[Lil Uzi Vert]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Oh my God
Yeah
Y'all niggas be workin' so hard
I don't do nothin'
I don't do shit (Lil Uzi)
Y'all want this shit so bad (Lil Uzi, I swear)
Y'all want it? Come on, you can have it
Uh, uh, uh, hurry up, hurry up, take this shit (Nuh-nuh)
Take it 'fore I take it back (Hurry up)
Let's go
[Lil Uzi Vert]
Open up a loaf of bread then spread it out
I remember I almost ain't make it out (Yeah)
You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out
She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?"
I said, "No, I cannot, I can beat it out"
Put it in and she screamin' like, "Take it out" (Ouch)
There's no feelings when I'm no relations now
I had got money then took the paper route (Yeah)
My deposit, it look just look like my saving now
Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now
But don't worry 'cause we gonna break him out
Cook the crack like a chef so I base it out (Master chef)
Okay, mama-mama, that's my baby now
Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now
I just made me a hundred and eighty now
That's how much the promoter be payin' out
[Lil Uzi Vert]
What you gon' do (Yeah, huh)
When they come for you? (Yeah, huh)
What you gon' do (Yeah, huh)
When they come for you? (Yeah, huh)
I don't wear boots (Yeah, huh)
But I'm off the boot (Yeah, huh)
I don't ever lose, I don't ever snooze
'Cause I just popped me two blues (Yeah)
No, I don't follow no rules
Fuck your bitch right out the sole of her shoes (Yeah)
That Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean, yeah
These niggas stealin' my moves (Yeah)
Five-seveN, Five-seveN, Five-seveN, Five, FN bust your tie, yeah
Put it right in her neck just like a tie
I go to her crib just with my fire
I got a thot live on my opp's block
She always give up the drop (Drop)
We always gon' be on top
Whether you like it or not (Not)
My chain too cold, but I'm hot, made it colder
Hit from the back, she make me say, "Woah, there" (Let's go)
I hit that girl, made her pull her rotor (Okay)
I hit that, then I had break my shoulder (Yeah-yeah)
[Lil Uzi Vert]
Open up a loaf of bread then spread it out (Oww)
I remember I almost ain't make it out (Oww)
You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out (Ooh)
She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?" (Yeah)
I said, "No, I cannot, I can beat it out" (Eww)
Put it in and she screamin' like, "Take it out" (Ouch)
There's no feelings when I'm no relations now (Yeah)
I had got money then took the paper route (Let's go)
My deposit, it look just look like my saving now (Yeah)
Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (Woo)
But don't worry 'cause we gonna break him out
Cook the crack like a chef so I base it out (Master chef)
Okay, mama-mama, that's my baby now (Mama-mama)
Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (Yeah)
I just made me a hundred and eighty now
That's how much the promoter be payin' out (Lil Uzi)
[Young Nudy]
Ha, ha, ha
I got your bitch over here promotin' my nuts (I got your bitch)
Yeah, your ho is a slut, hit her from the back, nigga, in her guts (Give me that)
Yeah, slap it on her butt, whole lotta white stuff on her butt (Yeah)
I know that ho freaky, she's a nut (Yeah)
She just sucked me up, young nigga goin' nuts (Uh-huh)
Uh, Glock 17 holdin' the nuts, y'all niggas really frontin' for what?
Get a pussy nigga bust for nothin' (Fa-fa)
All that talkin', need to hush it (Bluffin')
Kill a nigga for the money, frontin'
In the hood, hoes stuntin', money (Stuntin')
In the booty club throwin' money (Money)
Just like a diamond, nigga, know I'm shinin'
And I do this shit Monday through Sunday
Y'all broke as fuck, can't get no money (Huh)
I laugh at these niggas, they ain't doin' nothin' (Nah)
Yeah, I smoke big blunt, I smoke big blunt, bitch, I big stunt
Everybody know that Slime got a big gun
Niggas be playin'
When I point my finger, they gon' shoot somethin' (Fa-fa)
[Lil Uzi Vert]
Open up a loaf of bread then spread it out
I remember I almost ain't make it out
You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out
She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?"
I said, "No, I cannot, I can beat it out" (Nah)
Put it in and she screamin' like, "Take it out"
There's no feelings when I'm no relations now
I had got money then took the paper route
My deposit, it look just look like my saving now
Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now
But don't worry 'cause we gonna break him out
Cook the crack like a chef so I base it out (Let's go)
Okay, mama-mama, that's my baby now
Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (Let's go)
I just made me a hundred and eighty now
That's how much the promoter be payin' out (Yeah)
[ Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, you know this shit play about the Lil Uzi Vert, and
If I were to came out with this a couple years back
I would've been in the video, like, Fendi belt (Ugh), Trues on
Shit like that, yeah
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