(EA 2)
(EA 2)
Woah
Yeah, new contract, I read mines (huh?)
They said I was lost (huh?)
They thought I was a dead guy (yes)
I was on that NOS (Lil Uzi)
Smallest car is a Redeye (skrrt)
Smokin' gas, don't cough
But it gave me the red eye (woah)
Yeah, new contract, I read mines (huh?)
They said I was lost (huh?)
They thought I was a dead guy (yes)
I was on that NOS (Lil Uzi)
Smallest car is a Redeye (skrrt)
Smokin' gas, don't cough
But it gave me the red eye (woah)
Alright, alright, alright
I swear everything's alright
Everybody thought I was leanin'
I was really triple beanin'
All white, all white, all white, but I'm really still the demon
She tryna show off for Uzi, that's for sure
I don't share my drop, but she still got my lo'
Can't you tell I'm in that mode?
Can't you tell I'm in that mode? Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm here to stay, that's the way it's gonna go
Your bitch called my phone just the other day (the other day)
Told 'em I'ma eat out just like ándale (just like ándale)
Takin' all these drugs, I got funny face (I got a funny face)
Mama text my phone, ask me, "You okay?" (I'm good, ma)
Mama, swear we good, hundred on the way (we good, ma, woah)
Yeah, new contract, I read mines (huh?)
They said I was lost (huh?)
They thought I was a dead guy (yes)
I was on that NOS (Lil Uzi)
Smallest car is a Redeye (skrrt)
Smokin' gas, don't cough
But it gave me the red eye (woah)
Yeah, new contract, I read mines (huh?)
They said I was lost (huh?)
They thought I was a dead guy (yes)
I was on that NOS (Lil Uzi)
Smallest car is a Redeye (skrrt)
Smokin' gas, don't cough
But it gave me the red eyes (woah)
Your bitch called my phone just the other day (the other day)
Told 'em I'ma eat out just like ándale (just like ándale)
Takin' all these drugs, I got funny face (I got a funny face)
Mama text my phone, ask me, "You okay?" (I'm good, ma)
Mama, swear we good, hundred on the way (we good, ma)
Lil Uzi Vert - Eternal Atake 2 Album Lyrics
Lil Uzi Vert - Eternal Atake 2 Lyrics
(Featuring Big Time Rush)
Writer: Symere Woods, Magnus Hoiberg, Ebony Oshunrinde
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Light Year (Practice)
I like real ratchet bitches (keep goin')
I mean real ratchet bitches (brr, keep goin')
I see all these girls and they lookin' so thick (keep goin')
But I got real racks to get (real racks to get, I ain't worried 'bout them)
Rick Owen match the beam, yes, I sleep in designer
Eatin' my cereal with ice-ice diamonds
So when I'm eatin' breakfast, I'm shinin' (yeah)
Tony Hawk, Lil Uzi be grindin'
Diamonds, they pissy and Issey Raf Simons
I'ma be litty, I'll wait 'til I'm fifty
No, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me
She suckin' Daytona and every time that she go deep throat
It feel like the hemi (feel like hemi)
At the least, it's a burst, I don't do no semi
Like I don't think a purse could hold all these new bands (let's go)
Like racks look so dumb in my pants
I got so much like I need a suitcase, like
I'm the type of nigga beat my case
And the motherf*ckin' judge never saw my face
Look at them now
Know it's some niggas that think I'm a clown
That's cool, this money can, um, get you down
Bitch, we in Philly with three thousand rounds
Nobody want smoke, we got beef out of town
Niggas be like, "Why you always out of town?"
Shit, I'm on the jet with this pound (huh?)
(Universe slide in the 250, listen for a jet, jet feel like a plane)
Let's go
Okay, let's talk 'bout the pape'
I got all types of cake, I made three M's off eighths
Made like fifty off hate, and I'm still on my shit, and I'm rich, no debate
Pardon my Wraith, I mean this is a spaceship
My girl lookin' good, always think of you lesser
In my bedroom and my eyes'll undress her
Her head on the dresser like, "Damn, girl, you sexy"
Shout out my Patek, my Patek my bestie
Been ballin' so long, I swear I need an ESPY
Diamond my neck, yeah, that shit like Wayne Gretzky
Now he got the switch, but he used to watch Jessie
Disney Channel, that nigga be catchy
I'm catchy too, but I watched Ed, Edd n Eddy
Need to stretch all these fake-ass niggas 'cause they fetty
I ain't gon' lie, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they (woah)
Think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
Think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they (woah)
I got the fan on me just like I'm Jake (huh?)
Money all over the place
Diamonds cleansin' your face just like us, like a vase
No, I never f*cked your bitch, I'm just smashin' her face
I got glass on the bezel, got glass on the face
But it came like this, it's a factory date
These niggas pussy, they soft like a chafer
Irritatin' that bitch, you so aggravatin'
F*ck you thought, that I lost?
I'm swaggin', I'm awesome, I'm saucy, my brain, I lost it
Just like Randy, put my arm out, I'm awesome
Put a hole in the nigga like a dolphin
I told my big bro we ain't takin' losses
I got some secret money in the coffin
Smokin' the Candy Shop, it got me coughin'
Bitch, it's so hot like I turned on defroster
I'm fast off the nitrous, ain't mess up a billi'
How you say that I'm soft when I'm always revealin' you?
Got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess who's the villain?
He call sixteen hoes, shit, I guess he a dunzo
Now she be on two drums, on your bongo
Smoke so much, I don't know where my lungs go
Stand on my money, I'm tall as Mutombo
Come to my block, yeah, it look like a gun show
Trap out apartments, it's only a front door
Puttin' on for my block 'fore I could leave, fronto
Put my arms in my hoodie, this shit look like a puncho
If I stand on the money, then I'm tall like Huncho
Look, I ain't tryna tussle, end of discussion
My shooter with me got bodies like he Russian
Fast money, slow money, I don't care, I ain't rushin'
My block hot, this shit like an oven
This shit like an oven, this shit, it be bustin'
I ain't Hollywood, do some shit for my cousin (yeah)
Done what I'm posed to, but that shit wasn't nothin'
I just got a nigga hit for like four or five onions
I just came from the A with like four or five buttons
(Eternal Atake 2)
I mean real ratchet bitches (brr, keep goin')
I see all these girls and they lookin' so thick (keep goin')
But I got real racks to get (real racks to get, I ain't worried 'bout them)
Rick Owen match the beam, yes, I sleep in designer
Eatin' my cereal with ice-ice diamonds
So when I'm eatin' breakfast, I'm shinin' (yeah)
Tony Hawk, Lil Uzi be grindin'
Diamonds, they pissy and Issey Raf Simons
I'ma be litty, I'll wait 'til I'm fifty
No, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me
She suckin' Daytona and every time that she go deep throat
It feel like the hemi (feel like hemi)
At the least, it's a burst, I don't do no semi
Like I don't think a purse could hold all these new bands (let's go)
Like racks look so dumb in my pants
I got so much like I need a suitcase, like
I'm the type of nigga beat my case
And the motherf*ckin' judge never saw my face
Look at them now
Know it's some niggas that think I'm a clown
That's cool, this money can, um, get you down
Bitch, we in Philly with three thousand rounds
Nobody want smoke, we got beef out of town
Niggas be like, "Why you always out of town?"
Shit, I'm on the jet with this pound (huh?)
(Universe slide in the 250, listen for a jet, jet feel like a plane)
Let's go
Okay, let's talk 'bout the pape'
I got all types of cake, I made three M's off eighths
Made like fifty off hate, and I'm still on my shit, and I'm rich, no debate
Pardon my Wraith, I mean this is a spaceship
My girl lookin' good, always think of you lesser
In my bedroom and my eyes'll undress her
Her head on the dresser like, "Damn, girl, you sexy"
Shout out my Patek, my Patek my bestie
Been ballin' so long, I swear I need an ESPY
Diamond my neck, yeah, that shit like Wayne Gretzky
Now he got the switch, but he used to watch Jessie
Disney Channel, that nigga be catchy
I'm catchy too, but I watched Ed, Edd n Eddy
Need to stretch all these fake-ass niggas 'cause they fetty
I ain't gon' lie, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they (woah)
Think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
Think that they ready, I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they (woah)
I got the fan on me just like I'm Jake (huh?)
Money all over the place
Diamonds cleansin' your face just like us, like a vase
No, I never f*cked your bitch, I'm just smashin' her face
I got glass on the bezel, got glass on the face
But it came like this, it's a factory date
These niggas pussy, they soft like a chafer
Irritatin' that bitch, you so aggravatin'
F*ck you thought, that I lost?
