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Lyrics from Snippet And niggas dont know Ive been wearing this Rick shit Yall just gettin to it And thats on everything Yeah, yeah, yeah Sauce real hard , sauce real hard Sauce real hard , sauce real hard Sauce real hard , oh my god Sauce real hard, sauce real hard Sauce real hard All hundreds on a nigga Countin all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah I got bitches thats 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? Theres Margiela on me, no plain clothes I stay in this shit like I cant go Mortal Kombat my chain just like Kano I dont wan talk about bankroll I say hi to my haters like Maino 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 Im Fabo Undercover, fuck the tag Louis V print on my bag I just pulled up with a pack No, I cannot do no average, yeah Know I pull up a G-Wagen B on the front, so you know thats a BRABUS I saw your girl walkin, she had a fatty You pulled up the baddest, I bag it, what happened? Everything I touch a classic Im in my mode, you cant touch me, Im passive I kept it straight ever since I fucked Ashley That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy I cant give you full details, Im not too chatty First car was a Lambo, drove it like its 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 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 Sauce real hard , sauce real hard Sauce real hard , sauce real hard Oh my god Sauce real hard , sauce real hard Sauce real hard If Uzi say that its up, then its up You know we dont give no fuck You know we keepin the cut You know we keepin it up No, Im not lockin it tight No, I cant fuck with these guys Get in my coupe and I ride, yeah Get in that bitch and Im drivin it, yeah None of my jewelry be light, yeah All of this jewelry, its ice, yeah I can tell that these niggas been bitin They gon take all my shit and hide it Said Im gon roll with that bitch like the Im gon fuck on that bitch like Im Feel so confident, bitch, Im not lyin Put that cash on your head, wipe your mind I cant go nowhere without my nine Off a pill and I feel like Im flyin Im so high, bitch, I feel like Im dying I got high and I fucked on a dyke Fucked that thot and I did me a crime Free my partners thats doin the time I bet they cant come at me lyin I cant see these niggas, Im blind Im on 350, yeah, slidin Slurpin that shit, it aint bad for me I chrome, lil bitch Couldve bought me a home, lil bitch You know Im bringin the steel I got my pints out the mail Plus I got guns like a shield Everything, yeah, Moncler Im too rich to be frail I aint ever tuck my tail Bitch, Im givin them hell Bitch, we givin them hell Never play fair I done ran through some paper Different coupe, yeah, I dont know the flavor I got shit down, save it for later Ima stunt on all these bitches Lame niggas, they always switching My hoe, she swag, she dip These hoes, they know Im different These mans cant stand where I sit Cuban chains, no diamonds, yes Dont touch my palms, they itch I took the Rolls-Royce outside, bitch Sauce real hard , sauce real hard Sauce real hard , sauce real hard Sauce real hard , oh my god Sauce real hard , sauce real hard Sauce real hard

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it Yeah, I got it Yeah, I got it Yeah, okay Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Christian Dior, yeah, thats 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 dont 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 My boys movin babies, my whip got a car seat Niggas, they bitches, I cant hear your heartbeat My car from the future, it dont 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, whats your name? Have you met my friend Artist? Have you met my friend Artist? Have you met my friend Artist? 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 Christian Dior, yeah, thats 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 dont 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, thats 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 dont 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

Lil Uzi Vert Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen Young nigga, you know I aint scared to spend it I might pull up in a foreign Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen Young nigga, you know I could spend it I might pull up in a foreign 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 dont wanna let gang fuck Bitch, thats dead Bitch, thats dead, yeah Bitch, thats dead You gotta fuck the whole gang For my niggas thats 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 Dont aim at his legs He can come back from the dead Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen Young nigga, you know I aint scared to spend it I might pull up in a foreign Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh Ima 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 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 Its wet like a fish Im the same nigga, kept it 100 though Nothing changed, nigga, I kept it real Walk around in the finest of fabrics You dont 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 Im Ramona, she is a baddie Im Ramona, she is a baddie Bitch, Im so high, UFO, I aint landin I have that bitch, she on me, she fiendin When she stand next to me she said she tannin I got the yacht, dont want the boat She want the egg but dont want the yolk I made it high but hang with the low I fuck your bitch and you aint even know Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen Young nigga, you know I aint scared to spend it I might pull up in a foreign Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh Ima 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

Listen, bro, listen In the bando, the ban-ban-bando Listen Ban-ban, uh, ban-ban, uh Im in the , uh Told that bitch I was the one , uh She geekin for free, she want this shit, uh Okay Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Money bustin out my jeans, can barely hold my pants Remember I tried to talk to you, girl Money bustin out my jeans, can barely hold my pants Yeah, check how Im drippin, uh Kapital denim, yeah Gucci my knitted All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah All my clothes tight, uh, yeah Rockstar livin, uh, yeah Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah Yeah, check how Im drippin, uh Kapital denim, yeah Gucci my knitted All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah All my clothes tight, uh, yeah Rockstar livin, uh, yeah Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah 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 Im movin so evil, uh Sometime I feel like Im Venom, uh Heard you pull up in a rental, uh Im a dog, dont need a kennel Man, these girls, they are so mental Tattoo on em what I write with a pencil Dont talk to no workers at all I jump right to the boss Have a meetin while we play golf Hold on, I got a par I got a new bitch of course She is a freak of course Rap on a beat, that me sport She brought my album for support Stack it all the way from the floor Titties, they lick to the floor Once again I was so bored I spent four hundred thousand just right on my car Once again I was so bored that I hit the button and it automatic start Once again I was so bored took my hands off the wheel and it automatic park It blue on my neck and it blue on my wrist She said I look like a shark I tell them to me its no feelin it I am the alien from out the stars Pay with cash, no card Thats why my car, it charged But my car blacker than my broad And my card blacker than my car, vroom Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand Money bustin out my jeans, can barely hold my pants Remember I tried to talk to you, girl Money bustin out my jeans, can barely hold my pants Yeah, check how Im drippin, uh Kapital denim, yeah Gucci my knitted All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah All my clothes tight, uh, yeah Rockstar livin, uh, yeah Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah Yeah, check how Im drippin, uh Kapital denim, yeah Gucci my knitted All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah All my clothes tight, uh, yeah Rockstar livin, uh, yeah Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah Shootin the MAC like its nothin I might go link with the buddies I might go sign a petition Need to get rid of them twenties These niggas scared and they bitchin Cause they know that I play with the money You know I better not convince you We get to thumpin and bustin Dont care about no justice Everything I rock is Simon Supreme on my balls I put my dick in your lover Gucci my boots No, these not no hunnas I tell the truth Too cold, need a goose You too small, need a boost Im smoking gas, uh You smoke by the loose, uh Yeah, thats how they know that Im older than you Thats how they know that Im bolder than you Diamonds on me and they colder than you I dont need you, I aint holdin you You dissin bullshit, no exposin you Ima be this way all the way til the pill come Ima pop that pill thirty min-minutes and then you, then you feel it comin If you dont understand what I said thats because my tongue is numb Man, we murder Backwoods And we drink red rum Okay, she chewed on my dick like it was Winterfresh, no fruit punch gum Damn, speed-bump, speed-bump, speed-bump, speed-bump Fuckin up my rims Smokin big Backwoods Me dont need no lungs That aint happen to us Aint happenin to us Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck

Enrgy, man, you always doin somethin, goddamn Did it again, man You did it again  Hold on Yeah Bitch tried to run off with her doonies, bring my coochie back Smacked my bitch ass hard as hell, thats the coochie slap I just fell asleep in the doonies, I take coochie naps Hold on I just beat my bitch ass, thats a coochie scrap I just hit her with my fitted on, thats my coochie hat Say she on her way, but she aint slide, bitch, you coochie cap Hold on Bitch Im the real Coochie Scout, I got a coochie cap Beat her doonies down from the back, got her booty flat I be out here lookin for the cat, where the coochie at? Hold on We out here lookin for the cat, where the coochie at? If the coochie talk back, Ima get the coochie slapped I aint never been the type of nigga make the coochie mad Im the father of that coochie, bitch, Im the coochie dad Hold on Ill shake hands with coochie, thats a coochie dap I kills coochie, bitch, Im smoking coochie pack Make sure the coochie bald, I dont like coochie naps Stuffed my bank account with ten million stacks Bank account got its own section for coochie racks Thats only one, other one got more than that Shorty got me stuck like Im smoking on some coochie crack Hold on Coochie so tight, I cant find where the coochie at When Im done with the coochie, look like she gave it to Shaq I went on a coochie spree, Im a coochie maniac Hold on Fifty-five hundred get you any coochie that you want Eat, sleep, breathe coochie, shit, I got coochie lungs Put my finger in her coochie, got coochie thumb Hold on This bitch coochie need a brain because its dumb Couple bitches out here probably say I got coochie tongue If I aint eat your coochie, then you got that Su Yung Hold on Hello Coochie Man, nice to meet you, Im the coochie man I was in Paris, so you know that the coochie French And she made her coochie pop, I call that the coochie dance Hold on I get so much coochie, might as well be a coochie dealer She keep tryna give me coochie right on the four-wheeler Coochie come from Pittsburgh, now Im a Coochie Steeler Hold on Woke up this morning and realized all my socks was Gucci Pulled out my camera then I start making coochie movies I done put this bitch in all Virgil, thats coochie Louis Hold on Bitch, you gotta let Uzi fuck you, thats my coochie friend Put my left hand in her pussy, thats my coochie hand Throwin thousands in the titty bar, boy, thats my coochie dance I dont even wanna fuck no more, this bitch coochie loose Throw a basket right in the ho, this bitch coochie shoot Put my mouth on the coochie, now I got a coochie tooth No Uzi, I got it, let me tell em what the coochie do Uh, this bitch coochie stink, this bitch coochie boof Freak hos in the studio, this the coochie booth I got all bitches in my section, this the coochie crew Play the coochie like an instrument, this the coochie flute Hold on Hit her butt ass naked in my Timbs, these my coochie boots I could tell you by the six stories, thats the coochie book I could play the saxophone, I give her coochie blues I dont even wanna fuck no more, this bitch coochie stink I dont care if the coochie stink, this bitch coochie sing I just put your bitch on the road, she got coochie played I just fucked your bitch in the Rolls, this the coochie Wraith Which bitch Ima fuck first? This a coochie race Fat ass pussy, man, this bitch, she got coochie weight I just coochie slapped the bitch ass, I think her booty fake Ima eat the coochie, I dont wanna know how the booty taste Hold on Bitch tried to run off with her doonies, bring my coochie back Smacked my bitch ass hard as hell, thats the coochie slap I just fell asleep in the doonies, I take coochie naps Hold on

Fuck her by the pool yeah She wet like the pool yeah Who the fuck are you? yeah Who the fuck are you? Fuck is you? Lil bitch I just bought the coupe Panoramic roof, er nigga wit me down to shoot Fuck is you? Spent a thousand on my shoes nother thousand on that juice Fifty-thousand for my jewels, fuck is you? Bitch I got the juice I dont chase down nuthin but mula Fuck these bitches by the group, fuck is you? Lil bitch I just bought the coupe Panoramic roof, er nigga wit me down to shoot Fuck is you? Didnt call for you to answer the question Yacht-master rollie save time by the essence Got that thing on me that shit here a blessing Fuck is you? I dont want strangers around when im flexing Bitch I got hunnids in different complexions Hoe we just fucking dont call for a resting Counting these bands got me better at math That keep these lame niggas mad That hoe that you wifin that hoe I done had You come for that bitch she got flipped on her ass You think she a saint but she really a freak All my niggas thuggin throw up a B Them Ms bitch I need a hunnid at least So I could bleed the block and tear up the streets Fuck is you? Fuck is you? Lil bitch I just bought the coupe Panoramic roof, er nigga wit me down to shoot Fuck is you? Spent a thousand on my shoes nother thousand on that juice Fifty-thousand for my jewels, fuck is you? Bitch I got the juice I dont chase down nuthin but mula Fuck these bitches by the group, fuck is you? Lil bitch I just bought the coupe Panoramic roof, er nigga wit me down to shoot Fuck is you? Fuck her by the pool yeah She wet like the pool yeah Who the fuck are you? yeah Who the fuck are you? State ya name, state ya name What ya claim, what ya claim? These lil goofys be some funny niggas Talkin Major Payne, Damon Wayans I swerve the foreign lane to lane, yuh Pull that chopper let it sing, yuh You know money aint a thang, yuh Chain swinging day to day, yuh Today I woke up on that mud, thousand dollars for a cup Ya bitch know I aint in a rush, go slow when she sucking me off Hunnid K on me in dubbs, rich nigga dont give a fuck I spend it then get it right back I know you broke niggas aint living like that Fuck is you? Lil bitch I just bought the coupe Panoramic roof, er nigga wit me down to shoot Fuck is you? Spent a thousand on my shoes nother thousand on that juice Fifty-thousand for my jewels, fuck is you? Bitch I got the juice I dont chase down nuthin but mula Fuck these bitches by the group, fuck is you? Lil bitch I just bought the coupe Panoramic roof, er nigga wit me down to shoot Fuck is you? Fuck her by the pool yeah She wet like the pool yeah Who the fuck are you? yeah Who the fuck are you? Mix that lean, mix that yellow with that purp Smoke my gas and rap my verse I swear she get on my nerve Got money now you cant curve Mix that lean, mix that yellow with that purp Smoke my gas and rap my verse I swear she get on my nerve Got money now you cant curve Mix that lean, mix that yellow with that purp

I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours Im 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 Dont want your bitch, want your mother, ayy In the trap, nigga, Im whippin, ayy Nigga, Im whippin that supper, ayy If the cops come, Im gon flush it, ayy If the cops come, Im gon flush it, ayy I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours Ayy, sippin that lean, Im 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, Im stuntin Im gettin money You dont get nothin Im countin the comma Lil Uzi gettin the dollars I be designer I aint worried bout your homie I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I aint worried about yours

Feeling me Little bitch swear Im not feeling you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Feeling me Little bitch swear Im not feeling you Sipping water, water, water With no minerals Raf Simons, Margiela Swagger be killing you Xannie, xannie, xannie, xannie Swear this what a pilli do Everything be foreign this what a milli do She look me in my eyes, say aint nobody real as you Said bitch shut the fuck up Suck this dick, silly you She turn around, bitch and start drilling you 404 what a milli do Dat what a milli do 404 what a milli do Dat what a milli do Overseas, Raf Simon shoes Thats what a milli do Pulling up in that new rari You know that no ceiling coupe Got so much sauce I be dripping too Feel like Sauce Walka I hit the ooh Pah, pah, pah, pah, I aint 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 Im hitting you FN-57, gripping too Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 404 what a milli do Dat what a milli do Overseas Raf Simon shoes Thats 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bye-bye, lil bitch Lil Uzi Vert, bitch Slimes in this bitch Said theres slimes in this bitch Said theres slimes in this bitch Slimes in this bitch Said theres slimes in this bitch Said theres slimes in this bitch Forty degrees, grab the Moncler I can fuck your bitch cause you not there Yes, I had the sauce since the highchair I chased all my dreams, called it nightmare , uh Cartier bracelet worth sixty thousand Different colors in my chain like a talking I was on six different drugs, please dont tell nobody Hermes belt same color as that circle molly 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, Ima prove it Silencer on my K, but not talkin Ksubi Basically, I got them choppas just like Call of Duty Basically, Im 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 cant fuck with no 12 we movin Its 11, well by 12, we movin I dont 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, thats what the noodles do We got the choppas so thats what the shooters do We got the beams and the ones thats gon shoot at you .40 got kick, better tell me to move at you Thats the same .40 that go through your cuticles Thats 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 Uzi, you condom, she wont 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 cant be after you Rollie baguette stones AP that touch toes But they cost more than your whip, and your home 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, its all orange Its all orange like a tangerine Its just one thing just like hermes ring I was in Bergdorfs spent a hundred beans I just bought some Gucci and some Louboutins Bitch, Im livin wild and my lifestyle mean I just fucked two bitches in my living room Living room so big can live in my living room Living room so big, aint make it to my bedroom So much swag in my closet like a fitting room Chanel on my sheets, this a king room This that I can drip and dont say a word They play me overseas like I am Toss a brick at D, I could move them birds Got it on the thirty-first, moved it by the first Said I dont give a fuck, this a Chanel purse It cost more than hers, it costs 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 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 I got the gas, its all in my lungs We put them hollow-tips right in the drum Hope you dont think Im dumb Hope you dont think Im soft Hope you dont think you can play with my heart If you do, got some shit thatll tear you apart I bought my beam in tomorrow

