a [?]
Hit the smallest nigga in the room, [?]
I can put this girl right here in front of you, you still can't get her back
Nigga, I be spittin' facts
I ain't ever got a riddle back
Fucked her in the air, I need a ceiling...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Got a New One[Intro]
Sealab, Sealab
Sealab, Sealab
Sealab, Sealab

[Verse: Sealab Vertical]
I'm smoking good, my weed dank
Rolling sticky, that pussy stank
Cuz Im hella on, black with the chrome
I bust her ass, she give me dome
Im [?]
Im a Leo bitch she a Capricorn
Like my hair [?] its fat and longEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cheerio (Original)[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woo, yeah
Woah (Yeah), yeah
I get the guap, that's the truth (The truth), yeah
I get to God, that's the truth (The truth), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay, I came in with a whole nother plan (A plan), damn
Okay, I came in with some whole different bands (Some whole different bands), damn
Yeah, I feel like I'm the man, ooh (The man)
Ooh, I feel like I'm the one, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck your bitch and my diamonds they VVS so that shit shine like the sun, yeah
Thesе niggas mad at me, okay
It's cool, I don't even fuck with thеse boys (Okay)
Silencer on my gun, yeah
I don't even fuck with no noise, yeah
Tell me what you gonna do about it 'cause I had to go get all the money (Yeah)
That girl ain't want me before, I think that shit funny (I think it's funny)
Stack up the bands to the top, I'm the man (Yeah)
I got guap, these niggas all be fans (Slatt), yeah
I had to go out
I had to put my dick right in her mouth
I had to go out
I had to show these boys what it's about
This is not the hokey-pokey, my Glock it got pokeys on it
That's a knife, got an AK-47
Came with the MAC-10 and the MAC-11
SRT, it do not got no traction
Sauce, sauce, sauce, I'm a boss, boss, boss
I will knock you off way before you get off
I keep it two Virgil's, whip that white until it's off (I keep it two Virgil's)
I keep it two Virgil's, whip that white until it's off (Oh, uh)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah)
Blicky'd up, blicky'd up, blicky'd up, yeah (Blicky'd up)
That be the Glock, I could clip it up, yeah (Yeah)
Fuck the dirt, bury my heart in the sand
'Cause I'm on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah
I'm on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah
And I could tell that she got a man (Okay)
Woo, yeah
Woah (Yeah), yeah
I get the guap, that's the truth (The truth), yeah
I get to God, that's the truth (The truth), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay, I came in with a whole nother plan (A plan), damn
Okay, I came in with some whole different bands (Some whole different bands), damn
Yeah, I feel like I'm the man, ooh (The man)
Ooh, I feel like I'm the one, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck your bitch and my diamonds they VVS so that shit shine like the sun, yeah
These niggas mad at me, okay
It's cool, I don't even fuck with these boys (Okay)
Silencer on my gun, yeah
I don't even fuck with no noise, yeah
Tell me what you gonna do about it 'cause I had to go get all the money (Yeah)
That girl ain't want me before, I think that shit funny (I think it's funny)
Stack up the bands to the top, I'm the man (Yeah)
I got guap, these niggas all be fans (Slatt), yeah
I had to go out
I had to put my dick right in her mouth
I had to go out
I had to show these boys what it's about
This is not the hokey-pokey, my Glock it got pokeys on it
That's a knife, got an AK-47
Came with the MAC-10 and the MAC-11
SRT, it do not got no traction
Sauce, sauce, sauce, I'm a boss, boss, boss
I will knock you off way before you get off
I keep it two Virgil's, whip that white until it's off (I keep it two Virgil's)
I keep it two Virgil's, whip that white until it's off (Oh, uh)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah)
Blicky'd up, blicky'd up, blicky'd up, yeah (Blicky'd up)
That be the Glock, I could clip it up, yeah (Yeah)
Fuck the dirt, bury my heart in the sand
'Cause I'm on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah
I'm on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah
And I could tell that she got a man (Okay)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Denim Tears*Lyrics From Snippet

[Hook]
[?], it's too sunny (Yeah, uh)
I'm your dad, boy, you my sonny (Uh, yeah, you my son)
Slime that bitch out, ooh, I run it (Slatt) (Yeah)
Slime that bitch out, nose still runny (Slatt) (Yeah)
Fuck from the back, that bitch still cumming (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Average Dude*Please Help Transcribe Lyrics from Snippet
What lil stissy gonna do...
If i say more im considered a rat.......
Help w lyrics https://soundcloud.com/snpts/avgdudeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Forever Young*[Intro]
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really wanna live forever?
And ever? And ever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really wanna live forever?
And ever? And ever?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Clout V2 (What U Bout/In My Couch)[Intro]
Yea, yea, yea (Skee)
Yea, yea (Lil Uzi)
Yea, yea, yea (Lil Uzi)