I'm swaggin', I'm awesome, I'm saucy, my brain, I lost it
Just like Randy, put my arm out, I'm awesome
Put a hole in the nigga like a dolphin
I told my big bro we ain't takin' losses
I got some secret money in the coffin
Smokin' the Candy Shop, it got me coughin'
Bitch, it's so hot like I turned on defroster
I'm fast off the nitrous, ain't mess up a billi'
How you say that I'm soft when I'm always revealin' you?
Got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess who's the villain?
He call sixteen hoes, shit, I guess he a dunzo
Now she be on two drums, on your bongo
Smoke so much, I don't know where my lungs go
Stand on my money, I'm tall as Mutombo
Come to my block, yeah, it look like a gun show
Trap out apartments, it's only a front door
Puttin' on for my block 'fore I could leave, fronto
Put my arms in my hoodie, this shit look like a puncho
If I stand on the money, then I'm tall like Huncho
Look, I ain't tryna tussle, end of discussion
My shooter with me got bodies like he Russian
Fast money, slow money, I don't care, I ain't rushin'
My block hot, this shit like an oven
This shit like an oven, this shit, it be bustin'
I ain't Hollywood, do some shit for my cousin (yeah)
Done what I'm posed to, but that shit wasn't nothin'
I just got a nigga hit for like four or five onions
I just came from the A with like four or five buttons
(Eternal Atake 2)
Writer: Symere Woods, Brandon Veal, Kidus Adal
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Meteor Man
Tell 'em don't call my phone (phone), call my phone, yeah (hello?)
I don't even need these hoes (woah), leave me 'lone (woah)
Since I was in Comme, yeah, yeah, I wear Comme, yeah, huh
Comme des Garçons, hmm, yeah, your bitch in my home, yeah, huh
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (huh, yeah)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (huh, ayy)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (hah, what?)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (let's go, ayy)
Yeah, swag, yeah, swag, yeah, swag, yeah (swag, swag)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Coupe and this bitch out of roof (roof)
Bitch tryna f*ck off the boot (boot)
She out of Baltimore too (too)
She got that Baltimore tooth (yeah)
Diamonds, they hit like Ray Lew (yeah)
All of my Baltimore screws (yeah)
Water on me and my shoes (yeah)
Just like a portable hoop (yeah)
I flew your ho out, yeah, she was a portable (yeah)
I flew your ho out 'cause she was affordable (yeah)
Pussy so wet like Adult Swim, she gave me more of it
I told her oral
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
Don't like me, don't give a f*ck (yeah)
Your bitch out here still gettin' f*cked (too bad)
It's the aura, his money shorter
Active, boy, is the question rhetorical?
Pull up in Hellcat, Ace Ventura (yeah, yeah)
If it's beef, turn a nigga to a porter
Saw LB, it's nothin' but the water
She what I need, she love my daughter
And she twenty-three, so she under a quarter
I make hits, them songs for hits
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a hit, suck my dick
I got hoes in the back of the whip
I got hoes in the front of the whip
I got hoes on some Blood shit
I got hoes that hold my grip
I got hoes, they don' talk 'bout shit
I got hoes that be on counterfeit
I got hoes on scammin' shit
Some of my hoes pop Xans and shit (yeah)
Shit, that pussy got drip on lip (on lip)
After I f*ck, then a nigga gotta dip (gotta dip)
Tryna get me touched, then a nigga gettin' dipped (get dipped)
Give 'em less money 'cause the bag gon' flip (gon' flip)
I got hoes on scammin' shit (shit)
Some of my hoes pop Xans and shit (shit)
Shit, that pussy got drip on lip (let's go)
After I f*ck, then a nigga gotta dip
Tryna get me touched, then a nigga gettin' dipped
Give 'em less money 'cause the bag gon' flip (gon' flip)
I'll get a girl real Rick (yeah)
Rick Owen jeans and shit, yeah
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (woah)
(Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah)
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura, yeah
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (let's go)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (woah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah
I don't even need these hoes (woah), leave me 'lone (woah)
Since I was in Comme, yeah, yeah, I wear Comme, yeah, huh
Comme des Garçons, hmm, yeah, your bitch in my home, yeah, huh
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (huh, yeah)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (huh, ayy)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (hah, what?)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (let's go, ayy)
Yeah, swag, yeah, swag, yeah, swag, yeah (swag, swag)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Coupe and this bitch out of roof (roof)
Bitch tryna f*ck off the boot (boot)
She out of Baltimore too (too)
She got that Baltimore tooth (yeah)
Diamonds, they hit like Ray Lew (yeah)
All of my Baltimore screws (yeah)
Water on me and my shoes (yeah)
Just like a portable hoop (yeah)
I flew your ho out, yeah, she was a portable (yeah)
I flew your ho out 'cause she was affordable (yeah)
Pussy so wet like Adult Swim, she gave me more of it
I told her oral
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
Don't like me, don't give a f*ck (yeah)
Your bitch out here still gettin' f*cked (too bad)
It's the aura, his money shorter
Active, boy, is the question rhetorical?
Pull up in Hellcat, Ace Ventura (yeah, yeah)
If it's beef, turn a nigga to a porter
Saw LB, it's nothin' but the water
She what I need, she love my daughter
And she twenty-three, so she under a quarter
I make hits, them songs for hits
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a hit, suck my dick
I got hoes in the back of the whip
I got hoes in the front of the whip
I got hoes on some Blood shit
I got hoes that hold my grip
I got hoes, they don' talk 'bout shit
I got hoes that be on counterfeit
I got hoes on scammin' shit
Some of my hoes pop Xans and shit (yeah)
Shit, that pussy got drip on lip (on lip)
After I f*ck, then a nigga gotta dip (gotta dip)
Tryna get me touched, then a nigga gettin' dipped (get dipped)
Give 'em less money 'cause the bag gon' flip (gon' flip)
I got hoes on scammin' shit (shit)
Some of my hoes pop Xans and shit (shit)
Shit, that pussy got drip on lip (let's go)
After I f*ck, then a nigga gotta dip
Tryna get me touched, then a nigga gettin' dipped
Give 'em less money 'cause the bag gon' flip (gon' flip)
I'll get a girl real Rick (yeah)
Rick Owen jeans and shit, yeah
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (woah)
(Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah)
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura, yeah
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (let's go)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (woah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah
Writer: Symere Woods, Jalan Lowe, Magnus Hoiberg, Vladimir Grishin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Paars In The Mars
Yo, that's gas
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots (yeah)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (let's go)
I get high, high, high, high (whatever that she gon' need, yeah)
Ride with my thots (yeah, she get shit for cheap)
I get high, high, high, high (These f*ck niggas weak, yeah
Ride with my thots (yeah, she tryna die for me)
I get high, high, high, high (bitch, I'm high, yeah)
(Promethazine got me, no hope)
Bitch, I'm turnt, like yeah (that codeine, it got me, no hope)
Bitch, I'm high like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm turnt, like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm geeked, like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm turnt, like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm high, like yeah
Mexican, Latino, yeah, she like the Taki (bitch, I'm- bitch, I'm- bitch, I'm-)
Got that cash in this bitch, bitch, I'm swagged out, for sure
Been had swag for sure, huh
Probably that tic-tac-toe (let's go)
Pop X, tic-tac-toe, huh (let's go)
Smoke O's, tic-tac-toe, huh (let's go)
Nigga wanna f*ck my ho
Nigga get Peter Rolled (yeah)
I don't even need a ho
Nothing but them C-notes, ho
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no rappers (woah)
I don't give a f*ck what y'all on (let's get high like, yeah)
Shit, I'm high as f*ck, huh, and I'm smokin' strong (yeah, yeah)
And I'm geeked up like Lo, huh (yeah, yeah)
Mama ain't raised no ho, huh (yeah, yeah)
Plus, my mama too good (turnt like, yeah)
Shit, my family good
Said my mama good (mama), and grandmama good (grandmama)
Ain't seen my auntie in a while, but we misunderstood (Selena, yeah)
I'm so high off medications, I can't stand it (I'm geeked)
I just saw the reaper like I'm Billy, Mandy (yeah)
I'm too geeked up off a P, swear I'm antsy (yeah)
That's why I got level-head, I pop a Xanny
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots (yeah, let's go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woo, woo, woo, woo, lets go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woo, woo, no Tris)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woo, woo)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woo, like this)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock'