Yeah Moving this work, nigga, Im gonna shake it Moving this work, moving this work Moving this work Yeah Moving this work, nigga, Im gonna shake it The kitchen I bake in My plug, he Jamaican My diamonds, they racist I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I swear Im impatient I got to the weight I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got to the weight I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got to the weight Im countin this guap Im countin this cake I just flew in from L.A. then I jumped right in the Wraith Lil Uzi been gettin this money I swear that Im breakin the bank Lil Uzi been gettin this money Thats why I always be crackin the safe Im countin these hundreds These hundreds, these hundreds Im breakin the bank Im countin these hundreds, these hundreds Lil Uzi be crackin the safe , yeah Im on my way Sippin that purple and pink Pints and the pints of the lean Pints and the pints of the lean My M16 got a beam If I let that trigger squeeze Itll put you in a dream You know a forever dream I got the forever cream I get the forever guap Pockets got forever knots Cruisin on forever yachts Moving this work, nigga, Im gonna shake it The kitchen I bake in My plug, he Jamaican My diamonds, they racist I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I swear Im impatient I got to the weight I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got to the weight I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got to the weight Smokin strongest ganja, bitch, I wasnt waiting Got these flawless diamonds, bitch, I wasnt waiting I rock all this designer, bitch, I wasnt waiting Fuck your bitch and your momma, nigga, wasnt waiting , uh Pull off like a nigga racin Cut that bitch off like Im Jason You is behind me so you forever chasin And my pocket, thats the cake Yeah, I be smokin that KK Got them shock bullets in AKs Swear I go nuts like a payday Countin these hundreds These hundreds, these hundreds These hundreds, Im countin the numbers Look at these diamonds Look, look at these diamonds Takin these rap niggas bitches to private islands Flying first class, building my sky mileage Moving this work, nigga, Im gonna shake it The kitchen I bake in My plug, he Jamaican My diamonds, they racist I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I swear Im impatient I got to the weight I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got to the weight I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got tired of waiting I got to the weight

Yeah 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 Yes, Im from Fidel, uh, not no Castro, uh She said she want anal, uh, bitch, Im 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 Ill 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, cant pass me No, no, please dont 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 I make a hundred million so you know I aint never rusty I make fifty million so you know I aint never rusty I make twenty million so you know I aint never rusty I make ten million so you know I aint never rusty Bitch, I made five million, now Im tryna run that check up Bitch, I made five million Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, I could go to sleep, but you know Im 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 Theres many niggas in my circle, fit Cheerio Thats nothin, these niggas is a joke 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 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 Bitch, I made five million Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up Yeah, Im tryna run that check up

Yeah, lets go Yeah, alright Lets go, lets go Alright , lets go Alright Stackin the money all the way from the floor, I swear that this shit is amazing I dont understand how I keep gettin richer cause this money, I am not savin, no Dont understand why your girl keep on callin me, no Im not the one that savin, no V-12 thats all on my whip, thats the reason why a nigga be racin Uh, V-12 thats all on my whip, thats 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 New York vibe with me, she Haitian, yeah Swaggin so hard, its a flagrant, yeah Swaggin so hard, its a flagrant, uh You fell in love with a basic Diamonds all white, Ima 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 I dont even know my neighbours They got G-Wagons and shit, yeah I think my neighbours, they Asian Man, I wish I just had money Sometimes I wish that I wasnt even famous I dont even think it sometimes, I just live in the moment, my new whip is brainless Life is the worst pain, so all the pain that yall bring me is painless I just pulled up with a lil nice bitch and try say she a dime, that aint even my main chick 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 Im not worried bout them , 40 thats on my waist, yeah I blend in, camo, I mix my bev, yeah I know thats his girl but thats my bae You know Im addicted to money, if I cannot get it, I swear Ima take it And bitches be all on my dick, but they only on me cause they know that Im famous If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you wouldve thought I was racist If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you wouldve thought I was racist If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you wouldve thought I was racist If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you wouldve thought I was racist If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you wouldve thought I was racist If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you wouldve thought I was racist

Lyrics from Snippet Please dont gas him, gas him, gas him, gas him Baby girl, he broke and thats a fact so please dont gas him Heard you was in Aspen Drinking cocoa, skiing, tubing, sledding All cold in a cabin If I wouldve took you, wouldve had you in a mansion The one with the fountain, the one with the Phantom Thats just an example I rock my Vlone hoodie cause it is V for Vestion No, you cannot pass me Hold on, ho, cant pass me Tryna take over my style, make it tacky Dior on my-

Tell her got bankroll I tell her got bankroll I tell her got bankroll I tell her got bankroll Got so much money, Im a flexer Need me some money, so Ima finesse ya One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up Got so much money, Im a flexer Need me some money, so Ima finesse ya One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up Im getting money, not a stressor If ya bitch on me, Ima F her Put her on my squad, they gone stretch her Nigga aint stupid, If he try test us Cuz we got them uzis, or them techs uh We got extendos, bruh you get wet up We got them things now thatll stretch ya We dont do body, aim at yo neck up Count money photos, thats a no no Cause if you owe bro you catch this 4-4 Count money photos, thats a no no Cause if you owe bro you catch this 4-4 Got so much money, Im a flexer Need me some money, so Ima finesse ya One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up Got so much money, Im a flexer Need me some money, so Ima finesse ya One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up Paper dont fold now, got bankroll now Rock yellow gold now, that shit old now Platinum my Rollie, need like four now Making me millions, thats my goal now Say you aint know me, why you jaw me Running through hit hoes, that dont owe me Say you aint know me, why you jaw me Running through hit hoes, that dont owe me Got so much money, Im a flexer Need me some money, so Ima finesse ya One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up Got so much money, Im a flexer Need me some money, so Ima finesse ya One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up

Stay back, yeah you Ah, ah, ah, ah, starting the fights You get it, yeah Yeah I know that girl makes me feel so alive I dont 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 wont lie To me, um yeah, boy, yeah, you aint me Boy, you aint fleek, like boy, you a flea Knowing that you call, yeah No credit card, yeah, bankroll on me Go, bankroll on me, yeah Go, bankroll on me, yeah Bankroll on me, yeah I know that girl makes me feel so alive I dont 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 wont lie

Tell a nigga something, ho, Tell a nigga something ho! 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 Im 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 aint xanny them Im on the purp Sippin the syrup now Im 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 Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe If I ain’t eating why I’m living so comfortable And if I aint 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 aint eating why Im living so comfortable And if I aint skeetin I never claimed I fucked a hoe All these bitches at my concert I’m bout to fuck the show 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 aint leaving Lot of these rappers yeah they got some secrets I aint 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 aint 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 aint sucking a dick After Im done Vert be ducking her quick Working the back with the fifth Ain’t got the cash, I aint fronting you shit Drinking on lean I aint puffing a spliff Watch getting loose cause Im 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 Im 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 Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe If I aint eatin why Im living so comfortable And if I aint skeetin I never claimed I fucked a hoe All these bitches at my concert Im bout to fuck the show Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe If I aint eatin why I’m living so comfortable And if I aint skeetin I never claimed I fucked a hoe All these bitches at my concert I’m bout to fuck the show

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Damn, Lil Uzi turned to the man Pull up, no Range, this a Lamb Pull up on me, you get faint She drop to her knees, use no hands Run through the money, toe jam Saw what you got in your savings Got more than that in my stash Thumb through the money and laugh Grab your lil bitch and slow dance Thousand dollar for my pants Twenty thousand my left pocket Ten thousand in my right pocket Dolly come through with the MAC, aye Uzi come through, digi dash, aye Chichi come through with the strap, aye Dora come through, aye Dolly come through with the swag Chichi come through with the bag Uzi come through with the TEC Pablo gon finish the rest We stackin these checks, and we movin like chess Me and Lil Dolly, we doggin your bae Throw them in a cuff, and keep her from me I took your man, and he got my name Send him VVS, yeah, double choke chain Plain Mary Jane House in the Hills, LA livin Money in the ceiling, walking on a million Ridin in a Bentley, foreign ass chain Now I pop my drip, Ima top my drip You gon watch my drip, you gon cop my drip You gon sauce my drip, you gon claim my drip You gon eat my drip, you gon ride on off with it 24 karat, red gold We dont fuck with you niggas, you really some hoes Chain on my neck, it make my heart cold Im a slime ass nigga, Ill wipe a nigga nose Kickin shit like I got steel toes I tripped and it still sold Dont 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 They kidnap for ransom, they cut throat All of my niggas they cut throat They rather put you on a boat load All of my niggas some convicts Walk around with the hammers and sticks I send my young niggas, full blitz Lil Chichi gon pull up and handle this shit Pablo gon send em from Eastwyck My slime niggas got me seasick Diamond boogas, yeah you bitches cant see it Red bottoms how Im kickin this shit Rollie bezzle, take a look at my wrist YSL, nigga you know that we rich Chichi gon come with the case like a brick Dolly came through with the MAC 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, dont 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

Lyrics from Snippets Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah I know that youre all alone Thats why you tryna call my phone I know that your feelins gone Im a dog, you gon feel this bone Got my racks up Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum Rackies my good looks, like fuck, Im handsome My moneys so long, its for my grandson I dont even have no fuckin grandson Got my racks up Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum Rackies my good looks, like fuck, Im handsome My moneys so long, its for my grandson I dont еven have no fuckin grandson I dont evеn know how I made it I was nervous when I had patience I aint gon lie, Im the greatest I dont even know how I made it Fuckin hoes like, Bye-bye, baby Fuck with me, youll get a Mercedes Fuck with me, youll get a Mercedes I let my girls off the hook I know Im not nothin good I know Im misunderstood I know that youre all alone I know that youre all alone Thats why you tryna call my phone I know that your feelins gone Im a dog, you gon feel this bone Got my racks up Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum Rackies my good looks, like fuck, Im handsome My moneys so long, its for my grandson I dont even have no fuckin grandson Got my racks up Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum Rackies my good looks, like fuck, Im handsome My moneys so long, its for my grandson I dont even have no fuckin grandson...

Lyrics from Snippets Hey, hey, yeah, you, huh You over there, yeah You with that rear, uh Girl, come here, uh Made me stop and stare, uh No, its not fair, uh Ass so fat, uh She cant sit in the chair, uh Yeah, I done walked up in that bitch with the guap No, its not one time I talked to the the opps Been fucked your bitch, that girl my favorite thot 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 Im in the streets, Im out and about Cant 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, shes like five feet I seen these niggas tryna copy These niggas cant 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 Hey, hey, huh, you, huh You over there, yeah You with that rear, uh Girl, come here, uh Made me stop and stare, uh No, its not fair, uh Ass so fat, uh She cant sit in the chair, uh Hey, hey, huh, you, huh You over there, yeah You with that rear, uh Girl, come here, uh Made me stop and stare, uh No, its not fair, uh Ass so fat, uh She cant sit in the chair, uh Oops, excuse my French, uh Id rather save these emeralds I understand Kylie Jenner tooken, so I might go for Kendall These niggas lame as shit Im like a iPad, that boy like a Kindle I was so high, man, I drove to McDonalds Only thing I could get, was a McGriddle Okay, Im back, walk with the thigh pack Two hoes, Im Malcolm in the Middle, yeah I was smokin on some Do-Si-Dos And I had to roll up some Zkittlez …

Starboy Stars all on my wraith Millionaire bitches Stars all in my face I cant blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession She try say Im funny cause she the one got rejected He try say Im fruity cause he starin at my necklace And everybody that kept it real always get elected Always wanna talk, always leave a message I dont wanna talk, I dont read no message Haters gon lie But that shit dont apply Made a stilt to eleven Thats thirteen plus one Fourteen plus two 16 to the reverend I aint ever talk to them Till my family gave all my blessings Mandatory to the guap Bitch Im married to the cheese Got big hunnids in my knots Got blue faces in my jeans She love when I hit that spot But girl now you gotta leave Cause I know that you a thot Yeah, I know know Yeah, I get so alone I get so high I be so zoned Yeah, couldnt believe that I made it here Yeah, this my year Well then again, every year my year Dark skin girl with me with long hair She whip that shit around like she dont care She mixed with Hong Kong Ima live in the moment until the suns gone Jump in the crowd with all my items, now my phones gone We got acres on our crib, now the loans gone We cant even see our neighbors, man they far gone Im far out alien rockstar Im a t-rex that wish for long arms I got an invitation thats for all whores I got one key, open all doors Man I been had that swag, dont want that no more Dont shop at them stores, man, its all yours Them girls see me once now they all aboard My mom used to want carpet but we got heated hard floors Starboy Stars all on my wraith Millionaire bitches Stars all in my face I cant blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession She try say Im funny cause she the one got rejected He try say Im fruity cause he starin at my necklace And everybody that kept it real always get elected Always wanna talk, always leave a message I dont wanna talk, I dont read no message Haters gon lie but that shit dont apply Made a stilt to eleven Thats thirteen plus one Fourteen plus two Sixteen to the reverend I aint ever talk to them Till my family gave all my blessings Starboy Stars all on my wraith Millionaire bitches Stars all in my face I cant blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession She try say Im funny cause she the one got rejected He try say Im fruity cause he starin at my necklace And everybody that kept it real always get elected Always wanna talk, always leave a message I dont wanna talk, I dont read no message Haters gon lie but that shit dont apply Made a stilt to eleven Thats thirteen plus one Fourteen plus two Sixteen to the reverend I aint ever talk to them Till my family gave all my blessings

Lyrics from Snippet Lil Uzi Vert, haha This slaps so hard, man This shit so It go hard, man Watch Made that bitch suck it up right in the chair I dont know that bitch but I told her, Come here I got the guap, my name is Symere Its nice to meet you, now, who is that there? That is your friend? Oh, do you share? Wont tell nobody, baby, I swear That is two baddies, the grand finale I got a check, look like Italian Stay with the bands just like Italian Um, my clan dont matter the climate Um, one day, yeah, Ima go diamond Yeah, thats the reason I keep climbin Had to go run back thе swag like a housewife Wеnt to the dinner, step-boy like Im Rodman Pull up, a SRT 8 like OReilly First car a Lambo like, Fuck Maserati I got a ridiculous whip I got a ridiculous wrist I got a ridiculous bitch My opps, they sick because Im rich No, its no way, ballin like this I shoot my shot, shit go swish Dont care bout no thot, aint missin no bitch These niggas funny, Ridiculousness I got a ridiculous whip I got a ridiculous wrist I got a ridiculous bitch My opps, they sick because Im rich No, its no way, ballin like this I shoot my shot, shit go swish Dont care bout no thot, aint missin no bitch These niggas funny, Ridiculousness Trap on the block, Im missin the zip Ride through my block, your whipll get flipped If he owe me money then Im chippin his bitch These niggas pussy, they missin a slit Whats the location? Got sticks in this bitch I paid a lot so no missin the hit I took his thot, got him missin his bitch Countin the guap while Im dickin your chick Trap out the UBER, do hit out the Lyft Dont shop at Saks, I cant do that on Fifth These niggas dont 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 I got a ridiculous whip I got a ridiculous wrist I got a ridiculous bitch My opps, they sick because Im rich No, its no way, ballin like this I shoot my shot, shit go swish Dont care bout no thot, aint missin no bitch These niggas funny, Ridiculousness I got a ridiculous whip I got a ridiculous wrist I got a ridiculous bitch My opps, they sick because Im rich No, its no way, ballin like this I shoot my shot, shit go swish Dont care bout no thot, aint missin no bitch These niggas funny, Ridiculousness

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 Im 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 Im finna put a slug up in a pretender cause these hatersll be the one thatll be the main jocker And Im colder than winter but Ima winter shop at Lenox ATL balling with my whole damn blocka Dont 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 aint 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 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 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 didnt 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 youre track, say youre 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 wasnt in to 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 own

(Yeah, okay Yeah, yeah) And this Lil Uzi Vert and, um The wave Yeah Yeah, yeah I knew you were the one I aint finished, never done Neck be shining like the Sun Smokin, feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy Hit it once, never sprung We aint ever known to run Not even for a check I be smokin out my lungs I cant even hold my breath Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest Make her suck me til Im numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress Foreign girl with me, thats 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 Woah, yeah, Toyo my tires, thats all on my feet 28 inches, thats all on my Jeep I just started my life, but Im in it too deep Dont 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, thats a jet, Leer Tesla truck, automatic steer Shave it all off, dont need no Nair Leave that girl wetter than a tear I knew you were the one I aint finished, never done Neck be shining like the Sun Smokin, feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy Hit it once, never sprung We aint ever known to run Not even for a check I be smokin out my lungs I cant even hold my breath Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest Make her suck me til Im numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress I just hope her mouth stop the stress Hope her mouth stop me thinking Cartier on my eyes, VVS, I aint blinkin 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? Better hurry up and make your mind up No location on me, so you cant find us All my bust downs got the wrong time cause you dont know when times up 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 cant beat, uh Staying up, dont get no zs , yeah No ranch, I stay with the strips, yeah Pockets, they full of blue cheese , ayy Swag, I swear thats my disease, yeah That girl that you want, thats the one that I need I knew you were the one I aint finished, never done Neck be shining like the Sun Smokin, feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy Hit it once, never sprung We aint ever known to run Not even for a check I be smokin out my lungs I cant even hold my breath Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest Make her suck me til Im numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress Lets go, I just hope her mouth stop the stress Yeah, I just hope her mouth stop the stress Yeah, Me and Wheezy, thats a wave Tell the girl I want sex Lets go, I just hope her mouth stop the stress Yeah, I just hope her mouth stop the stress Yeah, Me and Wheezy, thats a wave Tell the girl I want sex

Lyrics from Snippet Party with the demons Yes, her body left, but her soul stayed Psycho anywhere, she has road rage  She is so self-conscious cause her old age How you doin out there? I said How you doin out there?...