[Hook]
Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout)
Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house)
I got this Uzi in my couch (in my couch)
Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out)
Now fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(now what you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you really 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(tell me what you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(yea)

[Verse]
You talking shit, this uzi shoot you in your mouth (in your mouth)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout (yea, what you 'bout)
Oh, that's your bitch, she loving me cause I got clout
(I got that clout)
You kiss her lips, where I bust right in her mouth
(All in her mouth)
I'm that nigga, Lil Uzi I'm that nigga (yea, yea)
I'm from the north, but they say I sound from the south
(They do, they do)
Well I got money, what the fuck you talking 'bout
(now what you talkin')
I pay you off, I pay a hit man, take you out (yea, brr)
Bitching, they never stressin' and these bitches be flexin'
And these bitches be stressin' (stressin')
I'm on the beat, I'm jugging that shit
I'm flexing, nigga finessin'
I got your bitch, I might fuck up, But I have to use protection
I shoot you, that be protection
15 and hunnid, nigga you cannot stop us (stop)
Gettin money on your dummies (dummy)
Put my dick right in her tummy (tummy)
I'm whippin' the whip in some onions (onion)
I feel like the shit, I feel like Lil Flipp
I got clover nigga, I'm lucky (I'm lucky, I'm lucky)
(yea, yea)
[Hook]
Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout)
Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house)
I got this Uzi in my couch (All in my couch)
Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out)
Now, fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(What you 'bout)
Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout
(What you really 'bout)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Monday*Lyrics to b added at a future dateEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Myron [OG][Intro]
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga)
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh, pew

[Chorus]
Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no green don't excite me (Green)
I could make a ho out your wifey (Beep)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Yeah)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Yеah, yeah)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockеy, bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Oh well)

[Verse]
'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (Yeah)
Your girl's a five but your mom is a dime piece (Ayy)
And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie)
I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (Bonnie)
These bitches, they think they dandy but they be just lyin' (Bitches lyin')
Got a lil' bitch, can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin' (Try)
When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (On God)
VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (Woah)
I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (Woo)
Had that boy's bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin'
Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (So wet)
I stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9' 10" (Yeah), yeah
These niggas be bitin' (Fuck, yeah)
Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin' (Grrah-brrah-brrah), yeah
Me and her was vibin' (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Your bitch call me Myron (Okay)
Ninety thousand, that's a light day (Yeah), yeah (That's a light)
I can tell you, it's the real spill (Yeah, I can tell you, it's the real), yeah
Fucked your bitch just for a light bill (Yeah), yeah
Banana clip, I ain't gon' slip on the peel (Yeah)
Hot grease, bitch, we poppin' (Poppin'), yeah
Ballin' on that nigga like I'm Thompson (Thompson), yeah
Chopper got splendid, was like the Johnson (Johnson)
Johnson Johnson, vacation right to Dubai (Dubai)
Kicking shit so hard, I stopped doin' ju-tai (Mwah)
Twenty thousand Christian Dior my suit tie (Yeah)
Got a black girl and she got blue eyes (Eyes)
Came up, on the real, got 'em shoes tied
Starin' at lil' homie
Stop starin' at lil' homie
You ain't fairin' nothin' on me
We ain't hearin' that lil' homie
Pull up 'CLaren on new homie
Skrr-skrr, pull up on my lonely
I just fucked all her friends
She start cheerin' on her homies
[Bridge]
I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands
I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands
She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)
She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Flex[Intro]
Yuh, (Yuh) yeah, (Yeah) yeah, (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
([?])
Nope, hey Sama
I'ma (I'ma, I'ma, I'ma)
I'm (I'm, I'm I'm)
I'm (I'm, I'm I'm)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip

[Verse]
I'ma flip [?] this summer
That means my pockets get dumber
Nigga, I got commas comin'
Yeah, I might fuck on your mama
I am not with that bitch drama
I will hit you with this llama
Dressed up in Balenciaga, I'm rockin' all of that designer
Eatin', no strippin' the lobster
Like a lil' nigga, a mobster (Like a lil' nigga, a mobster)
[Chorus]
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip

[Verse]
I'ma flip [?] this summer
That means my pockets get dumber (Yeah)
Nigga, I got commas comin' (Yeah)
Yeah, I might fuck on your mama (Zoom)
I am not with that bitch drama
I will hit you with this llama
Dressed up in Balenciaga, (Skee) I'm rockin' all of that designer (Zoom)
Eatin', no strippin' the lobster
Like a lil' nigga, a mobster (Yeah, like a lil' nigga, a mobster)

[Chorus]
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip
I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flipEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Favourite Artist*Lyrics from Snippet

Umm yeah
Yes I know, I'm your favourite artistEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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StellaAEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Woke Up*Lyrics from snippet

[Verse]
Woke up like this (Yeah)
I woke up like this, yeah
Thought about then I had to flood my wrist (Aye)
She left you 'cause broke boy, you a snake (Yeah)
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Reject*Lyrics From Snippet

[Hook]
Yeah, I can feel my body leaving Earth (I can feel my body leaving Earth)
Nowadays, I'm scared to pop a perc (Nowadays I'm scared to pop a perc)
Nowadays, they try to call me a jerk (Nowadays, they try to call me a jerk)
That's because they treat me like a rejectEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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EverybodyLil Uzi Vert
We Just Be Looking At Everybody
We Just Be (i do not know)
Feel Like Us Cause Its Everybody
?

Meek Mill's Verse
Stacking And Trapping All Day
Flipping Thru Money All Day
Counting Money All Day
Screaming (Yurrrr)
Heerrrr

Meeks Mill's Verse
Money All Day
This Is The Money All Day
Screaming Out (Herrrr Or Yerrrr)
Im Gonna Go Harder Than Everybody
Im Gonna Go Harder Than Everybody
Stacking And Trapping All DayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Audi (Drive Away)[Verse]
Gotta know

[Chorus]
(Audi, audi, audi, audi)
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Audi[Verse]
Gotta know

[Chorus]
(Audi, audi, audi, audi)
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Audi[Verse]
Gotta know

[Chorus]
(Audi, audi, audi, audi)
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Audi[Verse]
Gotta know
[Chorus]
(Audi, audi, audi, audi)
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi
Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
AudiEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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6 Min Freestyle[Intro}
Southside
Southside, Southside
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (What)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Gang)

{Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (My wrist)
Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics)
No, I can't stick for a lick (No)
I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (I flex)
I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Ugh)
Water, that's all on my hand (My hand)
A goldfish, she lives in my fist
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Ugh)
'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Shoot)
Fuck nigga, you bettеr shoot, uh (Bah)
My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)
[Verse 1]
I got diamonds on my hand (My hand)
I got diamonds on my rims (Rims)
I got diamonds on my friends (Friеnds)
Look, the storm, it just began (Began)
Uh, Dior my suit, uh
I just wan' get all the loot, uh (The loot)
Fuckin' your bitches, recruit, uh (Recruit)
I'm make it do what it do, uh
Told her get loose to get Loubs (Yeah)
When they get loose like a noose (Yeah)
Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke)
Get on my lap, but that pussy for crew (Let's get it)
Elephants all in a room, uh
Horton gon', um, Hear Who, uh (What)
I put my dick in your boo, uh
She is no longer your boo, uh
22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi)
Nike sign, that just say swoosh, uh
Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move)
You not my baby, get Ruth'd, uh
Wait, where is the blue?
Pop that lil' pill and I start seein' clues (Uh)
Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh
My nigga makin' the news (Yeah)
Base him on that block, say zoot it (Uh)
Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup)
I had to rake up the loot
350,000 on my jewels (My jewels)
That's the shit I got on now
Back then, they ain't let me fuck, well, how 'bout now? (How 'bout now)
If I'm a dog, lil' bitch, you is a hound
We buyin' Verbs in the 'vert, no, not now (Let's go)
I'm the freshest nigga out
Pull up so fresh that they puttin' in lost and found, uh, bitches wanna link and found 'em
'Cause these niggas always, they stealin' my style (Uh)
[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (Bad bitch)
Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Ya bih)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch)
I had to go up in my list (In my list)
No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics)
No, I can't stick for a lick (No way)
I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist)
I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (They sick)
Water, that's all on my hand (My hand)
A goldfish, she lives in my fist
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich)
'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (I try 'em)
Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Shoot)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah, bah)
My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
First crib, it was apartment (Uh)
I used to chill in the 'ment (The 'ment)
Everything happened was meant (Was meant)
Bitches breath stink, need a mint (Let's get it)
Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay)
I just have paid they lil' rent
Reversin' the backend, lil' bitch
That would happen when a nigga get rich (What)
No, I do not smoke no hemp, uh (No hemp)
Yeah, I just walk with a limp, uh (A limp)
I'm the GOAT sitting, the pimp
C on my glasses so I see the 'lent, uh (Let's go)
Dip, slide in the Bent'
Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt)
Don't want that bitch, she not a ten
I cannot fuck if she didn't bring a friend (Hoe)
She getting mad, put dick in her friend
Not talkin' no haircut, but I get the trim
She a redbone and she fixin' the brims (Okay)
Everytime we in there, it gets intense
She a lil' crazy but she is a gem
I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines
My niggas run up with me on that bitch
I met that girl when I was out on Essex
You know I get fly like I'm on The Jetsons (Phew, phew, phew)
So you know I gotta keep the protection
I put the section inside of my section
No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No)
Going too hard, no, I am not resting
Do not follow that like that is the exit
Two of your checks look just like my backend
Hit from the back, but no, no, I can't back it
All of my niggas, they monkeys, gorillas
All of my niggas, they move with bananas (Woah)
I got a hunnid round right in a fan
My boy just put up four up in a Phantom
No, I do not drink the lean, that's the answer
Poppin' the Perky, wake up, and what happened (What happened)
Fuckin' this bitch in the ass, I'ma smack it
Hit her so hard that that shit still was clappin'
[Verse 3]
Top of the morning, first thing I said to that lame nigga shit was that he was so corny
But I'm not worried about that cause that bitch look so good that that shit still gon' make me horny
No, not no school but your bitch, she be boring
Ride on a plane 'cause Lil Uzi be tourin'
She told me she wanna go Bora Bora, but I would not do that 'cause she gave me oral (Hahaha)
Keepin' the cordial, my new name is Squidward 'cause Lil Uzi, he underwater like coral
That fuck nigga, yeah, he gon' move like a girl, my niggas still movin' them choppas and squirrels
No oyster my plate and no clam on my plate, but Chanel on my neck and it made out of pearl (Ayy)
I got my girl a lil' ice cream and she like mixed chocolate-vanilla and made that shit swirl (Swirl)
Okay, your girl, she better than his but I swear your girl's not better than swirl (Swirl)
She got blue eyes with Sandy brown hair and that lil' bitch ass is big as the world (World)
Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert like Addy
Come on, lil' baby, I know that you ready
Chop that boy up, treat him like spaghetti
It's a surprise so that shit with confetti
Got a girl, last name Voorhees, and she gonna move with machete
Smoking 3 grams but them shit not no Teddy
Big body of water, my neck with a levee (Let's go, let's go)
Keep my, brand new, foreign steady
Please don't drive my shit like a Chevy
Pull up Claireport with a all black Jetty (Skrrt)
Pull up the car on a all black heli'
If I get booked, they don't have no celly
That's 'cause I made 10 M's off the deli
She only made 3 racks off of jelly (Uh)

[Verse 4]
No, you can't talk like that, you not a member (No)
I get my nuggets, no Denver (No Denver)
Fur on my neck, no chinchilla (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
No, I can't sit in the middle (Brr)
'Cause I'm not, um, sentimental
Getting money, flexin' real hard but that car you got is a rental
Is you a spy, nigga, tell me who sent you
Got a old bitch that love doing the dishes
Got a old bitch, I like giving the pinches (Let's go)
Got a old bitch, they be sucking my dick and everytime she do it, she take out her dentures (Haha)
Diamonds my mouth so it's diamonds my sentence
I got this floss and that's right from my dentist
I stayed at the Ritz and you stayed at the Hilton
I'm dunkin' your bitch so I had to Shawn Kemp it (Let's go)
The .40, the Glock, got the Smith and the Wesson my hip
I know I told you I don't drink the lean but I might sip it
This shit was destined, this shit was written (Yeah)
These niggas not with the hittin' (Yeah)
She wanna fuck, she can get it, uh
First, you gotta do an audition, uh
And you gotta bring an addition, uh
He try to swing on me, I slip it, uh
Knock that boy out he a chicken (Bitch)
You really not real and you talk 'bout your own people so you better stay your distance (What)
I'm ballin' on you like the Pistons (Mhm)
Uh, blow that bitch out like a piston (Uh)
Uh, I'm the only chef in my kitchen (Uh)
Uh, so I guess I better get that whippin', yeah
Yeah, random hoes don't pick it, uh
That's how I do my stickin', yeah
Don't know where she been, can't lick it
Only hit it once, don't miss it (Uh)
Make her pop her top like a mystic (Uh)
Raf on my jeans, shoes Rick-Rick (Yeah)
These niggas out here, they really be trippin'
And I'm off the 'shrooms, I be doin' the same