Yo, that's gas
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots (yeah)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woah, let's go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (no Tris)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock'
I do drugs, so up that XE, yeah, it bite to me, yeah (huh, huh, huh, huh)
This that Uzi Vert, that UFO, lil' I.G.P., yeah (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah)
You pop Tesla, I pop G6, that ain't bite to me, ayy, yeah
I don't give a f*ck how rich I be, I still drop striker seats (ten racks)
Black people love me like Mike Jack, B, I'll get you dropped for a fee, yeah
Mopar need to get Olympics, this is a track meet, yeah
Shawty she from New York, yeah, she get chopped for cheese
Skateboard, nigga, zoom, yeah, yeah, she tryna grind for me
This shit gas, man
This shit gas, man
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots (yeah)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (let's go)
I get high, high, high, high (whatever that she gon' need, yeah)
Ride with my thots (yeah, she get shit for cheap)
I get high, high, high, high (These f*ck niggas weak, yeah
Ride with my thots (yeah, she tryna die for me)
I get high, high, high, high (bitch, I'm high, yeah)
(Promethazine got me, no hope)
Bitch, I'm turnt, like yeah (that codeine, it got me, no hope)
Bitch, I'm high like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm turnt, like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm geeked, like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm turnt, like yeah
Huh, bitch, I'm high, like yeah
Mexican, Latino, yeah, she like the Taki (bitch, I'm- bitch, I'm- bitch, I'm-)
Got that cash in this bitch, bitch, I'm swagged out, for sure
Been had swag for sure, huh
Probably that tic-tac-toe (let's go)
Pop X, tic-tac-toe, huh (let's go)
Smoke O's, tic-tac-toe, huh (let's go)
Nigga wanna f*ck my ho
Nigga get Peter Rolled (yeah)
I don't even need a ho
Nothing but them C-notes, ho
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no rappers (woah)
I don't give a f*ck what y'all on (let's get high like, yeah)
Shit, I'm high as f*ck, huh, and I'm smokin' strong (yeah, yeah)
And I'm geeked up like Lo, huh (yeah, yeah)
Mama ain't raised no ho, huh (yeah, yeah)
Plus, my mama too good (turnt like, yeah)
Shit, my family good
Said my mama good (mama), and grandmama good (grandmama)
Ain't seen my auntie in a while, but we misunderstood (Selena, yeah)
I'm so high off medications, I can't stand it (I'm geeked)
I just saw the reaper like I'm Billy, Mandy (yeah)
I'm too geeked up off a P, swear I'm antsy (yeah)
That's why I got level-head, I pop a Xanny
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots (yeah, let's go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woo, woo, woo, woo, lets go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woo, woo, no Tris)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woo, woo)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woo, like this)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock'
Yo, that's gas
I get high, high, high, high, ride with my thots (yeah)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (woah, let's go)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' (no Tris)
I sip Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I sip Wock', Wock'
I do drugs, so up that XE, yeah, it bite to me, yeah (huh, huh, huh, huh)
This that Uzi Vert, that UFO, lil' I.G.P., yeah (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah)
You pop Tesla, I pop G6, that ain't bite to me, ayy, yeah
I don't give a f*ck how rich I be, I still drop striker seats (ten racks)
Black people love me like Mike Jack, B, I'll get you dropped for a fee, yeah
Mopar need to get Olympics, this is a track meet, yeah
Shawty she from New York, yeah, she get chopped for cheese
Skateboard, nigga, zoom, yeah, yeah, she tryna grind for me
This shit gas, man
This shit gas, man
Writer: Symere Woods, Ivison Smith, Magns Hoiberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Rush
[ Featuring Big Time Rush ]
Hey, hey, you're not Big Time Rush
Dude, you're not Big Time Rush
We're Big Time Rush
We're Big Time Rush
Lil Uzi
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo (let's go)
Woo, woo (yeah)
I get fried, I'm high, huh
Your bitch tryna f*ck (yeah)
I got so much cash (damn)
Lil Uzi been up (yeah)
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, yeah (ten, ten)
I feel like Ben 10, yeah
Ben 10, 10, Tennyson, yeah
Got a Richie on my wrist, yeah
Bet your youngest bitch, yeah
Get some-some this lit, yeah
I got cash in this, yeah
I got cash in this bitch, yeah
Look at my passion, bitch, yeah
I still wear that Rick, yeah
Diamonds gon' glow on my wrist, yeah
(Woo) Huh? (yeah)
Yves Saint Laurent hold a zip, yeah
Bitch, I'm a king like I'm Tip, yeah
Bitches, they know that I'm him, yeah
Don't ever say I'm a fan, yeah
Just like brûlée, make her crème, yeah
Have your ID with no pin, yeah
Shout out to Baby 16, yeah
They always be rockin' with me, yeah
Yeah, yeah
All of these bitches for us
Gustavo in my blunt (wow)
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Woo, woo (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woo, huh? (Woo)
Woah
I get fried, I'm high, huh
Your bitch tryna f*ck (yeah)
I got so much cash (damn)
Lil Uzi been up (yeah)
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, yeah (ten, ten)
I feel like Ben 10, yeah
Ben 10, 10, Tennyson, yeah
Got a Richie on my wrist, yeah
Bet your youngest bitch, yeah
Get some-some this lit, yeah
I got cash in this, yeah
I got cash in this bitch, yeah
Look at my passion, bitch, yeah
I still wear that Rick, yeah
Diamonds gon' glow on my wrist, yeah
(Woo) Huh? (yeah)
Yves Saint Laurent hold a zip, yeah
Bitch, I'm a king like I'm Tip, yeah
Bitches, they know that I'm him, yeah
Don't ever say I'm a fan, yeah
Just like brûlée, make her crème, yeah
Have your ID with no pin, yeah
Shout out to Baby 16, yeah
They always be rockin' with me, yeah
Yeah, yeah
All of these bitches for us (yeah)
Gustavo in my blunt (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big Time Rush, yeah
Wait, wait, wait-wait-wait
What's this?
What's this?
What is this?
Writer: Symere Woods, Brandon Veal, Daniel Greene, Emil Kaiser, Magnus Hoiberg, Markos Muniz
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Not An Option
Who ain't got guap? Stop it (stop it)
Anything I want, yeah, I cop it (cop it)
Told my bitch, "It's not an option" (yeah)
All of my whips, they got options (yeah, yeah)
This ain't even new, stop it (stop it)
She ride on the dick, do it sloppy (woah)
She say all of these boys copy (huh)
I look at her like I'm shocked (yeah)
Got a burst on vert, need a vert with the big rims
Got a burst on vert, need a vert with the big rims
(Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Woah) Been countin' dog shit since 2016, can't you tell? I can count it with ease
I don't do good with cheese, do it worst like Veeze
Count dog like fleas, got hoes, P's
F*ck them hoes, get guap, that's real shit
Anywhere I go, yeah, you know I got a big knit
I can spot a hater with this motherf*ckin' 6.6
Got a burst on Vert in a 'vert with the big rims
(Woah) Been countin' dog shit since 2016, can't you tell? I can count it with ease
I don't do good with cheese, do it worst like Veeze
Count dog like fleas, got hoes, P's
F*ck them hoes, get guap, that's real shit
Anywhere I go, yeah, you know I got a big knit
I can spot a hater with this motherf*ckin' 6.6
Got a burst on Vert in a 'vert with the big rims (huh)
Who ain't got guap? Stop it (stop it)
Anything I want, yeah, I cop it (cop it)
Told my bitch, "It's not an option" (yeah)
All of my whips, they got options (yeah, yeah)
This ain't even new, stop it (stop it)
She ride on the dick, do it sloppy (woah)
She say all of these boys copy (huh)
I look at her like I'm shocked (yeah)
Who ain't got guap? Stop it (stop it)
Anything I want, yeah, I cop it (cop it)
Told my bitch, "It's not an option" (yeah)
All of my whips, they got options (yeah, yeah)
This ain't even new, stop it (stop it)
She ride on the dick, do it sloppy (woah)
She say all of these boys copy (huh)
I look at her like I'm shocked (yeah)
Tell me now, what's the deposit? To this shit that I just, um, deposited
Tell me now, what's a deposit? To this shit that I just like an hour
Shoutout my fans, yeah, even my haters be friends, yeah
Walk around, hold my pants up 'cause I got too much bands, yeah (woah)
All white like dandruff (huh?), Yes, I make anthems (woah)
She lettin' me hit before I slip, I use my damn thumb, yeah
Bro poured a six, made look like Tris', he slammed a Fanta
I don't give a f*ck what you say about me, I'm banned up (ayy)
Huh? What?
Ayy, yeah
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Who ain't got guap? Stop it (stop it)
Anything I want, yeah, I cop it (cop it)
Told my bitch, "It's not an option" (yeah)
All of my whips, they got options (yeah, yeah)
This ain't even new, stop it (stop it)
She ride on the dick, do it sloppy (woah)
She say all of these boys copy (huh)
I look at her like I'm shocked (yeah)
For real, they do?