She said she dont need me or nobody She keep lying talking bout she aint got bodies  She keep lying to me saying she aint got bodies She keep lying to me saying she aint got bodies Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that? Turn up, baby, with no Molly Minerals, they running through my body She said Uzi, could you put it 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 I fuck your bitch and I put my dick all in her 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 its Comme des Garçons Yeah, cause its cold Your new bitch, yeah, she old New money, dont fold Encyclopedia with the guap Fuck the media aside 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 aint cop this from Neimans In the pussy and Im dreaming He trying to say Im the demon 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, thats 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 Fuck her on vacation In her jaw like a spacer Overseas, looking for my new ho Man, I feel like its taken Come on, baby, let me make it No eye doctor, they cant check it I like when youre naked Your old man was so broke So that means you was tasteless Masked up like Im Jason Frostbite in the Rollie Big diamonds in the jacket Fuck your bitch, she cant take it Maybach on my Wraith She tried to act like she taken Fuck a bitch with my greatness Gettin strong from the pot Treat the brick like a weightlift Turn off at night Cause you know I got the day shift Whatd you say?

Uh Popp came up, he the motherfuckin man How the fuck he go like straight to the top? He was just locked up in the motherfuckin can And the party go down if I step in Ima ball like Im Scottie Pippen They be like, Popp, you so motherfuckin hot If you stand too close then you might catch a tan Now I can see why its more than a band Bro brought a drum and he sayin, Lets rock Uh, I dont fuck with no cop No red light, man, I wont stop Uh, aint cuffin no thot Just want the top, man, I dont want the box Uh, I dont fuck with no opps Gang tryna kill so we spinnin they blocks The shit go left when shit hit the fan Niggas always talkin all that shit on thе Gram We gon pull up to your block in a van Shit all fun and jokes til your man get blammеd Shed light on your block, man, this a new land He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran This how you tell that Im straight from the gutter I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants .223, man, this shit going up Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top Even if I dont even got me a gun If I swing first then the gang gon ride From the North to the South, thats mob ties Same old gang-gang, squad-squad Everybody shoot shit, look out Now you a pack, you Zaza Run right down and we takin your shit Like a STD, man, you just got burnt Try to fall back, Im a rockstar now Ima jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert Yeah Doors go up cause I stay in the Lamb Peanut butter seats, bitch, I got it out the jam All-white diamonds, I dont even know the clan Bitch gave me the top, yeah, she made my tool stand Made a million dollars of the muhfuckin all pots and pans I just made a bitch turn to my thot Mm, I only gave five bands Real nigga shit and its all in the plan I was just talkin to Popp Hunnid diamonds on me and they wet like the dam Rocks on my socks, these Guccis, no Stans Bugatti cost me a whole million Actually, one point five Shit, cousin, bro was just in the can Now our diamonds all spick and span If you want beef then youll get dropped Boy, better listen to your mans Try to act tough, you a fan Young mans tryna shake my hands When Im in the mall even got my Glock Please dont get blammed I just count me a new ten I feel like Im Cam Alright, Im goin ham, yeah No I dont eat pork, yeah Alright, pull up a Porsche, yeah I put it right up in sport, yeah Drive like a course , yeah Freshest of course , yeah Fuck a lil whore , yeah Im way on board , yeah Lets go Popp came up, he the motherfuckin man How the fuck he go like straight to the top? He was just locked up in the motherfuckin can And the party go down if I step in Ima ball like Im Scottie Pippen They be like, Popp, you so motherfuckin hot If you stand too close then you might catch a tan Now I can see why its more than a band Bro brought a drum and he sayin, Lets rock Uh, I dont fuck with no cop No red light, man, I wont stop Uh, aint cuffin no thot Just want the top, man, I dont want the box Uh, I dont fuck with no opps Gang tryna kill so we spinnin they blocks Hop in the Lambo, take off .40 gon take your face off Hop in the rocket, blast off Niggas wanna play with us, play ball I dont see haters, Ray Charles Im on the block with a pack in my drawers Spend me a check when I go to the mall Pushin the gas when I run from the law Pushin the gas when I run from the law You know that I got that Glock in my drawers One false move, they knockin you off, yeah, ayy I can really tell these boys are soft I can really do shit on my own

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 I was one duckin from the haters I was one duckin from the clones First one rockin Skolott First one rockin Vlone Mix that, thats Skolone My new watch two-tone No, I dont 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 dont 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 cant read your palm But I might eat at the Palm All my clothes from Milan But I got this in America and I dont wait in line Im live and green like slime I turned to Frankenstein, yeah 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 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 own

These bitches cant 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 its my summer Im 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 Dont 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 dont got no money then I dont even want you My bands got up overnight, Im fuckin bitches, get money, Im that muthafucka 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 dont got a limit Said hunnids, no limit, no limit, got Master P money, bitch dont 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. Everest

Lyrics from Snippets Turbo T-T-T-T-T-Turbo on the track Lost in the drought I need some drank Where the sizzler? I picked it up Got a lot of shots Like Cdai Got a lot of cake Like my b-day Gain a lot of weight Gain a lot of hate Boy, dont get your face Discombobulated Say she wanna face me Im comin out, baby That mulignane, baby Take ya to Benihana, baby I got my semi-auto, baby In case its problems, baby Thats from the heart, baby Dont touch start, baby You wanna get in trouble? My house got a bar, baby There you are, baby Just dont violate These boys mulignanes, mulignanes Mulignanes, mulignanes These boys mulignanes, mulignanes Mulignanes, mulignanes Let me at em Let me at em Let me at em You know we at em Let me at em Let me at em Why these bitches act like they know me? Why you niggas roll round with police? Why we hitting niggas cities just four deep? Baby girl, the whole world know about me I know a lot of these niggas dont like me I know a lot of these niggas say they gon fight me Put the money in the machine and it go beep Shawty said she wanted company She know Im the waviest in the sea Baby girl, just be what you wanna be She know that Im somethin like a She know Im that nigga with the drip She got a long time to ...

Sliggity-slimes, they slatt Gucci knapsack on my back Sliggity-slimes, they slatt Gucci knapsack on my back Slicey, yeah, so icy, slime Sliggity-slime Slime, slime Ima pull up in a Range Rover I be with slime, they some king cobras Sippin that lean make you lean over I been at the bank, got a mean order Put on the Dior for the clean odor V12 got a mean motor Bend her over, put that D on her Sippin the Act with the cream soda Say its you and your friend gotta bring her over I got wiser since I got older Diamonds water, yeah, they got froze Make a nigga go brazy, Magnolia If its water then I gotta deep stroke her Sippin lean made a nigga lean over Whole thing made the nigga lean over We some slimes, we some real king cobras YSL, diamond choker Hublot icy like the ocean Saint Laurent thats on my coat I got wiser, I got older I keep it on me, yes, I tote it So you know I aint stoppin at the red light Me and Deuce make a move round the midnight Now Im hoping on them jets, fuck a red dot Got ya bitch tryna buy like a pay type Tryna call a nigga slatt, better say it right Got some rounds with the opps, we gon air it out And I got them free slimes that dont play around In the pent with your bitch with her legs up All this X, all this molly, Ima lay it up Got some Ms on the way, I aint sayin nothin You can clean it up why you aint sayin nothin Ayy, I send the text, he gon spray it up You know slatt, he aint gon play around Got that choppa with that hundred rounds Send them shots and put a hundred down Supreme mask, put two hundred on it This high fashion, spent some money on it Wrist two thousand, theres some hundreds on me Im gonna let that girl hold this She put the work in the mornin She used to feel on my boner Nowadays give me cold shoulder That shit hurt feelings, might go nuts Yeah, that girl, she got me caught up She sucking me, fuck like a pornstar Im passin that girl right to Jordan Switch it, they whorin Fuck that girl right til the morning Ecstasy, race, Im Jeff Gordon I fuck that bih til its boring I bought the Wraith right off tourin She said she love me, no moron I count the blue just like Corbin .223 on me, no carbine Count it up, its all there Chopper on me all snares Big ol crib with three-hundred chairs Fifteen hundred stairs Super slimy like a cobra All we know, stick to the code, yeah Ice all on my neck Im snowed in Im the one, and yeah, they know it Sliggity-slimes, they slatt Gucci knapsack on my back Sliggity-slimes, they slatt Gucci knapsack on my back

FKI Skirr! 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, Im countin money, Countin money, I dont get enough Countin money all day and night, Countin money, I dont get enough Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I dont get enough Countin money, countin money, Lil Uzi dont get enough I aint really interested in her, if she aint tryna let me fuck Swerving in a new Bentley, ridin round with a million bucks I know haters I got plenty, but I dont 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 Im in the mud Okay I swear that Im 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 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, Im countin money, Countin money, I dont get enough Countin money all day and night, Countin money, I dont get enough Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I dont get enough Countin money, countin money, Lil Uzi dont get enough Gas, gas lean lean lean xannie Gas lean lean lean gas, lean lean xan Gas lean lean lean gas lean lean lean xan I am important You know the regular flexin finessin, I swear that Im ballin Most of these niggas cant do what I do so they stallin You still tryna argue with me hold on, hello? Your baby mama be callin 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, Im countin money, Countin money, I dont get enough Countin money all day and night, Countin money, I dont get enough Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I dont get enough Countin money, countin money, Lil Uzi dont get enough

Lyrics from Snippet Yeah Woah Its Lil Uzi Vert Say you tough now, you gotta show me My aim at his tire, put hole in em like slowly Plus these niggas tired and they so weak  That nigga keep lying, keep on actin like he know me I aint gon lie, these niggas, I swear they so phony That nigga, he at my show, he somewhere in the nosebleeds Nowadays its hard to tell who really is my homies Hold on, back up boy, you not a girl, so please dont joke me Way bеfore they called mе, turned into the old me Now she on me, on me, on me, on me cause Im rich Now she on me, on me, on me, on me cause Im rich I cant lie, no, I cannot resist I cant lie, no, I cannot resist If you fuck with me then I cant get your ass a kid Diamonds on your neck, your ears, your ankles and your wrist Im so fly, twenty thousand on the fit I turn slime every time Im rockin Rick Okay, holy moly, Kodak Rollie, five, that Mille six Any time I want, you know that I can make a hit Im from the trap and it is what it is I dont do well with no compliments Wait a minute, wait a minute, whats the move? Keep on goin, yall know I can never lose Not a second I aint thinkin about you This my world so you know I got the juice 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? You say, You love me, but I do not think thats true I can tell that you mad, though And before you start yellin, Ima blast off Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Its Lil Uzi Vert Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Say you tough now, you gotta show me My aim at his tire, put hole in em like slowly Plus these niggas tired and they so weak That nigga keep lying, keep on actin like he know me I aint gon lie, these niggas, I swear they so phony That nigga, he at my show, he somewhere in the nosebleeds Nowadays its hard to tell who really is my homies

Lyrics from Snippet 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 Im Goku, what you mean? Sav, what the fuck is you talkin bout? I just talked to Adam, he got bitches in the pool Yeah, he got bitches in the pool I just talked to Adam, he got bitches in the pool Yeah Backpack on me, I got big racks Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that Any watch thats on my wrist, I give my bitch that Technically, this girl not mine, Ive 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, thats where my clip at I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched One of my bitches go with my friend and Ima risk that I stopped taking every drug, but Percocet, cant kick that 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 I feel like Im Fletcher while you do that Dirty Dan, I pull up with two straps Yes, Im number one like Im with Man, shoutout to my boy, Brad Im so high, where I put my coupe at? I done dropped a four in this Fanta Niggas tryna figure me out just like Im Anna Bitch, I am a Rickstar, Rick on my bandana Backpack on me, I got big racks Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that Any watch thats on my wrist, I give my bitch that Technically, this girl not mine, Ive 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, thats where my clip at I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched Yeah No, you cannot party here I just talked to Nick, he got a brand new Cartier I just talked to Jordan, yeah, he tryna ball this year Man, shoutout to Jaden, just like his avi, we got the same friends Man, shoutout to Josh, he brang the drink right in this bitch with a fan Yeah, Im the same nigga that cant hold it steady 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 Im 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 Backpack on me, I got big racks Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that Any watch thats on my wrist, I give my bitch that Technically, this girl not mine, Ive 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, thats where my clip at I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched Shoutout Abe, yeah Shoutout Yousef, yeah Shoutout Bibby, yeah Shoutout Bryce, yeah Shoutout J.R., yeah Whats good, Mike? Yeah Big Pack Runner Sav, yeah Shoutout Bobby, yeah

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 dont know where residuals is Okay, I make songs, thats gonna make my pockets big Okay, I make songs that get recited by your kids They dont 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 Im all done, better play this at my tomb Thats no time soon, I got too many moons I got too many Rollies, cеrtificates my evidencе Now Im too turnt up, when the molly settle in Laughin to the bank, count blue money, heckling Yes, they know my name, you dont know whos better then me Lose my mind, you never know I just might 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 go 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 dont 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 Youd 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 dont throw on them racks Okay, I walk with the sack, this my big boy swag They said You spendin all of that? Dont worry Ima get it back See you lookin for a job, let me fill out my app I got spots around my crib, no you cant find my stash I got lights all in my driveway just to find my path Yes, Im certified and nominated, front my plaques I got diamonds on my neck, and Ronan baguettes Every time I drop a girl, I look like Whos next? She so fine, Ivory I went blind, I cant see Baby girl, please dont leave Cause I went blind, I cant see Now I went bad, when I ran out of cash Went to get a bag, and Im speakin all facts I said now I went bad, when I ran out of cash Went to get a bag, and Im speakin all facts, uh New Rari, race that Pink slip, if I win take that Dont 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, whats your swag? Told the girl this is not a taste test Yeah, this is not a taste test Dont wanna lend a note, I hate that Get money, nigga, hate less Whats 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 cant 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, Im the ice cream man You keep talkin bout OffWhite, you need to check your tan Pull up with a new OffWhite, yeah, Im the ice cream man You keep talkin bout OffWhite, you need to check your tan Lose my mind, you never know I just might 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 go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steve Aoki Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Damn Uzi came out of nowhere, I swear that nigga fire Money got longer, I swear that my jewelry is cold Off of these drugs, I put it off, just gettin higher Yeah, Im, huh? What? Where the fuck you come from, nigga? Ayy My new crib look like a buildin, ayy Ima count up to a million, ayy Nowadays load up my chopper, ayy Got more Don Cs than a swiper, ayy Nowadays every bitch like me, ayy Thats cause Im gettin top dollar, ayy Member I ate that Top Ramen, yeah So much money, but that bitch, yeah So much money, but that bitch, yeah, yeah So much money, but that bitch So much money, but that bitch So much money, but that bitch So much money, but that bitch, yeah So much money, but that bitch Damn Uzi came out of nowhere, I swear that nigga fire Money got longer, I swear that my jewelry is cold Off of these drugs, I put it off, just gettin higher Yeah, Im, huh? What? So much money, put that bitch right through college I know the type of shit that you like Give her sangria right with the ice I miss the -- right in the yea! I miss the -- right in the yea! Fucked the bitch, fuck her in the chair Stick it in, losin sentences Her mind tell her no but her body say yeah So much money, but that bitch, yeah So much money, but that bitch, yeah, yeah So much money, but that bitch So much money, but that bitch So much money, but that bitch So much money, but that bitch, yeah So much money, but that bitch Damn Uzi came out of nowhere, I swear that nigga fire Money got longer, I swear that my jewelry is cold Off of these drugs, I put it off, just gettin higher Yeah, Im, huh? What?

