text: Im too high, high like bat
  Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat
  Mushrooms hittin, Im off a cap
  I got the vision, baby, Im back
  Cars keep comin out, I gotta get it
  Thats the reason I cant stack
  If rap dont work, I smoke too much
  So that would force me to sell crack 
  Yeah 
  Let’s go 
  Let’s go 
  Lil Uzi 
  Lil Uzi
  Lil Uzi 
  Let’s go , yeah
  They keep lookin at me, they said that my life a blessing
  I dont pray, dont 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 Im still Nike checkin
  Diamonds on me, if you want some ice lessons
  Money on me, I could buy you a present 
  Rollie on me, I could buy you a Presi 
  Balmain my jean, I buy these by the seven 
  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 
  I fucked all ten in my studio session 
  Dont want a Benz, I want a Bentley 
  I get the money, all the blue Benjis 
  Gave her away cause she only worth pennies
  Takin the molly, this shit is intensin 
  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 
  Switch it all up, got a nigga like, How?
  Your girlfriend came over my crib, late, with nothing under her gown 
  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
  FN-N-N-N-N-N
  I take 30s, 15, 10s
  I was been fuckin the twins
  Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen 
  Outer space invader zim
  FN-N-N-N-N-N
  No laser, aim at your chin
  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 thats out to get me
  Smile in my face like they my friends 
  But you know Lil Uzi aint scary
  Pulled up, every FN, no bap
  I aint never never never need no strap
  I aint 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
  Im too high, high like bat
  Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat
  Mushrooms hittin, Im off a cap
  I got the vision, baby, I’m back
  Cars keep comin out, I gotta get it
  Thats the reason I cant stack
  If rap don’t work, I smoke too much
  So that would force me to sell crack 
  You know I got plenty racks
  Thats 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 aint even got an M
  I think somebody listenin to my conversations
  Take off the SIM
  Goodbye 
  FN-N-N-N-N-N
  I take 30s, 15, 10s
  I was been fuckin the twins
  Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen 
  FN-N-N-N-N-N
  I take 30s, 15, 10s
  I was been fuckin the twins
  Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen 
  Im too high, high like bat
  Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat
  Mushrooms hittin, Im off a cap
  I got the vision, baby, I’m back
  Cars keep comin out, I gotta get it
  Thats the reason I cant stack
  If rap dont work, I smoke too much
  So that would force me to sell crack