Nuh-uh
Anything I want, yeah, I cop it (cop it)
Told my bitch, "It's not an option" (yeah)
All of my whips, they got options (yeah, yeah)
This ain't even new, stop it (stop it)
She ride on the dick, do it sloppy (woah)
She say all of these boys copy (huh)
I look at her like I'm shocked (yeah)
Got a burst on vert, need a vert with the big rims
Got a burst on vert, need a vert with the big rims
(Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Woah) Been countin' dog shit since 2016, can't you tell? I can count it with ease
I don't do good with cheese, do it worst like Veeze
Count dog like fleas, got hoes, P's
F*ck them hoes, get guap, that's real shit
Anywhere I go, yeah, you know I got a big knit
I can spot a hater with this motherf*ckin' 6.6
Got a burst on Vert in a 'vert with the big rims
(Woah) Been countin' dog shit since 2016, can't you tell? I can count it with ease
I don't do good with cheese, do it worst like Veeze
Count dog like fleas, got hoes, P's
F*ck them hoes, get guap, that's real shit
Anywhere I go, yeah, you know I got a big knit
I can spot a hater with this motherf*ckin' 6.6
Got a burst on Vert in a 'vert with the big rims (huh)
Who ain't got guap? Stop it (stop it)
Anything I want, yeah, I cop it (cop it)
Told my bitch, "It's not an option" (yeah)
All of my whips, they got options (yeah, yeah)
This ain't even new, stop it (stop it)
She ride on the dick, do it sloppy (woah)
She say all of these boys copy (huh)
I look at her like I'm shocked (yeah)
Who ain't got guap? Stop it (stop it)
Anything I want, yeah, I cop it (cop it)
Told my bitch, "It's not an option" (yeah)
All of my whips, they got options (yeah, yeah)
This ain't even new, stop it (stop it)
She ride on the dick, do it sloppy (woah)
She say all of these boys copy (huh)
I look at her like I'm shocked (yeah)
Tell me now, what's the deposit? To this shit that I just, um, deposited
Tell me now, what's a deposit? To this shit that I just like an hour
Shoutout my fans, yeah, even my haters be friends, yeah
Walk around, hold my pants up 'cause I got too much bands, yeah (woah)
All white like dandruff (huh?), Yes, I make anthems (woah)
She lettin' me hit before I slip, I use my damn thumb, yeah
Bro poured a six, made look like Tris', he slammed a Fanta
I don't give a f*ck what you say about me, I'm banned up (ayy)
Huh? What?
Ayy, yeah
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Who ain't got guap? Stop it (stop it)
Anything I want, yeah, I cop it (cop it)
Told my bitch, "It's not an option" (yeah)
All of my whips, they got options (yeah, yeah)
This ain't even new, stop it (stop it)
She ride on the dick, do it sloppy (woah)
She say all of these boys copy (huh)
I look at her like I'm shocked (yeah)
For real, they do?
Nuh-uh
Writer: Symere Woods, Brandon Veal, Leon Balint, Numair Alam
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
She Stank
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Yeah, what? (What?)
'Cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
I ain't f*ck his bitch, uh, 'cause she stank
Yeah, huh? 'Cause she stank
Huh, what? 'Cause she stank
Yeah, I ain't f*ck his bitch, uh, 'cause she stank
Yeah, huh? What the f*ck you think?
Yeah, check my move, huh, yeah, check my move (yeah)
Yeah, check my move, huh, yeah, check my move (yeah)
Yeah, check my move, yeah, check my move
Yeah, check my move, yeah, check my move (what?)
I pop two, huh, yeah, check my move
Yeah, I go zoom, huh, yeah, this ain't new
Yeah, I'm Lil Uzi, yeah, I can't lose
Yeah, f*ck what they say, I can never go bankrupt
Niggas frauds like insurance
Yeah, she wanna pull up in that foreign (that foreign)
Yeah, and she know that I'm so gothic (I'm gothic)
Piercings all on me, but I cannot do no Prince Albert
All my diamonds racist, but my baby, yeah, she dark skin
Pull up in that spaceship, man, I race it 'cause it foreign
Yeah (yeah, yeah), everything I got is foreign
All these keys on me, I came a long way from walkin'
Yeah, I swear I'm so geeked and I ain't never get exhausted
Bitch, I'm on ten days, and I can make ten plays
'Cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
I ain't f*ck his bitch, uh, 'cause she stank
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Yeah, what? (What?)
'Cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
I ain't f*ck his bitch, uh, 'cause she stank
Yeah, huh? 'Cause she stank
Huh, what? 'Cause she stank
Yeah, I ain't f*ck his bitch, uh, 'cause she stank
Yeah, huh? What the f*ck you think?
Yeah, check my move, huh, yeah, check my move (yeah)
Yeah, check my move, huh, yeah, check my move (yeah)
Yeah, check my move, yeah, check my move
Yeah, check my move, yeah, check my move (what?)
I pop two, huh, yeah, check my move
Yeah, I go zoom, huh, yeah, this ain't new
Yeah, I'm Lil Uzi, yeah, I can't lose
Yeah, f*ck what they say, I can never go bankrupt
Niggas frauds like insurance
Yeah, she wanna pull up in that foreign (that foreign)
Yeah, and she know that I'm so gothic (I'm gothic)
Piercings all on me, but I cannot do no Prince Albert
All my diamonds racist, but my baby, yeah, she dark skin
Pull up in that spaceship, man, I race it 'cause it foreign
Yeah (yeah, yeah), everything I got is foreign
All these keys on me, I came a long way from walkin'
Yeah, I swear I'm so geeked and I ain't never get exhausted
Bitch, I'm on ten days, and I can make ten plays
'Cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
I ain't f*ck his bitch, uh, 'cause she stank
Writer: Symere Woods, Dylan Jansen, Jae Lawler, Jalan Lowe, Lawrence Parker, Magnus Hoiberg, Scott Sterling
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mr Chow
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (the 'Tek, Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Lil Uzi, yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
They said, "Turn that down," I can't 'cause I be smokin' loud
I been runnin' wild (wild), since I was a child (child)
Somewhere geeked up on a cloud (cloud)
All these girls in the crowd (crowd, woah)
They throw they panties in a pile (pile)
I hit her once and say, "Ciao" (bye)
She say that she like my style (yeah)
When I hit my dance, it make her smile (smile)
I got millions in a file (file)
I feel like Leslie Chow (yeah)
We got some hoes, we callin' 'em, bitch, I'm the goers (the goers)
These youngins went older, I still got a watch on my shoulder
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (the 'Tek, Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Lil Uzi, yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
"Uzi, what you doin'?" I'm just fallin' back
Stackin' up the bands 'til the bands collapse, uh, yeah
All this ice on me could start an avalanche
All of my draws (yeah), they come with a stamp
Your trap, it be dry, and my trap, it be damp
Me and my niggas stay in that bitch like a camp (camp)
Ever since you was high school, I'm lit like a lamp
I be forgettin' my time zones (yeah)
I'm on the K with the X and I flex
I must admit that I'm gone (gone)
Most of these niggas be hatin' don't know me
I need some skates, all this ice like a goalie
Niggas watchin' like they really the police
You really got show me, I really go OD, I'm turnt
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (the 'Tek, Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Lil Uzi, yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (the 'Tek, Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Lil Uzi, yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
They said, "Turn that down," I can't 'cause I be smokin' loud
I been runnin' wild (wild), since I was a child (child)
Somewhere geeked up on a cloud (cloud)
All these girls in the crowd (crowd, woah)
They throw they panties in a pile (pile)
I hit her once and say, "Ciao" (bye)
She say that she like my style (yeah)
When I hit my dance, it make her smile (smile)
I got millions in a file (file)
I feel like Leslie Chow (yeah)
We got some hoes, we callin' 'em, bitch, I'm the goers (the goers)
These youngins went older, I still got a watch on my shoulder
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (the 'Tek, Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Lil Uzi, yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
"Uzi, what you doin'?" I'm just fallin' back
Stackin' up the bands 'til the bands collapse, uh, yeah
All this ice on me could start an avalanche
All of my draws (yeah), they come with a stamp
Your trap, it be dry, and my trap, it be damp
Me and my niggas stay in that bitch like a camp (camp)
Ever since you was high school, I'm lit like a lamp
I be forgettin' my time zones (yeah)
I'm on the K with the X and I flex
I must admit that I'm gone (gone)
Most of these niggas be hatin' don't know me
I need some skates, all this ice like a goalie
Niggas watchin' like they really the police
You really got show me, I really go OD, I'm turnt
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (the 'Tek, Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
Bitch, I'm back outside and I'm gon' flex the check (what? Lil Uzi, yeah)
She a lil' thot, she tryna flex the neck (yeah, woah)
If I show my watch, I'ma flex the 'Tek (Patek)
Shawty, she a bop, knots get her extra wet (yeah)
Writer: Symere Woods, Brandon Veal, Jai'el Blackmon, Michael Joseph Alberro
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyft Em Up
Yeah
Yeah
I'm runnin' through shit, yeah, yeah
I'm runnin' through shit like I'm not even really tryna make a hit
Most of these niggas, they talk out they lip
'Til you pull up right there with the forty, the forty
I never go less than forty my wrist
I never go less than .40 my hip
I never go less than thirty my stick
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft
Please don't get lifted
Please don't get lifted (woah)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted (huh?)