Please, enter your password First, get this message Vert, I dont know what the fuck youre 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 aint home, so come over Nigga, and you better call me back End of message, delete I got all types of hoes, some of them love em Most of them dont, some of them suck dick Some of them wont 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 its 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 Jewish bitch feed to me Latkes After that spin her ass like a dreidel Im kickin that shit just like soccer And Im 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 Im so fly, I should be a stylist and Im higher than a pilot Now honest, Lil Uzi, he the hottest Nigga Im a man, what you sayin, yous a fan Caught you dead on a frame, yous a lame I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz 40K on a frame, yous 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 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 wasnt 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 Im a man, what you sayin? Yous a fan Caught you dead on a frame, yous a lame I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz 40K on a frame, yous a lame I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz What you sayin, what you sayin?

G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahaha 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 cant afford for some blonde dikes 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 cant 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 Im eatin good, nigga, thats 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 dont 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 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 cant 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 cant afford for some blonde dikes Ok its 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 Im riding clean, 2014 Why you riding that dinosaur Promethazine connoisseur All I smoke is that good shit Im the king in my city sitting good bitch Im a young black nigga and Im hood rich

Where other people stop, I accelerate People say theyre gonna do shit and they dont do it Im going all the way with it The ultimate rock and roll sacrifice is death When I die I dont die, my soul goes on Its 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 Ill never go away But when Im dead I will become stronger on Earth And Ill become more powerful in the next life There is no death If I kill myself that doesnt solve the mission at all The mission goes on and on and on And people are so fucking stupid they dont understand that They dont understand They think Yo, okay, youre gonna kill yourself, well thats stupid Well youre fucking wrong Youre stupid for getting fucking old and boring and ignorant Just like people on the jury that convicted me I dont wanna be like you I dont wanna be part of your fucking boring world I wanna do what I wanna do When I wanna end my life Im gonna fucking end it And Im gonna be more powerful for it And, and, all you people who say what Im doing is wrong Youre just so fucking insecure That you dont have the fucking balls to do it You wanna say youre bad But you dont really wanna fucking be bad You just wanna pretend you are Well Im really gonna fucking do it And thats 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 Im not just—

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 Im living cant 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 aint 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 Im high in the sky like a Comet Im gettin money Im countin comma comma I might fuck yo momma, hit yo ass just right with the llama I dont care about no shit, hit a bitch, feel like MC Hammer Im 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 Im on go 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 Im 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 What I say? I got all the clothes I got everything Countin blue benjis, me dont fuck with green I usually keep it green, bullets in yo team Chico world, nigga

Dont stop Dont stop Dont stop Dont stop Bitch, dont stop Dont stop Dont stop Dont stop Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, bitch Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi Suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, ho Sip rosé with my nigga Will cause my life is amazin And even if I touch 60 mil, paper, what Im still chasin Aint nothin like the higher power, third eye but first placin And I talk about havin thoughts about livin threesomes with mixed asians I feel like Uncle Luke bitch , dont stop And if she throw it at me, I wont stop Ill just hit it Its a lot of shit I miss, but being broke, dont miss it And if it look like a duck and it quack like a duck, nigga dont 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 , gettin 40/60 And its funny cause the sluts want my money so they all say they all miss me, damn Real shit, real shit And its funny cause the sluts want the money so they all say they all miss me, damn Fuck a bitch, fuck a thot And its funny cause the sluts want the—and they all say they— You get it Dont stop Dont stop, pop that pussy Dont stop Dont stop Bitch, dont stop Dont stop Dont stop Dont stop Yeah, on God Lil Vert Lil Uzi, bitch Suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick ho

My car, it got two seats Red lines on the blue seats My car, it got two seats Red lines on the blue— Yeah, these haters cant move me  These niggas cant move me Say Im 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 cant move me These niggas cant move me You think youre important, that I understand You think youre important, that I understand Drivin in that foreign, you dont understand , yeah Yeah, I be smokin that gas, move round with contraband Yeah, drivin that whip so fast, girl on my side be tanned Yeah, you know its Mr. Hit-That, dont care if you got a man Cooler than a fan, Mr. Pop-A-Rubber-Band Hundreds in his hand Thats what she be sayin when she talkin to her friends But Im just assumin, she speak French cause she in France 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 dont fuck with niggas cause these niggas aint your friends Yeah, these haters cant move me These niggas cant move me Say Im 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 Vs I heard you were smashing that, when she called you Uzi You know she my groupie, super scared to lose me These haters cant move me These niggas cant move me My car, it got two seats Red lines on the blue seats My car, it got two seats Red lines on the blue seats

Im dabbing in Cause we up, we up, we up, we up, we up Skrt I just got back from a newer thing Got Back from L.A. like yesterday I just got back from a newer thing Skrt The top is off, is off, is off, is off, is off, is off, is off Skrt, skrt Im pulling off, Im off, Im off, Im off, Im off, Im off, Im off Skrt I just pulled up in a newer thing Im so in love with designer things Just got back from L.A. like yesterday And I havent seen my new place in days Can somebody please book my flight today? Oh, you dont know me, must be new to things I just spent 5 on my pinky ring And you wanna ride cause you know Im paid Yeah, you know Im paid Everybody know my name Satellite on my car People say I play too hard Spent an appetite on my chain Broke nigga, we aint the same I like privacy and wings, championship rings We up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we all up We up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we all up Wouldnt lie to you man Like the motto, we say Fuck that shit, lets get paid Fuck that shit, lets get paid Um yeah, breaking the bank Um yeah, load up the tank Um yeah, breaking the bank Um yeah, load up the tank, aye Cant lie to you man My whip got no brakes, yeah All in L.A. Switching on lanes, yeah That was my bae, yeah These niggas hatin Lil Uzi go super saiyan Yeah, get up out my face All these bitches fake, yeah Im stuck in my ways, yeah Yeah, you know Im paid Everybody know my name Satellite on my car People say I play too hard Spent an appetite on my chain Broke nigga, we aint the same I like privacy and wings, championship rings We up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we all up We up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we all up Wouldnt lie to you man Like the motto, we say Fuck that shit, lets get paid Fuck that shit, lets get paid Ima get the paper In love with the paper Chasing all the paper Ima get the, Ima get the Ima get the paper, paper Chasing all the paper Ima get the, Ima get the Yeah, you know Im paid Everybody know my name Satellite on my car People say I play too hard Spent an appetite on my chain Broke nigga, we aint the same I like privacy and wings, championship rings We up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we all up We up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we up, we all up Wouldnt lie to you man Like the motto, we say Fuck that shit, lets get paid Fuck that shit, lets get paid We up

Yeah Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday 911, its a man down Yeah, whole lotta, whole lotta Money get involved, niggas gettin crossed out  Thought that was your man down, ooh, thats a big plot Got you niggas life in my hand, timell get you shot You aint even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves Thats why I just sip all this syrup and I just think bout murder God sayin, Please dont do it to em, devil sayin, Hurt em Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, yeah Yellow tape, yellow tape , 911, its a man down Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, 911, its a man down Four-fifth or the tre-pound It dont matter when it go down Get down or lay down It dont matter, nigga, we gon spray rounds 4L Gang the only gang that I protect now Niggas aint with what Im with, nigga dont get no respect now Pussy nigga gettin a check now Send them young niggas at your head now Heard niggas that I gotta run the block, hell yeah, a nigga run it Hell yeah, nigga, shoot up your block, hell yeah, nigga, I done it I was in the fuckin field before, just in case they didnt know I was in the hood totin the pole Shoot a nigga, make a pussy opp fold Undercover cause I know these niggas pussy, niggas actin just like these hoes now Shootin at these opps, they dont want no smoke, dawg Fuckin all these hoes, thats what Im on, dawg Ayy, neighbor call me and you know its low, dawg Cause its smoked out, nothing but that loud Money get involved, niggas gettin crossed out Thought that was your man down, ooh, thats a big plot Got you niggas life in my hand, timell get you shot You aint even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves Thats why I just sip all this syrup and I just think bout murder God sayin, Please dont do it to em, devil sayin, Hurt em Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle Only thing I think about is murder, murder To my opp mom, I aint mean to never hurt ya But your son was out here like he was really servin He paid for the hit at 12, got killed at 12:30 If I pay for the lick, oh yeah, now its my watch And if I front the brick, now its my block Im the G.O.A.T. with .223, I got that lamb chop Its a hard top on that Venti, but that Lam drop Yeah, but that Lam drop We be whippin in the kitchen, smell like ham hocks When I talk, I bet my fans stop Im so rich, dont need no handouts Money get involved, niggas gettin crossed out Thought that was your man down, ooh, thats a big plot Got you niggas life in my hand, timell get you shot You aint even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves Thats why I just sip all this syrup and I just think bout murder God sayin, Please dont do it to em, devil sayin, Hurt em Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle

Lyrics from Snippets Yeah, yeah Ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh, pew Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast Only blue, no green dont excite me I could make a ho out your wifey Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey Made her get down on the bottom and she top me Pull up extra icy, Im not playin hockey Niggas think Im weird and they dont really like me Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie Your girls a five but your mom is a dime piece And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie These bitches, they think they dandy but they be just lyin Got a lil bitch, cant throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin Had that boys bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon I stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9 10 , yeah These niggas be bitin Grra-ta, Im not really with the fightin , yeah Me and her was vibin Yeah Your bitch call me Myron Ninety thousand, thats a light day , yeah I can tell you, its the real spill , yeah Fucked your bitch just for a light bill , yeah Banana clip, I aint gon slip on the peel Hot grease, bitch, we poppin , yeah Ballin on that nigga like Im Thompson , yeah Chopper got splendid, was like the Johnson Johnson Johnson, vacation right to Dubai Kicking shit so hard, I stopped doin ju-tai Twenty thousand Christian Dior my suit tie Got a black girl and she got blue eyes Came up, on the real, got em shoes tied Starin at lil homie Stop starin at lil homie You aint fairin nothin on me We aint 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 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 She give me head, that bit migraine ...

Lyrics from Snippet Yeah, I went to sleep with a bag Then I woke up with a bigger bag She aint have no father figure so she call me dad I went Lambo for my first car, I aint want a Jag Yeah, I aint want a Benz You hating on me cause you dont wanna win Saw that SLS now I just want a Benz Yeah, AMG kick Know she slob on my knob like its three-six When I was younger, no, it wasnt cool to eat it Now I swim in that ocean til Im seasick Stay real til I die and I mean it, yeah Fake niggas got money too, I seen it, yeah Diamonds all up on my wrist, I need three wrists, yeah Damn these boys takin my style, thats that free drip, yeah Thats that free drip , dont believe her Pull up like, Skrrt, skrrt, that two-seater My fans chase me like Justin Bieber Everybody makes mistakes, why I aint leave her? Everybody in my face but I cant see ya All these thots, they call my phone, like, You dont need her All these bitches gnats, gnats, no, I dont feed em Pescatarian, aint no chicken in my caesar DP on the beat Yeah, I went to sleep with a bag Then I woke up with a bigger bag She aint have no father figure so she call me dad I went Lambo for my first car, I aint want a Jag Yeah, I aint want a Benz You hating on me cause you dont wanna win Saw that SLS, now I just want a Benz Wheres the love, yeah, hunnids, want no dubs, yeah Want no scrubs, yeah, boy, I made it out the mud, yeah Smoke that good dope, shit that leave you stuck, yeah She got good throat, shit that leave you stuck, yeah Im so high up, yeah, thats that liftoff You a big dog, tell what my wrist cost She got that dry nose , like a sick dog Im so high, put my clothes on like Im Criss-Cross Your breath stink, you need some Lister You cant smoke my blunt, I see your blister I cant believe that nigga kissed her Glad I missed her, glad I fucked her sister DP on the beat Yeah, I went to sleep with a bag Then I woke up with a bigger bag She aint have no father figure, so she call me dad I went Lambo for my first car, I aint want a Jag Yeah, I aint want a Benz You hating on me cause you dont wanna win

Sowoot, FKi Hi FKi Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive 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 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, Ive 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, cant 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, Ima blow Now its just me and my bro, middle fingers to the foes Were just focused on the dough, Ive been gettin all this dough Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive 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 Ive been stayin up late, Ive 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 Im a star, Im a star, stars on top of my wrist Get the fuck out my face, you cant talk about no cake Cause Ive been gettin cake Ballin like Im Dr. J, ballin like I am MJ If she dont give the face, cancel her, Ricki Lake Eatin shrimp with the steak, eatin lobster with the steak And thats on Versace plates Im still tryna fuck on Shay, Im still tryna fuck on Shay And do not talk to me, whether aint about the cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive been countin all this cake Ive 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

Someone find the boot man Skurrt! Yeah, skurrt! Somebody find the boat man Had your bitch all in my coupe, man You got that gun, but you aint shootin Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman Aye , aye , aye Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ, aye First club when Im 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 Im crashin Yeah, somebody find a molly in the Pac-Man My chopper turnin you to ghosts like Pac-Man Somebody find the boot man Had your bitch all in my coupe, man You got that gun, but you aint shootin Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman Aye , aye , aye Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ She on my dick like a toad, aye I might forget her tomorrow, aye Covered in all black like Im 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, Why that bitch lookin at me like Lil Uzi can you go save me? Put the dick right in that bitch And Id out with her with her hours lazy Im getting money so every little bitch want me and they baby Im in the kitchen, Im whippin, I swear Im Bobby Flayin Sometimes I feel like Im 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 Somebody find the boat man Had your bitch all in my coupe, man You got that gun, but you aint shootin Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman Aye , aye , aye Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye I feel like I am OJ

Uhm, everybody wanna be who? Yeah, wait, uhm, yeah, Lil Uzi Like your girlfriend my groupie, yeah, wait, fuck her right up in the coochie Like yeah, walk around diamonds on me like what? Colors on it like a Coogi Like yeah, drive round right in a Hummer, aye, stuntin like I did this summer Like yeah, wait, look at my Rolie, what? Presidential like Obama, yeah I might fuck on your mama, yeah, blow that bitch up like Osama, yeah Uhm, rest in peace, yeah, right to Dex Osama, yeah Hit a lil nigga right up, yeah, pull up right in a Bentley truck like yeah Wait, what you gon do? Yeah, your lil bitch I screw like yeah I might just shoot at you, dont get you then Im gon shoot at your crew like yeah Wait, why you all on it? Yeah, wait, show me my opponent, yeah Drive round right, yeah, countin my money then its all exponents like yeah Zero, zero, zero, yeah, wait, your bitch all up on me like yeah You aint got no money, yeah, wait, your shit is so corny like yeah Your bitch on me, she horny like yeah, dance to me like run it like yeah Drive round up with some shit, yeah, got your bitch right all on my dick like yeah Oh my, what, yeah, put my dick on her lip like yeah, nut right up in her eye like yeah Now she related to Slick Rick like yeah, why you wanna get it? I got it, yeah All this money in my pocket, yeah, go let, uh, oh wait, like yeah Goyard on my waist and on my wallet like wait Why you got all that money? Yeah, I dont even, uhm, fuckin know, yeah No I am not, uhm, Jeezy but you know Im whippin that snow like yeah Why you wanna do it? Yeah, lil nigga you cannot prove it, yeah, aye I feel like Im winnin, aye, yeah, uh, I get to shootin like yeah

