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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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+Yeah, I really appreciate you150EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Ready, set, go87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yoom87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+You do it (Ayy)80EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch, ayy59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+Lil Uzi Vert61EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+How you do it like that, Uzi?51EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I want it that way74EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Ayy, ayy72EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Free Uzi94EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+'Cause my diamonds shine like a lighthouse?41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Watch out, boys, I might bag your ho27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+(Yo, it's Wan IV)39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?)
+Two39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+Abducted34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah56EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Ayy55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Talk to me18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+Yes, I did21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Bitch, we up, no rest15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Yeah, you know that Luv Is Rage33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)93EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Loaded, loaded22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I made her walk back21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Money any way, yeah36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+Hello? Yo?19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah, yeah, yeah19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Lil Uzi!52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+I got R&B hoes27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Vlone, Vlone Thug39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Run it, run it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Know I stay on alert19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+The B-I-B-L-E25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(You are now leaving EA, the dark world)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Bro, I gotta drop this album, all this bro17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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')
+(Slatt, slatt, yeah)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Lil Uzi3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+PJ Beats11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+If I was locked up, would you write back?11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ayy, rockstar shit30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+Uh14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+$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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+I don't miss a lot5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+I'm the captain, so I'm never sayin' "Pick me" (No way)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Black and yellow like a bumblebee5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Dead men on me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+Beatin' you up like I'm Jax13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I know4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+(Uh, uh)26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+[Instrumental]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+DP on the beat13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Had to go and get the money no I couldn't wait15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+But I'm no pet3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+DP on the beat6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+In the Audi R8 running red lights3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+…2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+Yeah, yeah ([?])EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Cartier, Cartier, Cartier7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Lil Uzi VertEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I had...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+I bought my beam in tomorrowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Dinner on my-1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+(1600/all my blessings x3)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+…4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
+Yeah I did it on my own8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Chico world, nigga3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I shoulda never let that go1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Red lines on the blue seats2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+...7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Outro]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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"↗
+"3 Pills"↗1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Blocked by James!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Got a...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+Audi2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Lil Uzi6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[...]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Tell Me What You Want*[?] tell me what you want
+What you want?
+Like don king kongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+-
+-
+-
+-
+-
+-
+-
+-
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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 [?]
+...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Kanye West*Lyrics to this song have not yet been released. Please check back  once this song is released3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Lames*Lyrics from Snippet
+
+That's because the lames [?]
+Opp shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+ZombieI’m a cannibal I eat childrenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Way*She do what I say (yuh)
+I have it my way, ayy, yuh
+I have it my way
+....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Love Me[Intro]
+
+Huh, What?
+Gimme your love
+Huh, What?
+Gimme your love
+Wait
+Wait
+Wait
+I don't want hugsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+......EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Wrist WorthWait, diamonds dancin’ first tell me what your wrist worth
+Make your wrist worth, know you’ll make your wrist worthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Street ShitLyrics not available at the moment sorry!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Monday*Lyrics to b added at a future dateEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Favourite Artist*Lyrics from Snippet
+
+Umm yeah
+Yes I know, I'm your favourite artistEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+StellaAEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Let's goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+On my toes (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+---
+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?
+Niggas think i fell off what yall think im sick?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Loaded, loaded, loaded, loadedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My SlimesCro a goat fr 💯EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Young bullNew album lil uzi vertEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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