Please don't get lifted (woah)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted
At the least, thirty right there in my clip
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft
Please don't get lifted
Please don't get lifted
Bro spun the opps so much, yeah, they don't exist
We got the V on the tech, yeah, spin out the Honda, it drift (skrrt)
She thought I really wasn't on shit, thought I ain't know how to bip
Most of these niggas, they think that I'm feminine 'cause I just walk with a switch (grrt-grrt)
You see my pockets? Bitch, they fat, the opposite of Ozempic
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, you know I still be in them trenches (yeah)
You would think Lil Ho my lil' cousin way I got all this lululemon (woah)
That's for my niggas that be motherf*ckin' spinnin', check on his head and it's pendin' (phew)
Yeah, .223 barrel be spinnin' (yeah), split his head, sour like lemon
Huh? What? I'm on a mission, I ain't been this lit in a minute (huh? What?)
I ain't been this rich in a minute, band for band, I go digit for digit (yeah)
Yeah, he was a bitch, now he in a zip (yeah)
Damn, we ran out of-, now he don't exist
Bro got a ruler (ruler), the end of his stick
Jumped in the Uber (Uber), he should've got a Lyft (woah)
Please don't get lifted (woah)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted (huh?)
Please don't get lifted (woah)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted
At the least, thirty right there in my clip
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft (woah)
I'm not the shooter, got mine for protection
I turn to the shooter if he keep deflection
She was givin' me necklace, I'm missin' my exit (dang)
She was doin' her bestest, I know that she restless (woah)
I'm not the shooter, got mine for protection
I turn to the shooter if he keep deflection
She was givin' me necklace, I'm missin' my exit (dang)
She was doin' her bestest, I know that she restless
(Please don't get lifted, woah)
Lil Uzi (please don't get lifted, yeah)
Don't forget a nigga one of the f*ckin' greatest ever (please don't get lifted, huh?)
(Please don't get lifted, woah)
Tehe, yeah (please don't get lifted, yeah)
Huh? What? Huh? (Please don't get lifted)
(Please don't get lifted, woah)
Uzi (please don't get lifted)
Yeah
I'm runnin' through shit, yeah, yeah
I'm runnin' through shit like I'm not even really tryna make a hit
Most of these niggas, they talk out they lip
'Til you pull up right there with the forty, the forty
I never go less than forty my wrist
I never go less than .40 my hip
I never go less than thirty my stick
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft
Please don't get lifted
Please don't get lifted (woah)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted (huh?)
Please don't get lifted (woah)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted
At the least, thirty right there in my clip
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft
Please don't get lifted
Please don't get lifted
Bro spun the opps so much, yeah, they don't exist
We got the V on the tech, yeah, spin out the Honda, it drift (skrrt)
She thought I really wasn't on shit, thought I ain't know how to bip
Most of these niggas, they think that I'm feminine 'cause I just walk with a switch (grrt-grrt)
You see my pockets? Bitch, they fat, the opposite of Ozempic
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, you know I still be in them trenches (yeah)
You would think Lil Ho my lil' cousin way I got all this lululemon (woah)
That's for my niggas that be motherf*ckin' spinnin', check on his head and it's pendin' (phew)
Yeah, .223 barrel be spinnin' (yeah), split his head, sour like lemon
Huh? What? I'm on a mission, I ain't been this lit in a minute (huh? What?)
I ain't been this rich in a minute, band for band, I go digit for digit (yeah)
Yeah, he was a bitch, now he in a zip (yeah)
Damn, we ran out of-, now he don't exist
Bro got a ruler (ruler), the end of his stick
Jumped in the Uber (Uber), he should've got a Lyft (woah)
Please don't get lifted (woah)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted (huh?)
Please don't get lifted (woah)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted
At the least, thirty right there in my clip
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft (woah)
I'm not the shooter, got mine for protection
I turn to the shooter if he keep deflection
She was givin' me necklace, I'm missin' my exit (dang)
She was doin' her bestest, I know that she restless (woah)
I'm not the shooter, got mine for protection
I turn to the shooter if he keep deflection
She was givin' me necklace, I'm missin' my exit (dang)
She was doin' her bestest, I know that she restless
(Please don't get lifted, woah)
Lil Uzi (please don't get lifted, yeah)
Don't forget a nigga one of the f*ckin' greatest ever (please don't get lifted, huh?)
(Please don't get lifted, woah)
Tehe, yeah (please don't get lifted, yeah)
Huh? What? Huh? (Please don't get lifted)
(Please don't get lifted, woah)
Uzi (please don't get lifted)
Writer: Symere Woods, Brandon Veal, Bryce Frizell, Travis Nelson Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chips and Dip
How the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a '63?
How the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a '63? (Huh?)
And I heard that that bitch a lease and your main broad drive a Mitsubishi (yeah)
Lil Uzi Vert, I'm applyin' pressure (yeah)
Kit on the Glock got a five vector (brrah)
I'm that nigga 'round in my sector
She gave me brain, I went to the- (Lil Uzi, ah)
Huh? Lil Uzi (yeah)
Ha, Lil Uzi (ah)
Rockstar, rockstar (Lil Uzi Vert, ah)
Yeah (Lil Uzi, rock)
Bitch, my money straight like some f*ckin' braces
I be in the cut like like some f*ckin' waves (yeah)
If she not with me, then she f*ckin' played (yeah)
Get the chips and then I dip like some f*ckin' Lays (chips and then I dip)
How the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a '63? (Huh?)
And I heard that that bitch a lease and your main broad drive a Mitsubishi (huh?)
Lil Uzi Vert, I'm applyin' pressure (yeah)
Kit on the Glock, got a five vector (yeah)
I'm that nigga 'round in my sector
She gave me brain all way to the lecture (woah)
Millions of bands, reload it, I did on my doly
Cheese in my pockets, stromboli (woah, yeah)
She get on top and she show me, she blow me
This bitch get so super domey (huh?)
Cash stick out of my pants, I swear I'm reloadin'
I go to bed in a Rollie
Wake up, I jump in my Lamb' and I'm smashin', I go outside in the Patek
Millions of bands, reload it, I did on my doly
Cheese in my pockets, stromboli (yeah)
She get on top and she show me, she blow me (yeah)
This bitch get so super domey (yeah)
Cash stick out of my pants, I swear I'm reloadin'
I go to bed in a Rollie
Wake up, I jump in my Lamb' and I'm smashin', I go outside in the Patek
I'm not pappin', you be drawn, this my Philly accent
Pockets strong like some arms, look like Bobby Lashley
Speakin' of strong, I smoke loud, I am never absent
Put that Glock inside of my purse, this bitch hold attachments
All-white like I'm Mr. Clean, yellow diamond look like SunnyD
How the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a '63? (Huh?)
And I heard that that bitch a lease and your main broad drive a Mitsubishi (huh?)
Lil Uzi Vert, I'm applyin' pressure (yeah)
Kit on the Glock, got a five vector (yeah)
I'm that nigga 'round in my sector
She gave me brain all way to the lecture (woah)
Millions of bands, reload it, I did on my doly
Cheese in my pockets, stromboli (yeah, yeah)
She get on top and she show me, she blow me
This bitch get so super domey (yeah)
Cash stick out of my pants, I swear I'm reloadin'
I go to bed in a Rollie
Bitch, my money straight like some f*ckin' braces (yeah)
I be in the cut like like some f*ckin' waves (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If she not with me then she f*ckin' played (yeah)
Get the chips and then I dip like some f*ckin' Lays (get the chips and then I dip)
Grrah
Uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lil Uzi
How the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a '63? (Huh?)
And I heard that that bitch a lease and your main broad drive a Mitsubishi (yeah)
Lil Uzi Vert, I'm applyin' pressure (yeah)
Kit on the Glock got a five vector (brrah)
I'm that nigga 'round in my sector
She gave me brain, I went to the- (Lil Uzi, ah)
Huh? Lil Uzi (yeah)
Ha, Lil Uzi (ah)
Rockstar, rockstar (Lil Uzi Vert, ah)
Yeah (Lil Uzi, rock)
Bitch, my money straight like some f*ckin' braces
I be in the cut like like some f*ckin' waves (yeah)
If she not with me, then she f*ckin' played (yeah)
Get the chips and then I dip like some f*ckin' Lays (chips and then I dip)
How the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a '63? (Huh?)
And I heard that that bitch a lease and your main broad drive a Mitsubishi (huh?)
Lil Uzi Vert, I'm applyin' pressure (yeah)
Kit on the Glock, got a five vector (yeah)
I'm that nigga 'round in my sector
She gave me brain all way to the lecture (woah)
Millions of bands, reload it, I did on my doly
Cheese in my pockets, stromboli (woah, yeah)
She get on top and she show me, she blow me
This bitch get so super domey (huh?)
Cash stick out of my pants, I swear I'm reloadin'
I go to bed in a Rollie
Wake up, I jump in my Lamb' and I'm smashin', I go outside in the Patek
Millions of bands, reload it, I did on my doly
Cheese in my pockets, stromboli (yeah)
She get on top and she show me, she blow me (yeah)
This bitch get so super domey (yeah)
Cash stick out of my pants, I swear I'm reloadin'
I go to bed in a Rollie
Wake up, I jump in my Lamb' and I'm smashin', I go outside in the Patek
I'm not pappin', you be drawn, this my Philly accent
Pockets strong like some arms, look like Bobby Lashley
Speakin' of strong, I smoke loud, I am never absent
Put that Glock inside of my purse, this bitch hold attachments
All-white like I'm Mr. Clean, yellow diamond look like SunnyD
How the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a '63? (Huh?)
And I heard that that bitch a lease and your main broad drive a Mitsubishi (huh?)
Lil Uzi Vert, I'm applyin' pressure (yeah)
Kit on the Glock, got a five vector (yeah)
I'm that nigga 'round in my sector
She gave me brain all way to the lecture (woah)
Millions of bands, reload it, I did on my doly
Cheese in my pockets, stromboli (yeah, yeah)
She get on top and she show me, she blow me
This bitch get so super domey (yeah)
Cash stick out of my pants, I swear I'm reloadin'
I go to bed in a Rollie
Bitch, my money straight like some f*ckin' braces (yeah)
I be in the cut like like some f*ckin' waves (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If she not with me then she f*ckin' played (yeah)
Get the chips and then I dip like some f*ckin' Lays (get the chips and then I dip)
Grrah
Uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lil Uzi
Writer: Symere Woods, Brandon Veal
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Black Hole
I just was broke
Now I'm gettin' cash and these niggas all know
I been f*ckin' hoes way before I had these shows
She tryna f*ck the gang like this shit the Bang Bros (woah)
She said I can sing, yeah, she likin' all my flows (woah)
Studio, same thing, I ain't even change clothes
They tryna play me like a lame bro
Twenty thousand, get a band, thirty thousand come with angles
They caught the right angle on the pic', yeah, it's gon' be a case closed
Ride, uh
My niggas ride, uh
My niggas slide, yeah
Make this bitch cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get higher and higher
Send him to, up to the fire
Up to the fire
Yeah, f*ck we need the bags for?
F*ck, we gon' kill em all (kill 'em all)
F*ck we need the bags for? (Yeah)
Cash in the cash drawers (yeah)
Shit, my life amazing and I been that nigga, but
F*ck all that, let's fast forward (huh?)
Yeah, I been gettin' guap for a long time
I'm from Philly, but it's still free Slime (yeah)
YSL, Yves Saint Laurent, heard that bitch wan' lay up
I don't wanna f*ck, that's a lay-up
It's a setup 'cause I'm one of one
Got two guns, but I'm one of one
Yeah, they know that I'm never done
Came back with my second run
Still gettin' money in like all month (f*ck, yeah)
I just was broke (broke)
Now I'm gettin' cash and these niggas all know (know)
I been f*ckin' hoes way before I had these shows
She tryna f*ck the gang like this shit the Bang Bros (woah)
She said I can sing, yeah, she likin' all my flows (woah)
Studio, same thing, I ain't even change clothes
They tryna play me like a lame bro
Twenty thousand, get a band, thirty thousand come with angles
They caught the right angle on the pic', yeah, it's gon' be a case closed
Ride, uh
My niggas ride, uh
My niggas slide, yeah
Make this bitch cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get higher and higher
Send him to, up to the fire
Up to the fire
Yeah
Now I'm gettin' cash and these niggas all know
I been f*ckin' hoes way before I had these shows
She tryna f*ck the gang like this shit the Bang Bros (woah)
She said I can sing, yeah, she likin' all my flows (woah)
Studio, same thing, I ain't even change clothes
They tryna play me like a lame bro
Twenty thousand, get a band, thirty thousand come with angles
They caught the right angle on the pic', yeah, it's gon' be a case closed
Ride, uh
My niggas ride, uh
My niggas slide, yeah
Make this bitch cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get higher and higher
Send him to, up to the fire
Up to the fire
Yeah, f*ck we need the bags for?
F*ck, we gon' kill em all (kill 'em all)
F*ck we need the bags for? (Yeah)
Cash in the cash drawers (yeah)
Shit, my life amazing and I been that nigga, but
F*ck all that, let's fast forward (huh?)
Yeah, I been gettin' guap for a long time
I'm from Philly, but it's still free Slime (yeah)
YSL, Yves Saint Laurent, heard that bitch wan' lay up
I don't wanna f*ck, that's a lay-up
It's a setup 'cause I'm one of one
Got two guns, but I'm one of one
Yeah, they know that I'm never done
Came back with my second run
Still gettin' money in like all month (f*ck, yeah)
I just was broke (broke)
Now I'm gettin' cash and these niggas all know (know)
I been f*ckin' hoes way before I had these shows
She tryna f*ck the gang like this shit the Bang Bros (woah)
She said I can sing, yeah, she likin' all my flows (woah)
Studio, same thing, I ain't even change clothes
They tryna play me like a lame bro
Twenty thousand, get a band, thirty thousand come with angles
They caught the right angle on the pic', yeah, it's gon' be a case closed
Ride, uh
My niggas ride, uh
My niggas slide, yeah
Make this bitch cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get higher and higher
Send him to, up to the fire
Up to the fire
Yeah
Writer: Symere Woods, Brandon Veal, Khalil Key, Rima
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chill Bae
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me (to me, to me, to me)
Baby, don't do it to me, do it to me (yeah)
Please don't do the most right now (yeah)
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right (I can move on from it)
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me (to me, to me)
Baby, don't do it to me (don't do it), do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Slidin', I'm on tour right now
When I hit you up, you always hit ignore right now
And I don't understand why you mad at the boy right now
'Cause I know you wouldn't want me, I was poor right now
Tears on my face, they droppin' and they pour right down
'Cause I know what you really are, he ain't on right now
And I know I'll buy you anything in store right now
Man, our love, yeah, it feels like a chore right now, yeah
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
I met you on a whole different wave
I know nowadays, we be goin' in space
I know nowadays, you be goin' out late
I know nowadays, sister was your safe place
Oh, I know nowadays, that I came too strong
Yeah, I know nowadays that I really ain't the one
Yeah, I know nowadays that you don't even like my song
It's your reflection from everything I do, so I'ma call
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now (yeah)
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me (shit f*cked up)
Baby, don't do it to me, do it to me
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me (to me, to me, to me)
Baby, don't do it to me, do it to me (yeah)
Please don't do the most right now (yeah)
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right (I can move on from it)