Watch how I be flexin on you I got the sauce and juice Hundred thousand on my jewels I got money like a jew Two hundred right in the coupe Sosamann throw money right out the coupe Bitch I be saucin on you Sauce Walka fuck that bitch right in the coupe Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you I got yo bitch in my coupe Push-ups, Im flexin on you Bitch Im a dog, Scooby-doo Drippin and saucin on you, I am Diamonds cant get no clearer Cartier lens, see clearer Drippin that sauce, marinara Ya, Swagger is extraterrestrial Margiela, Rick Owens, flexin on you Scary, scary, scary Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Who the richest nigga of them all? All I know is he the snitch nigga of them all From the begginin nah he wasnt even involved This bitch all on me because I got the sauce Sippin that purple like Im Randy Moss Watch how I be flexin on you I got the sauce and juice Hundred thousand on my jewels I got money like a jew Two hundred right in the coupe Sosamann throw money right out the coupe Bitch I be saucin on you Sauce Walka fuck that bitch right in the coupe Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you I got yo bitch in my coupe Push-ups, Im flexin on you Bitch Im a dog, Scooby-doo Drippin and saucin on you, I am Drippin and saucin on you and you Kickin and splashin with Uzi-Uz Try to tuck mine, Ima shoot Dont want no problems, I just want some loot Im talkin bout guap Sosamann Im a rockstar, on gas playin guitars Ridin round in a foriegn car Countin cash and Im kickin flavor I remember when these niggas hated Now these niggas so outdated How we came up, outrageous Quick as hell, 93 the smell Free my niggas out the fuckin cells Give it to me its gon fuckin sale, on sauce! Watch how I be flexin on you I got the sauce and juice Hundred thousand on my jewels I got money like a jew Two hundred right in the coupe Sosamann throw money right out the coupe Bitch I be saucin on you Sauce Walka fuck that bitch right in the coupe Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you I got yo bitch in my coupe Push-ups, Im flexin on you Bitch Im a dog, Scooby-doo Drippin and saucin on you, I am Drippin and saucin on you Kickin this flavor, kung-fu Bitch Im a dog, Im piru Bitch Im a dog, Scooby-doo My diamonds white like a jew Double cup full like a pool I should be dead, or locked up in jail I used to take burners to school Shot pistols and been on the news Now Im on MTV I dont have sex with none of my groupies unless the ho pay me Baby gotta pay the fee Baby gotta pay the fee Baby gotta kick a branch and make some leaves fall out the fuckin tree Pay me or pay me no attention, girl Im Sauce Gotti, I forgot to mention Shooter with me holdin that extension Girl ya man a ganster, Ill make him a Christian Shots fired, lord Jesus Fuck niggas, no features All my niggas creatures Drippin sauce out my lean cup Watch how I be flexin on you I got the sauce and juice Hundred thousand on my jewels I got money like a jew Two hundred right in the coupe Sosamann throw money right out the coupe Bitch I be saucin on you Sauce Walka fuck that bitch right in the coupe Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you Drippin and saucin on you I got yo bitch in my coupe Push-ups, Im flexin on you Bitch Im a dog, Scooby-doo Drippin and saucin on you, I am

Turn that shit up put on DJ Riddick Keed, talk to em Toven Season 4 Stay down and get up, ya, ya Taste more syrup than fanta, ya, ya Porsche 9/11 I dont pick on peasants I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie, City girl, City girl Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff Wit yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin on the curves And we got heavy artillery, ya we in your world Pick up the backend If I hit the choppa Im knockin you back innn Diamond they dancin like one of the Jacksonnns Get hit up im real, Im not with the wrestlinnn Talkin 75-85 But Im goin off Chill no niggas aint talkin portapotty Drop the juice you know Chanel, Drip Chanel, Kick Chanel, Be Chanel, Bitch I would fight the NY, I had to go see Elliot And my pant fat as fuck Like I cabbage in my sheet In the mall I spent a dub But that aint shit, that aint shit Fuck these hoe I dont show no love Dont trust no bitch, Dont trust no bitch I know these niggas think Im slippin Pocket Rocket, Im on my shit Stay down and get up, ya, ya Take more syrup than fanta, ya, ya Porsche 9/11 I dont pick on peasants I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie, City girl, City girl Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff Wit yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin on the curves And we got heavy artillery, ya we in your world My block Im the captain, ya Said steal my money still be stackin, ya This a Bentley not a Aston, ya Pay for the hit then say what happen, ya Ya, in my world not your world I fucked her the other night that is not your girl Im an artist so Im trying to paint her face like a mural, uh She just got her hair done, sweatin out her curls He a make believe, Hercules, Perky make me Earl Oh, you rentin all your whips, man you sweatin out your Brown Cinnamon, Sugar made that bit eat up the churro Im a stoner, YSL peril All your hoes dirty, all my hoes sterile When she suck it up, make my toes curl Stay down and get up, ya, ya, Taste more syrup than fanta, ya, ya Porsche 9/11 I dont pick on peasants I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie, City girl, City girl, Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff Wit yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin on the curves And we got heavy artillery, ya we in your world DJ Rico Riddick the hottest mothafuckin DJ on the mothafuckin planet the streets you dig what Im sayin

Lyrics from Snippet … feelin like the , had to get Dior, yeah Got your bitch in that Corvette, she, yeah, she rock Dior, yeah In that bitch with that lil ratchet, man, go hit the floor … yes Niggas aging, try to be me less Made your bitch ride my dick, Super Soaker, whoa If you want her, fuck nigga, keep her closer

Yeah, yeah Lil Uzi Lemme see dat What up Charlie? 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 Aint take three stripes for a nigga Took me out but now a nigga winnin Took me out but now a nigga winnin Yall just be hatin on a youngin Want collab from a youngin But a couple months ago Wasnt thinkin bout a youngin What you know about trappin On a God damn Monday Half an hour got rid of a onion Im finessin and Im stuntin You niggas fakin and your bitches bad And I dont like you, like your bitchs dad Im from the city where everybody wanna be from the north Cause they think thats 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 aint 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 Im still a lean head and Im off the act Well not right now I aint 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 Im bout to grab the Porsche nigga, horse in back Swear to god Im bout to bring flossin back And my bitch ass is so soft and fat Yeah my bitch ass is so soft and fat We on it If its bout the money then you know that we on it Money piled up I cant 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 cant 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 I got 20 bitches ridin with me 20 more we all slide-in for free Aint tell you I was 43 deep 22 niggas mobbin with me They be mobbin for free Oh shit, Giuseppes strapped so dont 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 its bout money den Im 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 Im on a track with Lil Uzi So they dont like the way I do it, and they hate that Im on top Wishin they could fix my brakes, they like damn, she wont stop Now that money talk I do anything that I want Oh, you mad? I done made my fuckin way to the front, bitch We on it If its bout the money then you know that we on it Money piled up I cant 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 cant 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 cant see no opponent Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it

Kino Beats Strawberries and whipped cream Drip like, simply Said he wanna fuck me til Im pissy Cant believe this shit like Ripley I cant run away, he gon whip me Dick too good, cant keep my distance Free as a bird But he fucked me like he been in prison for years, yeah We fuck on the table, no frontin the bill He said I know you, ooh-ooh, can get nasty So flex up like you do gymnastics Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy Turned into a bad habit, yeah, turned into a bad habit Tell me that its mine when I grab it Tryna take as much as I can, gotta take an intermission Said, Nah, I cant risk it, said, Nah, I cant risk it Used to have a fence with the picket, I opened up my gift He got an obsession, cant put down that fit Got the perfect rhyme, got the perfect tits We do sixty-nine, I like that you dont tell shit He creep me from behind, sit on his nose, it smell like roses Yeah, slowly strokin Im his favorite drug, I cant overdose him Yeah, yeah, yeah Im his favorite girl, I cant overdose him Yeah-yeah, yeah I can overdose him Strawberries and whipped cream Drip like, simply Said he wanna fuck me til Im pussy Cant believe this shit like Ripley I cant run away, he gon whip me Dick too good, cant keep my distance Free as a bird But he fucked me like he been in prison for years, yeah We fuck on the table, no frontin the bill He said I know you, ooh-ooh, can get nasty So flex up like you do gymnastics Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy Tell her, Look back at it I know when she talk to me and moans, like, Daddy And you know I am not braggin, but the world know Im havin You do a split right on it, then I buy your ass a Patek I aint even know it, that Im closure, had a fatty And I swear she got that water, almost drowned, but I aint panic And Im from the north side, got a couple killers on the west side And she tell me that she love me But I think she love all the neck, ice Okay, in my mind Im like, Yeah, aight I dont say nothin, cause the neck right Yes, she ride all on my dick, like a new whip, this a test-ride And I might buy your girl a Rari so I can speed up her sex drive I remember when she used to text high Now she text me, You the right size Strawberries and whipped cream Drip like, simply Said he wanna fuck me til Im pussy Cant believe this shit like Ripley I cant run away, he gon whip me Dick too good, cant keep my distance Free as a bird But he fucked me like he been in prison for years, yeah We fuck on the table, no frontin the bill He said I know you can get nasty So flex up like you do gymnastics Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy

Lyrics from Snippets Jumping in my Benz, Benz I just fucked on twins, twins All my bitches 10s, 10s You still got spinning rims, man I just took a Xanny In front of my granmammy She said What is that, man? I said Grandma, it is candy My bitch is I feel like Justin Bieber I got money like Im Justin Bieber My bullets are like heat seekers Bitch I will just treat her

Boy Im a problem, yeah Im a killer Got me the beamer, straight from the dealer Stacking my money, right to the ceiling Looking like will.i.am, cause I gotta feeling You aint in the club like that You aint got a plug like that Been around the way, saying you a scrub like that They dont show you love like that, yeah Got a little fame, what it taste like? Man Im headed overseas on a straight flight Man I gotta go for blood like a great white Till my grandmother see me on Late Night, yeah Gotta overdo it, gotta flow into it Gotta pick it up, gotta do it, gotta show me love Yeah, yeah, putting dough into it when Im going through it Man I owe it to her, god damn goin out the mud I guess Im a monster, lately Im crazy I started a wave, they cannot replace me I pray to my god, and hope that he save me I spoil my girl, and take care my babies Its M double-O, dont you ever mistake me Now bring in the bottles, cause we getting faded Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah Pull out your camera yeah, pull out the camera yeah Aw yeah Shooting like Hamilton yeah, shooting like Hamilton yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we never scrambling yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah Who got the stamina yeah, who got the stamina yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah I be in New York, I feel like a mobster 24 Karat gold all in my mouth bitch I feel like a monster I feel like Mufasa, I feel like they father If you call me daddy then girl we just might end up making a daughter yeah I be in a place like that, I been tryna bang with a bass like that Aw yeah, body and a face like that, gotta find out if it taste like that Aw yeah Do it like all night Everything aint really gotta be alright Im at a club with the crew like ball life I aint gon stop till my team shine all bright Got plans homie, Im the man, gotta understand Were the fam, we been going ham, got her in the van With the Vans, I been going in, got her in a jam Aw man, lemme go again, trip another Xan God damn what you know about that shit? I bet the money go and make her do a backflip I rep Philly, I dont even need practice I dont care about the crew, you are like Patrick, I been like yeah I dont mess with you at all, homie Sing and I rap, I can do it all homie All I see is fake OCDs but Im a G I aint run around my homie Woo I be like, oh my god Ima go hard, I be just so damn high Im in the backseat writing my ass off I cant sit homie thats why Im so damn fly Its like that Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah Pull out your camera yeah, pull out the camera yeah Aw yeah Shooting like Hamilton yeah, shooting like Hamilton yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we never scrambling yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah Who got the stamina yeah, who got the stamina yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Got rid of my old bitch quick, cause to me she got too boring Rolex flooding on wrist, of course my diamonds be foreign And when it come to these chicks, I swear my list be retarded I ran through Ashley, I ran through Jessica, Sarah cuh, I ran through Katie and Lauren etcetera Woo I live my life till no stamina I fuck your bitch like a animal She eat me up like some Danimals She kinda make me go crazy, I eat her out like a cannibal I swear that I can do anything I just be geeking off edibles I might record her, I might record her No I dont need her, yes I do need her I wanna leave her, no I wont leave her I am Aaliyah, baby I breathe you Baby you breathe me, I can not see the haters like im Stevie Jump in the Rari, it is a two-seat You and your sister, that is a 3-piece Twins? Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah Who got the stamina yeah, who got the stamina yeah Aw yeah We got the stamina yeah, we got the stamina yeah Aw yeah

Skrrt-slatt-slatt-slatt Slatt-slatt-slatt-skrrt Skrrt-slatt-slatt-slatt Slatt-slatt-slatt-skrrt Skrrt-slatt Slatt-slatt-skrrt-skrtt-skrrt Skrrt-slatt-slatt-slatt Slatt-slatt-slatt-skrrt Ridin in a new Maybach Dunk on his ho like Shaq Jimmy Choo shoes relax Givenchy socks to match I was just smokin on thrax Now Im playin with that sack Pussy just fall in my lap Money just chasin my back The gang came back with racks Im ridin round town with a Gat Ill beat a nigga face with a bat Pink slip, paper tag I bought me the new Hellcat Im blowin in a new Hellcat I walk in the club, Hellcat 85 racks, Hellcat I eat the steak with the crab cake I stuck my D on her chest, yeah Baby tip-drill with a passion Crib came rusty like trash can I need my bags, man Ima come through like Aladdin Audemars jacket Audemars coupe was matchin Audemars black sand Audemars picked up Ritalin Audemars Piguet I just got some Audemars thrax in All of your Act stashed All of yall Act gon stash packs All of yall ass fat Audemars with a passion Audemars, Springfield Audemars, drop-top, Bel Air Audemars paralyzin drip Audemars wheelchair Audemars handmade Audemars billionaire Audemars blue and red Audemars float, yeah Audemars wristband Audemars, Rollie face Ric Flair Audemars wrist splash Audemars splish, splish, splash Audemars whiplash Shawty got Audemars big ass Turned my chips to cash I dont mean to rack up the millions Ridin in a new Maybach Dunk on his ho like Shaq Jimmy Choo shoes relax Givenchy socks to match I was just smokin on thrax Now Im playin with that sack Pussy just fall in my lap Money just chasin my back The gang came back with racks Im ridin round town with a gat Ill beat a nigga face with a bat Pink slip, paper tag I bought me the new Hellcat Im blowin in a new Hellcat I walk in the club, Hellcat 85 racks, Hellcat Skrrt-slatt-slatt-slatt Slatt-slatt-slatt-skrrt Skrrt-slatt-slatt-slatt Slatt-slatt-slatt-skrrt Skrrt-slatt Slatt-slatt-skrrt-skrtt-skrrt Skrrt-slatt-slatt-slatt Slatt-slatt-slatt-skrrt Pull up with a stick, let it hit, let it burst She taste like Starburst, man, that bitch gon make me burst Spread it like the ocean, Im a mammal, surf and turf You cannot complete the mission cause I hit her first I could Louis-seam it, I could go and triple-beam it Im high by the stars, live on Mars, dont stay on Venus Buy my crib ground-up, you got your shit renovated We came to agreement, bitch dont talk, just eat my semen Ridin in a new Maybach Dunk on his ho like Shaq Jimmy Choo shoes relax Givenchy socks to match I was just smokin on thrax Now Im playin with that sack Pussy just fall in my lap Money just chasin my back The gang came back with racks Im ridin round town with a Gat Ill beat a nigga face with a bat Pink slip, paper tag I bought me the new Hellcat Im blowin in a new Hellcat I walk in the club, Hellcat 85 racks, Hellcat Yves Saint Laurent just to match it Christian Dior with the ratchet Audemars, make it do magic Audemars, I want that Patek Audemars make her come out of her panties Come with that water like Im at Atlantic I land in a jet just to pick up a package I land on your bitch just to bust on her mattress I turn her back round and I bust on her backwards, hah I call her hoe, but that bitch call me daddy My money long like the 73 Caddy Bring in that work we gon weigh it and bag it Dont come with it shawty, might shoot til its jammin In the back of the Maybach I got on that fashion, hah He got on Richard Mille, that shit aint average My bitches, I bought em some titties and asses Ridin in a new Maybach Dunk on his ho like Shaq Jimmy Choo shoes relax Givenchy socks to match I was just smokin on thrax Now Im playin with that sack Pussy just fall in my lap Money just chasin my back The gang came back with racks Im ridin round town with a gat Ill beat a nigga face with a bat Pink slip, paper tag I bought me the new Hellcat Im blowin in a new Hellcat I walk in the club, Hellcat 85 racks, Hellcat Ridin a new, ridin a new Maybach Ridin a new, ridin a new Maybach Ridin a new, ridin a new Maybach Ridin a new, ridin a new Maybach Ridin a new, ridin a new Maybach Ridin a new, ridin a new Maybach Ridin a new, ridin a new Maybach Ridin a new, ridin a new Maybach

Lyrics from Snippet My diamonds go retarded Keep droolin, got my wrist wet Told a bad girl, Get your lips wet Told a bad girl, Get your lips wet Told a bad girl, Lets just sex Told a bad girl, Let me hit that You can lay your head on my six pack Cause you know we go way back Way, way, way, way back

Banana clip right to the drama Put that shit right on my mama I aint got no baby mama So I aint really got no problems Lil Uzi Hot as a sauna Whippin it like a speed dialer I got the pole my style Lil Uzi I be stylin yaa I got the pole Im stylin I got the rocks on Im stylin Heavy metal yeah Im stylin yeah I got the rocks on Im stylin I got the pole, rock Im stylin I got the racks on Im stylin I got the pole Im stylin I got the racks on Im stylin I got the racks on Im stylin My side bitch said she foreign Most of these bitches be borin Lil Uzi he be tourin Niggas wanna talk about me Like basketball then a nigga be scorin I be ballin baby, I be ballin like Im Jordan Niggas talkin they gon test me, hit a nigga in his head high He run just like a fuckin athlete We gon give that nigga a Espy I got the house just right on the beach Aint nothing just like that water wind Im going right back to the future I might jump right in DeLorean I aint got a xan or the lean takin perc that be three tens Takin a thirty, a thirty Told your bitch fuck me like thirties Man that bitch she so dirty Why my main bitch she like thirty Hit a nigga with a thirty, got a clip that hold like thirty Banana clip right to the drama Put that shit right on my mama I aint got no baby mama So I aint really got no problems Lil uzi Hot as a sauna Whippin it like a speed dialer I got the pole my style Lil Uzi I be stylin yaa I got the pole Im stylin I got the rocks on Im stylin Heavy metal yeah Im stylin yeah I got the rocks on Im stylin I got the pole, rock Im stylin I got the racks on Im stylin I got the pole Im stylin I got the racks on Im stylin Everything I do and more Tell that nigga hit record I might just jump in the Porsche Or I might just fuck on your bitch Ass is a stallion like she is a horse Told that bitch I just been going and nigga What the fuck you talking about she love my voice I been getting all this paper Hit a nigga in the head, now I had no choice I just been collecting coins Get a house right on the hill Buy my momma a Rolls Royce skrt Put these diamonds in my teeth I rock em like Im Fly Yeah, um, Beat your ass Randy Couture Have a Ryan Paramore My bitch, my bitch she look like galore Sipping the lean yeah we pour What is this Louis? You can not find this stores! Yeah this shit it is Velour yeah Yeah mixing the Xan with the Henny Lil Uzi he is so torn, speaking of tour Im bout to go right on tour Keep the pistol in the drawer Got your bitch all on my dick Yeah that might be your wifey But that b a clique whore Banana clip right to the drama Put that shit right on my mama I aint got no baby mama So I aint really got no problems Lil uzi Hot as a sauna Whippin it like a speed dialer I got the pole my style Lil Uzi I be stylin yaa I got the pole Im stylin I got the rocks on Im stylin Heavy metal yeah Im stylin yeah I got the rocks on Im stylin I got the pole, rock Im stylin I got the racks on Im stylin I got the pole Im stylin I got the racks on Im stylin

Lyrics from Snippet 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?

When Im from the trap I play with extensions Yeah, I get to whippin, yeah, I get to whippin When Im from the trap I play with extensions Yeah, I get to whippin, yeah, I get to whippin Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it 20 no felony, I move like a pelican Got henny, got actavis, my hoes just like Evelynn You say it up front, by the way man I tell a bitch And why you aint sayin shit? Cause Uzi, got hella bandz Im caught with that uzi, extendo on back of them I aim at your face, 50 shot make ya ass bellydance I dont give a fuck, that means that my thoughts be celibate And you keep on talkin, but my nigga, I swear, Im relevant The money the money the money the money I speakin the money, Im seein the money, Im smellin the money Yo bitch all on me, she think that she funny I pull out my dick, Im fuckin that bitch, Its all in her tummy No 45 hunnid, no, 55 hunnid No 65 hunnid dollar on me, cause a nigga be straight stuntin And now yo bitch want me, got the work, now servin undie I move like I want to, on the block, movin the onions Leggo When Im from the trap I play with extensions Yeah, I get to whippin, yeah, I get to whippin When Im from the trap I play with extensions Yeah, I get to whippin, yeah, I get to whippin Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Im whippin, Im flippin, Im whippin up pigeon Im whippin up chicklets, Im cookin they chicken Im servin a pigeon, I got the vision 45 cal came with extension, dead, ya ass missin Shakur with the The Rock, I kill it, I did shit Im fly everyday, like everyday its Christmas A nigga talk shit, put em on the hit list Body in the river, now you with the fishes Im seein the money, Im gettin the money 10k for sure, aint shit funny My renegade fresh Like an Easter Sunday Any bitch will fuck, look like Beyonce Gone off that lean, dont drink Bombay, I prolly fuck yo fiancee Yeah, man Lil Uzi, bomb of the Philly You talk shit, spray ya with the semi When Im from the trap I play with extensions Yeah, I get to whippin, yeah, I get to whippin When Im from the trap I play with extensions Yeah, I get to whippin, yeah, I get to whippin Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it Whippin it, whippin it, whip it

Lil Uzi, Yeah yeah You know Im savage Aye Bully Drop That Shit .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 aint putting in work, you aint 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 Im 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 aint scared nigga I take a life I aint got the gun Ill shake the knife Aint got that put your shit on ice She sucking dick she aint been a dyke Important Yeah my jewels been imported Oh that bitch aint white I swear she imported Flawless, ass so fat it look like a target I love the farmers Regular bitch proceed em with caution Bargains, I get that lean by the bargains Flossin they askin me how much that shit costin Sorry, I cant tell you hoe get off me Sorry, I cant tell you hoe get off me Get off me, Im winnin Lil Uzi be sinnin Got a bitch on me Got hundred racks and I be spending Platinum plus the grill, cant fuck with no gold Yeah I got a bitch 36 years old Yeah I got a brick, thirty six Os Yeah I killed that, feel like Im 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 Im piff Yeah Im still on my pivot I feel like Im Scottie Pippen I feel like Im Jordan Most of my bitches 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 thats what the groupies say Lil uzi, lil uzi, let the toolie spray Lil uzi, lil uzi the life before the fame You know Im 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 Im wit it Is you with it You with it, Im with it Prometh, Prometh you know Ima sip it Hold up Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn Lil Uzi

Lyrics from Snippet ...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, count up the money Count it, count up the stacks Count it, count up the bands Count it, count up the racks 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... ... ... boy, you know how to act boy , trench boy, Like that bitch was fan, boy Dont ask boy, rockstar swag with the bling, boy Im little Uzi but I stay with that MAC, boy ... ...Boy dont call me less you want some action You see , Im 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 Atlas

Talkin big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin, Js runnin out it Rich Homie baby! Cannon Talkin big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin, Js runnin out it Twelve saw me comin, double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men, run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money Money comin faster, bitches gettin thicker Watchin over my back cause niggas get quicker Got some bubblegum and hard dick for his sister Cause food stamps is all she get from the system She like fuck them niggas but they cant do this shit for her What your issue? You make nathan off this comma Blazin off this ganja while standin in this circle Slangin to your momma, while Stefan geeked on Urkel And that cul-de-sac still fool me That cul-de-sac never sleep In that cul-de-sac we movin Aint nothin get past me And I stop cross, call it short stop You talk small, call it short guap I eat beef like a pork chop What you talkin bout nigga? Cul-de-sac Talkin big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin, Js runnin out it Twelve saw me comin, double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money My bitch she just be from London She aint pronouncin nothin Yeah we can work on the stove top Turn a little to somethin Met a little bitch, she lit me up And found out it was the 3rd cousin Met a little bitch, she let me up And found out it was the 3rd cousin Know a couple niggas in some fucked up situations Gettin 40%/60%, change your occupation Got a couple riders with me, Harley Davidson Coulda had three of em but turned to eight of em Models bitches with a zero Tapin bricks to her stomach just to add a little weight on em Niggas dyin left and right like my head Know in the trap be a man for the bands Call my older brother Top, uh Grind ran on you with number nine, uh Little brother, he servin time I just hope he dont even lose his mind I aint the richest but Im in line Speakin of lines, my girl sniffin lines Then line after line, got product like designs And you catch a dime, got six in the clip Talkin big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin, Js runnin out it Twelve saw me comin, double back for me Like a dead end, cul-de-sac money Hold on, dollar signs on commas, on motherfuckin commas This cannon on me now, lil nigga you do not want this drama I need that cash, that fetti, that lucci Need my retribution or else we start shootin Them choppers go off, make your block sound like New Years S O X gang, I do not need a new pair, hold up I done put stacks in the holes in my walls If you touch em with cinnamon, its holes in your face PSA for all you pussy ass niggas who hate Get off my dick and go get the cake I got my hand on the grain and my foot on the gas I have no use for a break I feel like my flow belong with the greats Feel like that there enough for the bait Better watch what you say bout me Cause I keep gunners around, hoe play bout me Niggas phony, tryna act like we homies but barely know me If you dont want the money then boy you aint around me Aint nothin fake about me I put killers on they feet, down to spray bout me We poppin tags but them niggas pop shit We gon pop in these mags, let the AK scream Talkin big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin, Js runnin out it Twelve saw me comin, double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men, run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money

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 My money is looking real well And I would not sell my soul 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, dont make me call up the hound They will put you right down They spitting them infamous rounds We on top and you way under Dont see a hater like Im Stevie Wonder Sixty racks top a brick thats a quick returner Straight from the 99 Number One Stunna Hit her deep, thats my number one gunner All year around we travel everyday is summer Countin big face hundreds, pockets big like 80 hummers No child abuse when I whip the baby up 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 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 aint 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 wristsll 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 Im not lying B No Im not lying B, no Im not lying B 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

Damn, damn, damn 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 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 Im tryna fuck on your mama, yeah Please let me fuck on your mama, yeah Blowing up the scene like Im 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 So Im counting all this money Her pussy is sweet like honey, boy, you is so bummy She sniff that coke til her nose runny Cant no fuck nigga run me All these bitches now they love me Yeah dont put nothing above me Dont put nothing above me

Yeah Fuck these niggas cause they always bein’ extra All these diamonds on me, I dont feel no pressure Money comin in like I am an investor She tried to take a break but I already left her Woah , when I’m in my car, yeah Woah, look up at the stars, just like, woah No feelings involved, yeah No feelings involved Put that on my dawg I said no feelings involved Put that on my dawgs Put that on my dawgs I said no feelings involved Okay, okay, I dont need it I dont need it, I dont want it I wont keep it, matter fact I might delete it Then repeat it, yeah Why you keep on going back? I got my reasons like I got my reasons like Car so fast, yeah, its moving like a beam of light Best rockstar all time hope that I dont die Cause I’m immortal Too bad you a mortal No wonder you normal Your girl saw me once, yeah She said I’m adorable My diamonds so sick This shit is not curable Yeah Fuck these niggas cause they always bein’ extra All these diamonds on me, I dont feel no pressure Money comin in like I am an investor She tried to take a break but I already left her Woah , when Im in my car, yeah Woah, look up at the stars, just like, woah No feelings involved, yeah No feelings involved Put that on my dawg Like ooh Why you wanna mess up my mood? Wish that you were me ’cause youre not cool Lookin like a fool Like a dog barkin at the moon Like ooh Why you wanna mess up my mood? Wish that you were me cause youre not cool Lookin like a fool Like a dog barkin at the moon Cause Im shinin Like, 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, Im 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 My car fast, but I drive slower Drop the top, make it hold up Yeah Fuck these niggas cause they always bein extra All these diamonds on me, I dont feel no pressure Money comin in like I am an investor She tried to take a break but I already left her Woah, when Im in my car, yeah Woah, look up at the stars, just like, woah No feelings involved, yeah No feelings involved Put that on my dawg

Oh woah Oh woah Oh woah Want me to be dead I dont 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 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, wont leave me, I call it that Casanova She say Im insane, yeah I might blow my brain out Xanny, help the pain, yeah Please, Xanny, make it go away Im committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me All the pain, now I cant feel it I swear that its slowin me Yeah I dont really care if you cry On the real, you shoulda never lied Saw the way she looked me in my eyes She said, Baby, I am not afraid to die All my friends are dead

I fuck that bitch then Im gone, I fuck that bitch then Im gone I fuck that bitch then Im gone, I fuck that bitch then Im gone I fuck that bitch then Im gone Im gone, Im gone, Im gone, Im gone Im gone, Im gone, Im gone, Im gone I fuck that bitch then Im gone Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Stand on the couch and lets get this hoe started Lets get this hoe started Pop a few bottles, pop a few bottles Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party We fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Fucked a new model bitch Throw a few hundreds, throw a few hundreds We be on drugs, get this hoe in the club Fuck a few models Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party, fuck up the party Im drinkin that Ace of Spades Youre in the club and youre drinkin Bacardi Youre drinkin that what?! Rockin Margiela, the RICO and then you just rockin Ed Hardy Just fine, boy, fine, boy Jump on your bitch on the road like my name was Jeff Hardy My name was Jeff Hardy Might cop the 2235 like a Rari Diamonds in my toother Vandross My brother movin had no ass out You thinkin tough, know how to get you Let you live, knock your mans off Like the ceilin you get fanned dawg Your bitch my number one fan, dawg Quarterback, quarterback, quarterback Laughin til my team a hand off Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Stand on the couch and lets get this hoe started Lets get this hoe started Pop a few bottles, pop a few bottles Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party We fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Fucked a new model bitch Throw a few hundreds, throw a few hundreds We be on drugs, get this in the club Fuck a few models Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Im on all type of drugs, Im fucked up I came with no bitch, but Im leaving with some She wanted to get on them drugs So now her whole face numb Sprinkle molly on her tongue, she wanted to have fun Rizzoo Rizzoo, Im the flame ignitor Im trippin, bitch, I aint never dabbin Prescription drugs all in my cabinet Im fuckin bitches off Versace mattress I work hard, now I party lavish This type of shit got all the bitches laughin Im a rockstar, Im jumpin in the crowd Bitches goin wild, they love my fuckin style Its hot, its hot, its hot, hot, all the bitches goin wild! Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Stand on the couch and lets get this hoe started Lets get this hoe started Pop a few bottles, pop a few bottles Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party We fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Fucked a new model bitch Throw a few hundreds, throw a few hundreds We be on drugs, get this in the club Fuck a few models Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party Lets fuck up the party, lets fuck up the party I fuck that bitch then Im gone, I fuck that bitch then Im gone I fuck that bitch then Im gone, I fuck that bitch then Im gone I fuck that bitch then Im gone Im gone, Im gone, Im gone, Im gone Im gone, Im gone, Im gone, Im gone I fuck that bitch then Im gone

Yeah Yeah Yeah I work hard for every lil thing that I got I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot Im a thug, girl yeah, Im 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 Im a thug, girl yeah, Im 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 Yea money on fold, after that been a lot Boy your trap dont 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, Im dipping now If you aint sucking dick then bitch you aint allowed I work hard for every lil thing that I got I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot Im a thug, girl yeah, Im 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 Im a thug, girl yeah, Im 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 I get that a lot , sipping sipping Sipping sipping sipping now, oh shit, Im dipping now 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 Im your father, yeah Im on block and Im 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 I work hard for every lil thing that I got I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot Im a thug, girl yeah, Im 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 Im a thug, girl yeah, Im 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

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 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 Im the cash cow Bitch give me some head while Im layin down Im in Chinatown whippin...

