[Lil Uzi Vert]
150, 150
150, my new chain costs 150 (Ooh)
Pull up to the club, I ain't got non' wit' me (Skrrt, ooh)
Except my pockets swole, look like something bit me (Ooh)
[Lil Uzi Vert]
That boy say he don't like me, come and get me (Uh)
Pull up, extra poles, and I got a 50 (Uh)
Got my Rollie on, this is not a ticky (Uh)
My car ain't got no license plate, can't get no ticket (Huh)
I'll be saucing, I'll be swaggin', I'll be drippin' (Uh)
Magic hit the toll like a rockin' dicky (Uh)
Told the Nicky, I'm a sticky, I'ma hit it (Huh)
Know I do not know why all these girls be trippin' (Uh)
Diamonds they water, look like the border, that be Pacific (Uh)
Move the four, ain't got the beans, so I am not missing (Uh)
Everytime that they score, on the real boy, yeah it feels like it's Christmas (Ooh)
Boy, what you know about killin'?
What you know about drug dealin'? (Drug dealin')
What you know about them millions?
Boy, better mind yo business
Stack it all the way to the ceiling
She can't get in my feelings (Feelings)
Sounds like I get chicken (What?)
Boy, now I keep 150
[Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
150, 150
150, my new chain costs 150 (Ooh)
Pull up to the club, I ain't got non' wit' me (Skrrt, ooh)
Except my pockets swole, look like something bit me (Gang)
[G Herbo]
You ain't ever been to them trenches
Never had a Glock in your britches
Heard you been rockin' with snitches
You lil' niggas is bitches (Bitch)
You are witnessin' killers (Yeah)
Vert, yeah that's my nigga (My nigga)
We just be getting to the millions (Huh)
Beating up reckless civilians
I did all this shit independent, I don't even know what a deal is
Hating on me, you a lil' nigga, I do it real big
Ain't no such thing as a "used to be", for a nigga, it still is
Take 150 and go spend it with my real friends
Swervo, you too turned up (Let me chill then)
Nigga, play with me, get burned up (Gotta go chill again)
Raw mistake, and I'll be right there in that field again
Tryna go drill again
My mob's motivation 'cause they stealin' pens
If your brain a notebook, they can't steal the pen
From sunny knife, I'm born to lose, but I'm built to win
Wish I could look in Cap's eyes and see what killed them in
Know you see me whipping Benz, getting it in
Getting twenty million, streams a week, on chief, I'm checking again
Disrespecting them bands, they ain't ever got no advance
Spend a stack on my pants
And my t shirt Philip Lan, I don't rock regular brands
Twenty pointer baguettes, all on my neck, can see 'em, yeah damn
Prolly gonna put a Patek on my hands, yeah damn (Lamb, lamb)
I never eat swine again but I'm going ham (Ham)
I don't know how to drive but I still wanna roll in the lamb (Lamb, lamb, skrrt)
Know a lot of niggas want me to die, but I don't give a damn (Damn, damn)
Keep a 40 on me every night, I'ma go to the fam (Boy)
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