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me (to me, to me)
Baby, don't do it to me (don't do it), do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Slidin', I'm on tour right now
When I hit you up, you always hit ignore right now
And I don't understand why you mad at the boy right now
'Cause I know you wouldn't want me, I was poor right now
Tears on my face, they droppin' and they pour right down
'Cause I know what you really are, he ain't on right now
And I know I'll buy you anything in store right now
Man, our love, yeah, it feels like a chore right now, yeah
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
I met you on a whole different wave
I know nowadays, we be goin' in space
I know nowadays, you be goin' out late
I know nowadays, sister was your safe place
Oh, I know nowadays, that I came too strong
Yeah, I know nowadays that I really ain't the one
Yeah, I know nowadays that you don't even like my song
It's your reflection from everything I do, so I'ma call
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Baby, don't do it to me, don't do it to me
Please don't do the most right now
If I hit you up, please don't go ghost right now (yeah)
Don't do it to me, don't do it to me (shit f*cked up)
Baby, don't do it to me, do it to me
Writer: Symere Woods, Ivison Smith, Luca Berman, Magnus Hoiberg, Nathaniel Hill Kim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Goddard Song
You know, like, no matter what you do
If you put it on the internet, someone's gonna hate it
Like, no matter what, someone's gonna hate it
But it's fine, like, I get to have fun, like, I'm here and I get to do this
So I don't care, they're on the internet, doesn't matter
I could break down the swag, but I don't even wanna give it up
Bad bitch tryna give it up
She tryna f*ck me, I told her, "Nuh-uh-uh"
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
I could break down the swag, but I don't even wanna give it up
Bad bitch tryna give it up
She tryna f*ck me, I told her, "Nuh-uh-uh"
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
She tryna eat up the swag
She tryna play with me, let's take her
She tryna baby me, migrate her
She tryna flavor me, lifesaver
I might go gator feet, I'm playing
We in the club, three deep with paper
Wait, where the haters be? That table
Mama, I'm on TV, we made it
I ain't gon' let no nigga take it
I be sleepin' in the A.M., I don't eat breakfast, lil' baby, that rude
And if I do eat breakfast, I like the waffles over the lil' pancakes, lil' boo
Basically, what I'm sayin', if you get what I'm sayin', then you'll pour a deuce
And I love your pussy, but, but, I'm in love with the maple (I'm in love with the lean)
I'm in love with the maple (drinkin' up all of these bitches, not me)
I'm in love with the syrup
I'm in love with the bitch for sure
Yeah, the syrup cost more than yours
Yeah, the syrup thicker than yours
And I pull up in a brand new Urus
I could break down the swag, but I don't even wanna give it up
Bad bitch tryna give it up
She tryna f*ck me, I told her, "Nuh-uh-uh"
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
I could break down the swag, but I don't even wanna give it up
Bad bitch tryna give it up
She tryna f*ck me, I told her, "Nuh-uh-uh"
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
She tryna eat up the swag
If you put it on the internet, someone's gonna hate it
Like, no matter what, someone's gonna hate it
But it's fine, like, I get to have fun, like, I'm here and I get to do this
So I don't care, they're on the internet, doesn't matter
I could break down the swag, but I don't even wanna give it up
Bad bitch tryna give it up
She tryna f*ck me, I told her, "Nuh-uh-uh"
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
I could break down the swag, but I don't even wanna give it up
Bad bitch tryna give it up
She tryna f*ck me, I told her, "Nuh-uh-uh"
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
She tryna eat up the swag
She tryna play with me, let's take her
She tryna baby me, migrate her
She tryna flavor me, lifesaver
I might go gator feet, I'm playing
We in the club, three deep with paper
Wait, where the haters be? That table
Mama, I'm on TV, we made it
I ain't gon' let no nigga take it
I be sleepin' in the A.M., I don't eat breakfast, lil' baby, that rude
And if I do eat breakfast, I like the waffles over the lil' pancakes, lil' boo
Basically, what I'm sayin', if you get what I'm sayin', then you'll pour a deuce
And I love your pussy, but, but, I'm in love with the maple (I'm in love with the lean)
I'm in love with the maple (drinkin' up all of these bitches, not me)
I'm in love with the syrup
I'm in love with the bitch for sure
Yeah, the syrup cost more than yours
Yeah, the syrup thicker than yours
And I pull up in a brand new Urus
I could break down the swag, but I don't even wanna give it up
Bad bitch tryna give it up
She tryna f*ck me, I told her, "Nuh-uh-uh"
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
I could break down the swag, but I don't even wanna give it up
Bad bitch tryna give it up
She tryna f*ck me, I told her, "Nuh-uh-uh"
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
Nuh-uh-uh, nuh-uh-uh
She tryna eat up the swag
Writer: Symere Woods, Magnus Hoiberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
PerkySex
Huh? Yeah, yeah
Huh? Woah (Lil Uzi)
I'm addicted to these Perky, Percocets (yeah)
I keep tryna quit, but I keep comin' back (yeah)
Let's just have some Perky, Perky sex (oh)
You keep blastin', I ain't cummin' yet (yeah)
I got you splashin', how you get that wet? (Oh, oh, splash)
That's the sound when I got you soakin'
Need life jacket, I go deep in, ocean
I know you got potion
That uppy, uppy got me takin' so long (that uppy, uppy)
You say you can't take no more (no more)
These milligrams, you see 'em on my face (on my face)
I'm on that 39 with that K (on my way)
I f*ck you so good, you say my name (say my name)
She from the hood, my uptown bae (uptown bae)
I'm misunderstood, she feels my pain
Ten minutes off that M-box (Lil Uzi)
I'm addicted to these Perky, Percocets
I keep tryna quit, but I keep comin' back
Let's just have some Perky, Perky sex (oh)
You keep blastin', I ain't cummin' yet (yeah)
I got you splashin', how you get that wet? (Oh, oh, splash)
That's the sound when I got you soakin'
Need life jacket, I go deep in, ocean
I know you got potion (yeah)
It don't even matter what I do, you always stay (always stay)
Let me get away with murder like, "Uzi behave" (Uzi behave)
She was kissin' on my lips, she say, "Oh, what's that taste?" (What's that taste?)
She's so freaky, she swallow my spit, she had me in a daze
Oh, oh (in a daze)
Oh, oh (a daze, woah)
See, you got my body, but don't got my brain
I don't know who to choose, I think I'm okay (woah)
Perky, Percocets
I keep tryna quit, but I keep comin' back
Let's just have some Perky, Perky sex (oh)
You keep blastin', I ain't cummin' yet (yeah)
I got you splashin', how you get that wet? (Oh, oh, splash)
That's the sound when I got you soakin'
Need life jacket, I go deep in, ocean
I know you got potion
Huh? Woah (Lil Uzi)
I'm addicted to these Perky, Percocets (yeah)
I keep tryna quit, but I keep comin' back (yeah)
Let's just have some Perky, Perky sex (oh)
You keep blastin', I ain't cummin' yet (yeah)
I got you splashin', how you get that wet? (Oh, oh, splash)
That's the sound when I got you soakin'
Need life jacket, I go deep in, ocean
I know you got potion
That uppy, uppy got me takin' so long (that uppy, uppy)
You say you can't take no more (no more)
These milligrams, you see 'em on my face (on my face)
I'm on that 39 with that K (on my way)
I f*ck you so good, you say my name (say my name)
She from the hood, my uptown bae (uptown bae)
I'm misunderstood, she feels my pain
Ten minutes off that M-box (Lil Uzi)
I'm addicted to these Perky, Percocets
I keep tryna quit, but I keep comin' back
Let's just have some Perky, Perky sex (oh)
You keep blastin', I ain't cummin' yet (yeah)
I got you splashin', how you get that wet? (Oh, oh, splash)
That's the sound when I got you soakin'
Need life jacket, I go deep in, ocean
I know you got potion (yeah)
It don't even matter what I do, you always stay (always stay)
Let me get away with murder like, "Uzi behave" (Uzi behave)
She was kissin' on my lips, she say, "Oh, what's that taste?" (What's that taste?)