Lyrics from Snippet 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 dont hurt you AP froze , time so slow, yeah, hit reverse Margiela all on my coat Got buttons, but leaving it open So they can all see my shirt , Rick Owens all on my shirt I cant 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 They keep on talkin All these girls up in the club, why you lookin at Vert? 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 I cant feel, no I cant feel, I cant feel, yeah I cant feel My bodys numb Baby because I am so hurt, yeah I feel the pain in the rain Tell me, whats my time and 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 Im doing fine now , Im doing fine now No, I do not need nobody now No, I do not need nobody now No girl dont make a sound You dont wanna argue about body count You dont wanna talk about body count You dont wanna talk about body count What is all this fighting all about Its the bodies that Im finding out Its the bodies I dont know about So many bodies like a murder trial You used to say that its word of mouth But I love you so youre bondin out But I love you so youre bondin out Grandma and Mom love you now Im so high I aint comin down Im so high I aint comin down Im so high I aint comin down Hate me then, but they love me now Love me then, but they hate me now It dont matter, got the paper now Im so numb I cant feel, no I cant feel, I cant feel I cant feel, my bodys numb Baby because I am so hurt I feel the pain in the rain Tell me, whats my time and 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 I took you out of the fur boots

Gettin that money, know Im 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 safe

Diamonds in my chain make it dumber Diamonds in these rings make it dumber Money in my Balmain jeans make it dumber Bitch Im 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 Girl gave me brain now that bitch dumber I will never save her I wont call her number And Im in MIA for the fuckin summer Lookin at these pics tryna get with Summer Money coming fast yeah I make it double Im 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 Got like 4 chains with like 4 rings Forgiato rims in that new Range Money like a nigga all of a sudden now Tellem body shootin he go bluffin now Yeah they all on me yeah they on me now Oh back then they was frontin now Thats when a nigga was down Diamonds in my chain make it dumber Diamonds in these rings make it dumber Money in my bombin jeans make it dumber Bitch Im 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 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 They said Uzi how you livin man Im living great I aint got time to fuckin hate Man that Uzi how you living nigga Man I swear that Im living great I be counting bands out the bands thou I be putting work in the bando Yeah I need a whole new Lambo I be coppin choppers like Im Rambo, bouta go Rambo Nigga you aint bout it, nigga you aint bout it In my city, I swear a nigga heavy ​​ Like a pair of Foamposites Fuck nigga stop it Diamonds in my chain make it dumber Diamonds in these rings make it dumber Money in my Balmain jeans make it dumber Bitch Im 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 Im swerving in that Range my steering Dumber Lil uzi Lil Uzi

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 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 Im from Philly Got your bitch with me and she wanna film it Yeah she wan fuck wit me Yeah she know Im playin Yeah I got a buck fifty I might buck fifty you if I aint got the clout I got your bitch with me and I swear shes giving me top Im tryna be like real niggas in the A who slam the Rari And I aint playin games, and I aint 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 aint even touch her yet But she cant 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 aint 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 cant do no wrong I said, I aint never get touched, I aint 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 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 me

Oh yeah Oh yeah Alright, okay, you win, lets play Alright , okay , you win today Lets go I am a winner I been that way ever since I was little Im not a loser, I dont play defender I fix all the puzzles and solve all the riddles I stand on my money, Im tall as a center I created a puddle that turned a river Got a crack in my iPhone, Im fixin the picture Every time I go shoppin, mixin the gender Pull up with the sauce and the swag and Im 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 Walkin with my head down I gotta lift it Just letting you know that my love is not rented Alright, okay You win, lets play Alright, okay You win today , uh 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 lifes a gamble so you gotta keep it going I knew one day, Ima be something I didnt stop smokin til three somethin When Im on the track, Ima keep runnin Ima venus flytrap, gotta eat somethin I just ran a watch, cost three hundred thousand Clear face cant see nothin Making wonders and I cant see nothin I remember when they said I wouldnt be nothin Just letting you know that my love is not rented Just letting you know that my love is not rented Just letting you know that my love is not rented Just letting you know that my love is not rented, lets go

Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 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 aint my baby I will not buy her Mercedes They see Uzi got the money The bitches scream come save me 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 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 Im getting money Tropic foreign digits I tell the truth I tell the truth All I got is tropics 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

Yeah, they said I wouldnt make it Said I couldnt do it Cant believe I made it Cant believe I made it Like, cant believe they hated, yeah When they are all up in my face, yeah I aint got the time, ayy, Ima break the bank Countin up my bands Yeah, Im the man Glasses lit up tint, this is no Ray-Ban Owe you 36, Ill super soak your maam Damn, money in my hand, ridin in the Lamb Ayy, yeah Ayy, yeah Knew I wanted it when I was like 17 Turning it right to my reality, yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, they said I wouldnt make it Said I couldnt do it Cant believe I made it Cant believe I made it Like, cant believe they hated, yeah When they are all up in my face, yeah I aint got the time, ayy, Ima break the bank Countin up my bands Yeah, Im the man Glasses lit up tint, this is no Ray-Ban Owe you 36, Ill super soak your maam Damn, money in my hand, ridin in the Lamb

Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah Eat it up, bitch, pull up with mothefuckin, motherfuckin bitch I dont need one, I got my motherfuckin bitch That system cheap, I got my one legit Lil Uzi Vert! Got too geeked up, I done turned to a nerd, yeah I been fuckin with Freebandz, I start moving birds, yeah I start gettin free bands, fuck what you heard, man Pull up, a 918, that is a Porsche and I aint tryna hit the curb, man My niggas pull up, they masked up, they got all the choppas, it look like the Purge, yeah Mixin the red with the yellow, the yellow, the shit remind me of some purp, yeah Every time your bitch, she pull up, she suckin my dick and I make that ho squirt, yeah The millions comin in four-five years, I add five years, that probably two years I been in the game, Im a millionaire Heel on my car, turn that bitch to a deer These niggas broke so these boys not my peers Cartier Buffie, the lens on em clear Not in the airport, I stay out the clear Fucked the bitch, fuck your bitch right in the chair I stay with money right on me, uh-huh No, I do not wear Versace but my boxers Versace, dont wear no Tommys I almost lost the Lamb , I almost lost my mind Ran when that nigga, he took the stand You dont even know what it feels like puttin a hit on your own man The bodies, the bodies keep rollin in, money keep rollin in Your bitch, she rollin just right off the pills I get the money, this shit is the real I got your bitch on me, she like the deal She tryna suck on my pickle, I fucked on your bitch then I gave her a nickle No, Im not lyin, nothings an issue when you got Chanel print right on your tissue Im in this bitch with JR, put a clear clip on a motherfuckin AR Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up Swallow it whole when a young nigga skeet it up Turn around, come on lil bitch, let me beat it up Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up Poppin a pill, that be twice, yeah Im on a whole nother vibe, yeah Im a young nigga from Philly, my bitch, she be movin them drugs out of Cobb Yeah, stay with a stick, yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick, yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick, yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick, yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick, yeah Get off the yacht and hop in the Lambo Sits so low, they thought I was crawlin I put on that drip when I come from the mall Im ballin, sponsored by spading Smokin a blunt on a beach in Maries with the bleet I hit her once, I gotta call it Chase the money and my cleats, Im runnin with some freaks Pull up, gotta leave by the mornin YFBG havin thoughts, write it in a box See the red light, promise dont stop So many rocks in the clock, you cant hear it tick And the double G sit on my socks Somebody pass me a BIC, Im tryna get lit Lil Uzi be keepin the knots Its an Uzi that sit in the trunk I pull up, start roarin, this is a foreign So I had to park it in the front Got a lil bitch, she from Florida Dora the Explorer, know I gotta pass her the blunt I got too much cash, no, I cannot crash I got some young niggas thats doin up stacks R8 goin fast, just digital dash Just slide on traffic, we do it for fun We slide on lil bro one time, then we done Im breakin in the middle of the interstate They blockin me so I cant do some donuts Im gettin these packs, Im countin these stacks Im countin blue faces, its make her go nuts Diamonds in my mouth, dont know what paid for each one Tryna Google it, figure it out I stay in the house, I creep on shawty like a mouse Them niggas start takin your spouse, I live up her blouse Its pink, thats it on her panties They think I wouldnt figure it out Man, she is so loud, Im hittin her right on the couch This lifestyle, livin so wild, the Glock, it go pow The at the show, I might just go jump in the crowd, thats without a doubt She talk too much but she a freak, I might have to jump in her mouth Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick Yeah, stay with a stick, yeah Stay with a stick Stay with a stick Stay with a stick

Got a big dick thatll 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 Im seeing Balling for no reason I dont trust these niggas They changing just like seasons Im a steak and lobster eating Balling for no reason You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, Money for my hoe, Money for my hoe, Money for my hoe, Money for my hoe, Getting this paper it going, Bitch on my dick and she going, Look at my chain and its snowing, Look at my wrist and its glowing, She suck my dick now she blowing, I get the money you saying, You saying aye because of me Bitches on me easy a, b, c I got the bitch now 1, 2, 3, She want to fuck up all on me, Put on a condom cause I dont want a disease You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, Your dollars up, All my commas up, Dont give a fuck, No love in a monster truck, Ya,ya nigga you really suck Ya,haha your bitch really suck Now you missing her Now you kissing her Lil Uzi be dissing her, Lil Uzi be pimping her, You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, You cant fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe, I barely fuck my hoe,

Lyrics from Snippet Yeah You know what Im sayin, because I love ya Like I care Somebody more than most of em Yeah, ayy, ayy Ayy Yeah, woah, its Lil Uzi Vert Its Lil Uzi Vert Ayy, she left me lone, I aint even know how to react On my own but Im still gonna count up my stacks You was wrong, yeah, you left me when I was on my back LV, everything Supreme , Carharrt on my hat She gave me head just like some ocean Jimmy Neutron likе a Sheen All of my bitches, they mean Nigga, like, what do you mean? Oh, she like me cause Im clean All of this money in my jeans I can make her wanna sing Hit from the back and she scream No matter what, I feel it in my gut, you my boo thang And its like no one I trust and Im switchin my flows like a mood ring And when I stand on my money you know that Im taller in 2 Chainz You know these boys too lame , LUV is too flame No matter what, I feel it in my gut, you my boo thang And its like no one I trust and Im switchin my flows like a mood ring And when I stand on my money you know that Im taller than 2 Chainz You know these boys too lame , LUV is too flame They was countin down my days, they thought I wasnt gonna last They aint feel my last album, I sat back and I just laughed I was lookin through my comments, they said, Man, this shit is trash I went right back in the booth and then I start spittin that gas She said she like that Im brown, ooh, like Im NAV I said, Girl, I like your style, ooh She said, This is not new style, ooh She had on a Craig Green hat, ooh, with a Goyard back to match No matter what, I feel it in my gut , you my boo thang And its like no one I trust and Im switchin my flows like a mood ring And when I stand on my money you know that Im taller in 2 Chainz You know these boys too lame , LUV is too flame No matter what, I feel it in my gut , you my boo thang And its like no one I trust and Im switchin my flows like a mood ring And when I stand on my money you know that Im taller than 2 Chainz You know these boys too lame , LUV is too flame Ayy, she left me lone, I aint even know how to react On my own but Im still gonna count up these stacks You was wrong, yeah, you left me when I was on my back LV, everything Supreme, Carharrt on my hat She left me lone , I aint even know how to react Text my phone every day but I wont hit her back Tear it up from the back , pullin out every track Style mean , put me on Craig Green, yeah, thats a fact Um, yeah Yeah, thats a fact, um, yeah Yeah, thats a fact, um, yeah Yeah, thats a fact Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, thats a fact Ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Its Lil Uzi Vert

A hit, good one Richard DP on the beat There ya go, Richie That was it, Richie Shotgun Ricky When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane Yeah, yeah Like aint 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 When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane 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 dont know bout you, yeah One thing that I know, ayy That I got the dough, yeah That I got the dough, ayy When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane 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 dont know bout you, yeah One thing that I know, ayy That I got the dough, yeah That I got the dough, ayy When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane 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 dont know bout you, yeah One thing that I know, ayy That I got the dough, yeah That I got the dough, ayy When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane When Im in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I cant see my floor, mane Pull up, Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

Yeah And I really wanna take the time out to let all yall niggas know I really know whats goin on Yeah Lets go, uh I got enemies Got a lot of enemies Cant believe this niggas out here really wanna finish me Aint now way around it buddy Niggas know Ive 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 aint worrying bout them diffеrent boys, they keep worrying about me I hеard Im their favorite rapper, he keep actin like he aint heard about me, woah And this bitch sucked my dick to the third degree, woah Everybody know that cause she at my shows for free, woah Everybody know its no one holding me, woah She dont 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 cant die Everything I do is effortless lil baby I cant try Ceratops, reptar when Im 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 you showin out You cant get that far if you holdin out I remember back when I wasnt closin out Now all them broads wanna blow me now Thats because my bag bitch I blow it now When Im in the mall gotta close it down Gucci, Louis Fendi Prada I dont really rock Fendi but Im rockin on Balenci Uh, Ferris tats on me thats that Cartier frames clear as agua Niggas they be lame talkin ra ra My life not the same nigga why lie? Magic changed my life nigga 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 dont know how to stop , yeah Undercover fiends they keep tryna cop, yeah You think Im a dummy I know you a cop, ooh I could tell you a opp Make the Makaveli scream like its 2Pac Had them niggas shocked, pulled up with two Glocks My LV sneaks kinda big I need two socks, but they Gucci though I dont want that bitch aint givin up coochie though I dont want that girl cause she too moody bro She aint really that cute shes got that booty though And I cant lie, got that supersoaker I moonwalk like the J5 I dont own none of these girls so you can take mine I dont really wanna know what you thinking but I take mines You better love yours nigga I dont hate mines, yeah

Lyrics from Snippet Yeah, Yeah Yeah Heartbreak Yah, Yah Yah, Yah Heartbreak, Heartbreak, Heartbreak Wake up with the stars Bad bitches in my room Only time I got the chance Thats why I told you the truth Hold up, wait yeah Im on a roll Post up with they hoes Gotta go Just to get them go Cause Im on my own Heartbreak, Heartbreak, Heartbreak Car fast do the dash Im on my way Came up from the bottom all the way Now they looking at me cause Im not the same Yeah I took off on niggas that hate and made my escape Not from this state cause Im from outer space That bitch she with me get dropped like a snake All this cash on me I need me a rake Thats 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 They better not miss Cause I come with a bang

Lyrics from Snippets Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah And I could tell you really was never in it for me And I just want you to know that I love you I love the way I fuck you I love it when you touch me , call me ugly Rose gold on her neck, her chain aint rusty I cant lie, I feel strong Cant tell right, yeah, from wrong She was lying, I was gone Hearin her cry on my phone But everythings alright every time she give mе dome About last night , I was on One long flight , trip to Romе Im so gone , no timezones 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... And I just want you to know that I love you I love the way I fuck you I love it when you touch me , call my ugly Rose gold on her neck, her chain aint rusty Uh, I might run it back, she got that wet-wet Uh, I might run it back, she got that wet-wet Uh, fucking up a week, it cost five stacks How you 36 with a Snapchat? Ooh, you dirty bitch, got a Cashapp? I just caught a thottie with a backstabber Only reason I stay because that fat ass When I put it in, I make her back-back Girl, its sticking out like a backpack Put it in your mouth to this sad rap

Hundred-round caliber My diamonds no homicide That Mulsanne into a lane That dope be your suicide That homicide, homicide She right by lil mama side That homicide, homicide This Off-White be homicide Yeah, hundred-round caliber My diamonds no homicide That Mulsanne into a lane That dope be your suicide That homicide, homicide She right by lil mama side That homicide, homicide This Off-White be homicide Yeah, hundred-round caliber My diamonds no homicide That Mulsanne into a lane That dope be your suicide That homicide, homicide She right by lil mama side That homicide, homicide This Off-White be homicide Ima fly for eighty summers Women keep callin my number Diamond go stupid, they dumber You got that banana clip? Where I be? Hundred-round drummer Dont give a fuck bout your money But you know I got that money All of them blue-face hundreds That nigga ask me what my shirt Four-hundred-dollar Givenchy Bana-bana-bana You know my racks are bananas If she dont wanna suck dick Then you know she gettin canceled Perfect tings in the LA Aint no trap I cannot handle Posin on cam with somebody Give the lil nigga a handle Im from Philadelphia But my bitch straight from Milano Got a bitch, she from Columbia Yeah, she brought me down here Her ass so big, you might run from her Yeah, you could not handle Yeah, hundred-round caliber My diamonds no homicide That Mulsanne into a lane That dope be your suicide That homicide, homicide She right by lil mama side That homicide, homicide This Off-White be homicide Yeah, hundred-round caliber My diamonds no homicide That Mulsanne into a lane That dope be your suicide That homicide, homicide She right by lil mama side That homicide, homicide This Off-White be homicide