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (My wrist)
Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don't take no pics (I don't)
No, I can't stick for a lick (I'm sorry)
I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist)
I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Let's go)
Water, that's all on my hand (My hand)
A goldfish, she lives in my fist
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Let's go)
'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (He lit)
Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Let's go)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Shoot)
My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)

[Outro]
I got diamonds on my tooth
I got diamonds on my tooth
Diamonds on my Gucci boots (Yeah)
Diamonds on my tooth (Let's go)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go)
Yeah, Lil Uzi
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My CrewOn my toes (Yeah)
Ooh got it all on my 2s
Baggin up with my crew (Yeah)
I put it all on my shoes (Ooh)
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Freestyle ig live 12.20.20Picture me touring
I dont even need you
You dont even want me
I dont even see you
Just got´ believe you
Then you can leave it
Change it or leave it
Dont wanna met her
Dont wanna see this
She is a eater, in the two-seater
Drivin my -- my --
What is you sayin?
My and you nigga
We not related
Not at all, you not like me
Niggas mad cause they not like me
Ohh, they can't stop me
I be runnning steps just like im rocky
All of these boys thеy just wanna copy me
Yeah, no they can't еver stop me
Imma pimp in this ---
Im the best ---
But they can't cause my trunk is bullet proof
And when she suck this dick she better not use a tooth
I drop that top on my bougatti its a coupe
And that bih 1.5 and that ain't even new
And that bitch that you with, i swear she ain't new
Back in the days 2016, she was with my crew
And our money back then, yeah it still was blue
We got trap money but its new
Everything right of the top
Can't wait till i drop
Can't wait till  other niggas drop
Can't wait till they flop
---
Nigga im on top, i feel like pop
Snap crack and pop ---
Bad bitch she with me, she rocking ricky
Like icky vicky no timmy turner
Im riding aroung with my burner
What you sayin´? niggas lyin
I be crying water ---
And thats a --- a diffrent story
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Rings on my finger
Rings on my bitches
Can't wife no bitches but i still wife them bitches
Can't drop no hits what is this?
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Loaded (EP Version)[Intro]
You know my pockets loaded
You know my
(8)

[Chorus]
My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh)
Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah)
Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin')
Ooh, and they showin' (Woah)
Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it)
Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it)
Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?)
That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah)

[Interlude]
All of my diamonds frozen
You know my pockets loaded
(8)
You know my pockets swollen
All of my diamonds frozen
You know my pockets loaded
You know my
(8)

[Chorus]
My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh)
Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah)
Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin')
Ooh, and they showin' (Woah)
Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it)
Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it)
Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?)
That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Loaded, loaded (Ayy)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Woah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Woah)
Loaded (What?), loaded (Yeah)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Chain white like it's snowin'
Drive my car like it's stolen (Woah)
Wipe my nose, I'ma blow it
Watch cost eighty-one thousand like Terrell-

[Interlude]
All of my diamonds frozen
(8)
You know my pockets loaded
You know my pockets swollen
All of my diamonds frozen
You know my pockets loaded (The Cannon)
You know my
(8)
[Chorus]
My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh)
Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah)
Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin')
Ooh, and they showin' (Woah)
Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it)
Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it)
Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?, Cannon)
That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Loaded, loaded (Ayy)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Woah)
Loaded, loaded (Gangsta Grillz)
Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah)
Loaded, loaded
Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Woah)
Loaded (What?), loaded (Yeah)
Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Chain white like it's snowin'
Drive my car like it's stolen (Woah)
Wipe my nose, I'ma blow it
Watch cost eighty-one thousand like Terrell Owens (Yeah)
Countin' up all these checks (Ayy)
I'ma flex, on my ex (Ayy)
Smoking gas, lost my breath (Ayy)
'Long as I'm loaded, I'ma flex (Woah)
Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded
You live with your mother, ayy, so I call you junior (Ayy)
Balmain pockets, loaded, loaded
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My SlimesCro a goat fr 💯EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Young bullNew album lil uzi vertEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy