text: Yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Bitch ass nigga got no clout 
  Talking shit, run in your house 
  I got this UZI in my couch 
  Run in my shit, I take you out 
  Now fuck nigga, tell me what you really bout 
  Fuck nigga, tell me what you really bout 
  Fuck nigga, tell me what you really bout 
  Fuck nigga, tell me what you really bout 
  You talking shit, this UZI shoot you in your mouth 
  Fuck nigga, tell me what you really bout 
  Oh, thats your bitch, she loving me cause I got clout 
  You kiss her lips where I bust right in her mouth 
  Im that nigga, Lil Uzi, Im that nigga 
  Im from the North, but they say I sound from the South 
  Well I got money, what the fuck you talking bout? 
  I pay you off, I pay a hitman, take you out 
  Bitching, they never stressin and these bitches be flexin
  And these bitches be stressin 
  Im on the beat, Im jugging that shit
  Im flexing, nigga finessin
  I got your bitch, I might fuck her but I have to use protection
  I shoot you, that be protection
  Fifteen and hundred, nigga, you cannot stop us 
  Gettin money on your dummies 
  Put my dick right in her tummy 
  Im whippin the whip in some onions 
  I feel like the shit, I feel like Lil Flipp
  I got clover, nigga, Im lucky 
  Bitch ass nigga got no clout 
  Talking shit, run in your house 
  I got this UZI in my couch 
  Run in my shit, I take you out 
  Now fuck nigga, tell me what you really bout 
  Fuck nigga, tell me what you really bout