My life like a movie, theres no way they can stop it, yeah on me, I be swagging and saucin, yeah My life like a movie, theres no way they can stop it, yeah on me, I be swagging and saucin, yeah Mama Im 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 Im always on top of ya Mama Im 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 Im always on top of ya 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 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 Mama Im 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 Im always on top of ya Mama Im 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 Im always on top of ya bought her baby Birkin My pockets they swole, I ‘member I was hurting Every time I flex, Im 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, Im sorry, not on purpose Don’t like what you see, you better close your curtains Mama Im 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 Im always on top of ya Mama Im 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 Im always on top of ya

Lyrics from Snippet Yeah, get the money Ima go get the money Ima go get the money Ima go get the money Ima go get the money Ima go get the money Ima go get the money Ima go get the money 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 Ima go get the money Ima go get the money Ima 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 Dont understand how I spit somethin They dont understand how I spit somethin

Lyrics from Snippets Mop, mop Up, up, up  up, up, up, hands Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, hands Throw em’ up, hands, throw em’ up, hands Up, aye, up, oh alrighty, oh uh-huh At the club are you ever turning up? Like a squirrel, she can suck a nut In the club now, I’m looking for some sluts But her head game was so good, can’t lie, man this shit want to make a nigga fuss Man, this shit smell just like must And my dick make a dumbass hush And she wear that denim denim slush Aye, aye, aye, aye, put them hands up Like iron man, always been the man I’m a one man band, that’s said I’m a rubber band man ? sandman I’m an ex xan man Controllin’ professor X, go getter Aye, aye, aye, aye, put them hands up Put them hands up , put them hands up Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, hands Throw em’ up, hands, throw em’ up, hands Up, aye, up, oh alrighty, oh uh-huh I get it crunk, I get it wide, I get the party lit outside I get it crunk, I get it wide, I get the party lit outside I get it crunk, I get it crunk, yeah I get it crunk, I get it crunk, I get it crunk, yeah, yeah Tell me if you geeked or what Tell me if you geeked or what Tell me if you geeked or what Tell me if you geeked or what Yeah, I got old girl, she a cougar Can I have your niece or what? Can I have your niece or what? LVs on your feet or what, Like I- Double Gs on your feet or what Double Cs on your feet or what That Chanel, how you livin , doin well Uh, he a rodent, uh, he gon tell Uh, I’m a slime, what, like a snail Give me head, uh, like gel Got haters, that’s in jail Um, like never, uh, been to jail I don’t do the test, no I never tell I mix the orange soda like my name is Kelly Pockets algae and them bitches too fat I had your girl in the back of the back Thirty inch rims, tires flat Big bag, rickity-racks You got a man, I’m sending you back Lil Uzi Vert, up to the max Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, hands Throw em’ up, hands, throw em’ up, hands Up, aye, up, oh alrighty, oh uh-huh

Lyrics from Snippet Monstas gon tear it up Have you? Have you? Have you ever made ten million dollars with your talent? Have you ever told a bitch you loved her, then you vanished? Have you ever got so high you thought you wasnt landin? Stuff the money in my pockets til my pockets standin Dont 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, Im the shit, lets just face it Niggas they mad cause I made it I go Super Saiyan Two Fuck on your bitch, she aint new Fucked on your bitch before you Fuck on your bitch in the stu Fuck on your bitch in the coupe No, that bitch, she not my boo I am a winner, cant lose Gave that bitch right back to you I told this bitch that we through Why your bitch keep sending nudes? No, I do not need a shooter I got a beam on the Ruger I got a bitch in Kahlua But Im not, um, scared to lose her I got the ice like Akuma Got more jewelry than your jewler My TEC, it came with the cooler My Rarri red, Ferris Bueller Suck it so good, I might sue ya Bitch, he a rat out the sewer My bitch, she blessed, hallelujah Pussy nigga, see right through ya I hit my muhfuckin finisher, ayy I made that bitch say Hadouken Bring your boxes in my crib ...

Lyrics From Snippet Yeah! Lil Uzi, yeah Shh, uh, Lil Uzi BNYX Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, rage Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah My neck is filled with the water I might just fuck around and take your daughter Yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sometimes I feel like the target But fuck it, this time Ill go harder Fuck on that bitch for free This shit feel like victory Money aint shit to me Money gon stick to mе Lil Uzi Vert on a roll I put them diamonds my teeth Might put some diamonds my nosе Ayy, I put them diamonds my teeth Might put some diamonds my nose We killed an opp, we got low Dont got no bullets, this pole He called my phone, he need more My bitch dont want me no more Now I look at her like, Hoe Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, rage Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah My neck is filled with the water I might just fuck around and take your daughter Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sometimes I feel like the target But fuck it, this time Ill go harder Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am in love with the bands... Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, rage Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah My neck is filled with the water I might just fuck around and take your daughter Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sometimes I feel like the target But fuck it, this time Ill go harder

Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad Im Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson bad She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah I said I had like 30 on me nah but this aint cash Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you having soap how you having How you making how you having swag Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass They dont got no dope no more now the niggas sad Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass Nigga gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs Imma put them packs on a nigga like some Ms Count the money once, I aint fucking up the math I count the money once and I aint fucking up the math Im bout to get all motherfuckin Benz for the staff Im bout to get all motherfuckin Benz for my hoe Im back to hittin the mafia, big chopper, big bankroll 2 chains go king god Coming with the We coming with that money nigga be a silly hoe take it from him Nigga askin for advice I told him get your money up Nigga said he got some 50 told him get a hundred somethin Nigga I just want Chanel black slipper with no laces Ive been spending hundreds since they had small faces I just told a nigga had to struggle I just told em free my nigga Rocco with them cases When you get that mother fucking money whats your name at? Bitch you rubberband a bankroll fore you came here When you bust the juug do you make sure your folk straight? When you pour that lean, do you know how good that act taste Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson day She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah I said I had like 30 on me nah but this aint cash Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you having soap how you having How you making how you having swag Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass They dont got no dope no more now the niggas sad Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass Nigga gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs Imma put them packs on a nigga like some Ms Count the money once, I aint fucking up the math I count the money once and I aint fucking up the math Im bout to get all motherfuckin Benz for the staff Yeah them boys watching Yeah I know they watching So I know them boys so mad Yeah I told them boys keep tabs, yeah Lil Uzi counting money fast Driving in that Lambo fast Yeah you know Im running through the racks Cause you know things dont last Took your girl, made her slow dance Looked at her mom like No maam Slide in the A in the Lamb Run up on me, it wont jam Always counting them new bands Reached in the pocket, my pants Pulled out my pocket thats 10 Matching that white on white Phantom Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson day She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah I said I had like 30 on me nah but this aint cash Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you having soap how you having How you making how you having swag Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass They dont got no dope no more now the niggas sad Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass Nigga gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs Imma put them packs on a nigga like some Ms Count the money once, I aint fucking up the math I count the money once and I aint fucking up the math Im bout to get all motherfuckin Benz for the staff

Lyrics from Snippet Thats when my lifestyle took off, go, go, go Where did you go? Go, go, go Luv Is Rage I think I could see in the dark These niggas, they aint got heart Everything blow up in sparks These niggas talk to the narcs I aint say that the shoe fit, yeah But the description fit the part I just be geekin on Mars Somethin like two in the mornin Now she gon notice me I fucked your girl this mornin So why was she over me? My main girl still mad at me Because I went overseas And every time that I come back to the states She know that its no one as cold as me Thats when my lifestyle took off Go, go , go Yes, it took off Go , go , go Im gonna keep it a G It is prolly not one nigga out here in the world thats 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 dont wanna go But she know she just gotta leave Double R, big body, my Rolls Rolls, Rolls, Rolls, no one slam doors Aint no way I lose control And I was on the road Now I got a two-tone 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 I think I could see in the dark These niggas, they aint got heart Everything blow up in sparks These niggas talk to the narcs I aint say that the shoe fit, yeah But the description fit the part I just be geekin on Mars Somethin like two in the mornin Now she gon notice me I fucked your girl this mornin So why was she over me? My main girl still mad at me Because I went overseas And every time that I come back to the space She know that its no one as cold as me Thats when my lifestyle took off Go, go , go Yes, it took off Go , go , go

Updated: 17 July, 2020.There are currently ? known unreleased songs by Lil Uzi Vert.Alphabetical Order:AAgain↗BBussdown / Freebandz↗CCake↗DDolly↗EEaster↗FFroze Up↗GGot The Work↗HHeater Talk↗IInto You↗JJustin Bieber↗KKeep Balling↗LLambo↗MMission To The Loot↗NNo Heart↗OOn My Grind↗PProud of U↗QThere are currently no songs in this categoryRRaf Way↗SShrooms↗TThot Back↗UUnderworld↗VThere are currently no songs in this categoryWWoah↗XXanny↗YYou Mad ↗ZZoom↗#100 Bands in My Pocket↗ 150K↗ 1600↗ 3 Pills↗

Trappin work, bando Money callin, bank roll Always ballin, I flex ho I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough Margiela, nigga That be the hyped up He said that nigga Take her from my block 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 Ima 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 Benjis 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 Im kickin the shit with my squad like we playing soccer Im getting that money, to a fifty and hundred Im trappin and trappin These niggas look at me like I am their father Trappin work, bando Money callin, bank roll Always ballin, I flex ho I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough 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 Cant make this up, this shits 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 aint coppin no pleas None of yall niggas cant 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 Im Pun All of these rappers my sons, uh Case you aint know, that bitch you love Me and her weve 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 aint spendin the night Yo bitch not even my type Fucked her so you could get mad! I fucked her now you wanna fight, hah! Trappin work, bando Money callin, bank roll Always ballin, I flex ho I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough

Lyrics from snippet I just want your bitch But I do not need her Yes I must insist, that you should just keep her Walking with them bands I dont need no visa Hundreds in my hand You know I stay Gd up I was on Xanny and I was on Percy, I took that shit like it was Tylenol I looked at the mirror, I tatted my face and I said I created a monster yeah And now you gon tell me you got all the guap Watch how the way that they cappin yuh Ima keep ballin, no I cannot stop No I said bitch to just let it go Uh uh, huh uh, yeah Me and her swag the same Drive fast foreign switch lanes Her last man was a lame Fly first class in the plane Rock lifestyle just the same yeah I just want your bitch But I do not need her Yes I must insist That you should just keep her Walking with the bands I dont need no visa Hundreds in my hand You know I stay Gd up I was on Xanny and I was on Percy, I took that shit like it was Tylenol I looked at the mirror, I tatted my face and realized I created a monster yeah Boy you gon tell me you got all the guap Watch how the way that they cappin yuh Ima keep ballin, I got to stay on top Ima keep ballin, cause I cannot stop Ima keep ballin Ima keep ballin Ima keep ballin Ima keep, Ima keep, Ima keep ballin Ima keep ballin Ima keep ballin Ima keep ballin Swerving that Ford Swerving that foreign Got 2 exhausts Drive till Im nauseous Nowadays Im so heartless Crocodile just like See you later baby alligator, I been rocking all of that Lacoste shit Im a rockstar, baby yeah Im a rockstar

Lyrics from Snippet ... Im like, Sure, yeah Im a millionaire, she like, Go, boy, yeah Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up  Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up I couldnt wait til I got my ha-a-ands, on the ba-a-a-ands, in her pa-a-a-ants Yes I ca-a-a-an , Im the ma-a-a-an If you run at me, you gotta get fit If Im not on my ceilin you better get jammed Thats why I gotta keep all of my FNs Thats why I gotta keep all of my hunnids, no tens Thats why I walk around, on my wrist, prolly a Benz Every time that the opps die, I feel like its a cleanse Just for everyday, you gotta load up your stick I know the boys, yeah, I know the boys the do hit I know the boys, yeah, I know the boys chop the bricks They servin the bands, they servin the bands, they cant miss Get it through the mail, corona aint stoppin shit Wouldve thought I was Asian, thats...

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah One more ride One more race We go all out We dont play One more ride, one more race We dont slow down, aint no brakes Imma go off Imma ride tonight It dont matter what we face Imma go off Imma ride tonight Im the master of my fate Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Yah, I gotta go now Takin off and Im ridin on the road now Hit the gas, no brakes, gotta go now Put my life on the line, yeah, its on me Blood rushin through my veins, no IV Ride, switchin lanes, you cant stop me You can smell the propane when you pass me Ride for the gang because Im the chief Helicopter hoverin, its high speed Chase, drive, straight Imma, race, to the, cake Flame, on it, no chain, on me All of, us, became, homies One more ride One more race We go all out We dont play One more ride, one more race We dont slow down, aint no brakes Imma go off Imma ride tonight It dont matter what we face Imma go off Imma ride tonight Im the master of my fate Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Yah, I gotta go now Nine-nine, nine-nine Youre rockin with the ether child in overdrive Yeah, yeah, I-5 to I-9 We go all niiiiiight, yeah Double 0 speed, double 0 Chevy I hit the fourth gear, hope I dont drift Souped up cars all around me Hot-boxin at a high speed One lane drivin Bad thing side me One more time on the road One more time fore we go One more ride One more race We go all out We dont play One more ride, one more race We dont slow down, aint no brakes Imma go off Imma ride tonight It dont matter what we face Imma go off Imma ride tonight Im the master of my fate Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Yah, I gotta go now Gotta go now Gotta go, swervin in my whip cant slow down Drivin fancy cars, boy, Im on the road now Automatic start, my Vic take a code now Yuh, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar Why you pay so much for yo Nissan? Because its GTR First, I shift it, click it, burnin rubber like Im movin dark Drive at night, I chop my top so I can relate to the stars Yeah, relate to the stars Imma race you for a pink slip I got nitrous in my car so tell me what you thinkin My adrenaline start pumpin so I been stopped blinkin One more ride One more race We go all out We dont play One more ride, one more race We dont slow down, aint no brakes Imma go off Imma ride tonight It dont matter what we face Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Yah, I gotta go now Ride in a Coupé, Im all alone now In the fast lane, I can not slow down I gotta watch my back when I go out Cause the people that had my back a bunch of sellouts If they jail me up right now, bet Ill bail out Me and 12 engines in the rear now Always doubted me, but tell em that we here now No negativity, focused on my career now No, I will never back down Race game Im Dwayne with the smack down He can go pound for pound better ask how One more ride One more race We go all out We dont play One more ride, one more race We dont slow down, aint no brakes Imma go off Imma ride tonight It dont matter what we face Imma go off Imma ride tonight Im the master of my fate Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Imma go off Yah, I gotta go now

Swoosh, yo, Swoosh Swoosh Uh Yeah, uh Yeah, uh Woo I wear that flag in your honor  I do not talk to your honor But she suck my dick in my sauna My new girl look like Ashanti I fell in love with my llama She fell in love with the Glick She say the clip on the stick look like dick I fell in love with the grip All blue hundreds, I cant fall for no bitch These niggas, they fake as shit Bloodsuckin animal just like a tick Dippin and dabbin fashion Im the one mixed the VLONE with the Rick Givenchy all on my mids I put a phone on my hip I get the ball, I cant miss I shoot my shot, I cant miss I shoot the ball, it say swish Im in the stu, it all day Im in the stu with bro Im in the stu with Lil Swoosh I get geeked up like Im Swoosh Perky be changin my mood She count my guap in the coupe These niggas stealin my mood Thats why I get geeked up like Im Swoosh I get geeked up like Im Swoosh I get geeked up like Im Swoosh I get geeked up like Im Swoosh I get geeked up like Im Swoosh I get geeked up like Im Swoosh I get geeked up like Im Swoosh I get geeked up like Im Swoosh

Lyrics from Snippet ...styling like a monsoon Match your fly, thats a ritual Iced out, invisible...