She's so freaky, she swallow my spit, she had me in a daze
Oh, oh (in a daze)
Oh, oh (a daze, woah)
See, you got my body, but don't got my brain
I don't know who to choose, I think I'm okay (woah)
Perky, Percocets
I keep tryna quit, but I keep comin' back
Let's just have some Perky, Perky sex (oh)
You keep blastin', I ain't cummin' yet (yeah)
I got you splashin', how you get that wet? (Oh, oh, splash)
That's the sound when I got you soakin'
Need life jacket, I go deep in, ocean
I know you got potion
Writer: Symere Woods, Charlie Puth, Magnus Hoiberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Conceited
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You only call me when it's all bad
I fall for you and I call back
But my respect for you, I lost that
Baby, you're prettier in a mink
I hate when you're mean
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
This is my life and I cannot live it without you, I'm blindfolded
I know that you do just right what you want, but you was my side ho
I dogged you out in front of my friends, but you was my idol
I act like it's nothin', but I swear that pussy got me goin' psycho
I'm grabbin' my-, uh, yeah, yeah, on my tippy toes like Michael
I'm tryna fall from you like a pinecone
See, fallin' in love with you is somethin' that I should've never did
She's so elegant, she's an alien
Out of this world like Fifth Element
She got hella men
But she tell me that it is no better man
Then she ride me, she keep on just pedalin'
Melatonin, her skin is like melanin
She give me head and she like Excedrin
Don't use wrappers, but I got them hella bands
Little nigga, but bank account 7'10"
Yeah, she know that I really got hella friends
With them Cubans, them shooters, them bales again
You only call me when it's all bad
I fall for you and I call back
But my respect for you, I lost that
Baby, you're prettier in a mink
I hate when you're mean
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
All that, baby
All that
You really think you're all that, baby
You're all that
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
You only call me when it's all bad
I fall for you and I call back
But my respect for you, I lost that
Baby, you're prettier in a mink
I hate when you're mean
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
This is my life and I cannot live it without you, I'm blindfolded
I know that you do just right what you want, but you was my side ho
I dogged you out in front of my friends, but you was my idol
I act like it's nothin', but I swear that pussy got me goin' psycho
I'm grabbin' my-, uh, yeah, yeah, on my tippy toes like Michael
I'm tryna fall from you like a pinecone
See, fallin' in love with you is somethin' that I should've never did
She's so elegant, she's an alien
Out of this world like Fifth Element
She got hella men
But she tell me that it is no better man
Then she ride me, she keep on just pedalin'
Melatonin, her skin is like melanin
She give me head and she like Excedrin
Don't use wrappers, but I got them hella bands
Little nigga, but bank account 7'10"
Yeah, she know that I really got hella friends
With them Cubans, them shooters, them bales again
You only call me when it's all bad
I fall for you and I call back
But my respect for you, I lost that
Baby, you're prettier in a mink
I hate when you're mean
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
All that, baby
All that
You really think you're all that, baby
You're all that
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
You really think you're all that, baby
You really think you're all that
Writer: Symere Woods, Charlie Puth, Magnus Hoiberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Space High
Hi, how are you doin'? I'm Lil Uzi (brr)
Yeah, huh, f*ck with me, your life is ruined (yeah)
Yeah, uh, hi, how are you doin'? (How you doin'?)
Yeah, I'm Lil Uzi, huh, f*ck with me, your life is ruined (woah)
Yeah, huh, money, pocket big
Perc', Xan', Wock', Rick, Par, huh, right with a cig' (yeah)
Every time I'm on the molly, I think with my dick
Every time I take the 'shrooms, I gotta take a shit (huh?)
Every time I see my PO, sober up, but I'll be dead
She suck my-, uh, every time I get Percocets
They think I'm the devil, please don't put your heart in it
I do know Jesus, that nigga the carpenter?
Stop wearin' that Arc'teryx, I live on a mountaintop
Got a Canadian, she gave me mental top
If I wasn't on probation, I probably would hand it out (yeah, yeah)
Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet
Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet (yeah)
They say that my lyrics ain't lyricism, I say that you just hatin' much
I just want one, two, three, four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen million right to Jatavia
You try to say I don't got swag, but I look at your shirt
It look like you still in Burberry much (woah)
Hi, how are you doin'? I'm Lil Uzi (brr, I'm Lil Uzi)
Yeah, huh, f*ck with me, your life is ruined (yeah)
Yeah, uh, hi, how are you doin'? (How you doin'?)
Yeah, I'm Lil Uzi, huh, f*ck with me, your life is ruined (woah)
Yeah, huh, money, pocket big
Perc', Xan', Wock', Rick, Par, huh, right with a cig' (yeah)
Every time I'm on the molly, I think with my dick
Every time I take the 'shrooms, I gotta take a shit (huh?)
Every time I see my PO, sober up, but I'll be dead
She suck my-, uh, every time I get Percocets
They think I'm the devil, please don't put your heart in it
I do know Jesus, that nigga the carpenter?
Stop wearin' that Arc'teryx, I live on a mountaintop
Got a Canadian, she gave me mental top
If I wasn't on probation, I probably would hand it out (yeah, yeah)
Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet
Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet (yeah)
Yeah, huh, f*ck with me, your life is ruined (yeah)
Yeah, uh, hi, how are you doin'? (How you doin'?)
Yeah, I'm Lil Uzi, huh, f*ck with me, your life is ruined (woah)
Yeah, huh, money, pocket big
Perc', Xan', Wock', Rick, Par, huh, right with a cig' (yeah)
Every time I'm on the molly, I think with my dick
Every time I take the 'shrooms, I gotta take a shit (huh?)
Every time I see my PO, sober up, but I'll be dead
She suck my-, uh, every time I get Percocets
They think I'm the devil, please don't put your heart in it
I do know Jesus, that nigga the carpenter?
Stop wearin' that Arc'teryx, I live on a mountaintop
Got a Canadian, she gave me mental top
If I wasn't on probation, I probably would hand it out (yeah, yeah)
Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet
Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet (yeah)
They say that my lyrics ain't lyricism, I say that you just hatin' much
I just want one, two, three, four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen million right to Jatavia
You try to say I don't got swag, but I look at your shirt
It look like you still in Burberry much (woah)
Hi, how are you doin'? I'm Lil Uzi (brr, I'm Lil Uzi)
Yeah, huh, f*ck with me, your life is ruined (yeah)
Yeah, uh, hi, how are you doin'? (How you doin'?)
Yeah, I'm Lil Uzi, huh, f*ck with me, your life is ruined (woah)
Yeah, huh, money, pocket big
Perc', Xan', Wock', Rick, Par, huh, right with a cig' (yeah)
Every time I'm on the molly, I think with my dick
Every time I take the 'shrooms, I gotta take a shit (huh?)
Every time I see my PO, sober up, but I'll be dead
She suck my-, uh, every time I get Percocets
They think I'm the devil, please don't put your heart in it
I do know Jesus, that nigga the carpenter?
Stop wearin' that Arc'teryx, I live on a mountaintop
Got a Canadian, she gave me mental top
If I wasn't on probation, I probably would hand it out (yeah, yeah)
Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet
Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet, Perkycet (yeah)
Writer: Symere Woods, Darko Ivancevic, J. Hill, M. Camara, Magnus Hoiberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Eternal Atake 2 is the fourth solo album by American rapper Lil Uzi Vert, released on November 1, 2024, through Generation Now and Atlantic Records. The album features a sole guest appearance from Big Time Rush.
The album serves as a sequel to Lil Uzi Vert's second studio album Eternal Atake (2020), which was released four years earlier, and follows their third studio album, Pink Tape (2023).
Upon the release of Eternal Atake 2 Uzi appeared in an interview with Complex during which they revealed that the motivation behind the sequel stems from the prequel being leaked prior to its release. They stated that they had the desire to perform the prequel on tour, however, due to the COVID-19 pandemic, it wasn't possible, therefore they always knew that they "[were] going to come back and do Eternal Atake 2". When asked about what the sequel meant to them, Uzi stated:
"Eternal Atake was so special to me. The first Eternal Atake was perfect, and I didn't have the team I have today and everything got leaked and everyone had it already. And it was just the songs that the artistry I was trying to be on, I was trying to push out a narrative that I really didn't care, and that wasn't the case. That was some good stuff, and if I knew what now, back then, I would've just put the whole leaked album out anyway instead of canceling it and then being like, "I need to make a whole new album.”
Uzi stated that following the release of Pink Tape, they went through "different phases" and that there was no overlap between Pink Tape and Eternal Atake 2.
Similarly to its prequel, Eternal Atake 2 follows the themes of science fiction and cosmic reality. In comparison to Uzi's previous records, on Eternal Atake 2, they covered the themes of heartbreak and were more "in touch" with their own emotions.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Lil Uzi VertThe album serves as a sequel to Lil Uzi Vert's second studio album Eternal Atake (2020), which was released four years earlier, and follows their third studio album, Pink Tape (2023).
Upon the release of Eternal Atake 2 Uzi appeared in an interview with Complex during which they revealed that the motivation behind the sequel stems from the prequel being leaked prior to its release. They stated that they had the desire to perform the prequel on tour, however, due to the COVID-19 pandemic, it wasn't possible, therefore they always knew that they "[were] going to come back and do Eternal Atake 2". When asked about what the sequel meant to them, Uzi stated:
"Eternal Atake was so special to me. The first Eternal Atake was perfect, and I didn't have the team I have today and everything got leaked and everyone had it already. And it was just the songs that the artistry I was trying to be on, I was trying to push out a narrative that I really didn't care, and that wasn't the case. That was some good stuff, and if I knew what now, back then, I would've just put the whole leaked album out anyway instead of canceling it and then being like, "I need to make a whole new album.”
Uzi stated that following the release of Pink Tape, they went through "different phases" and that there was no overlap between Pink Tape and Eternal Atake 2.
Similarly to its prequel, Eternal Atake 2 follows the themes of science fiction and cosmic reality. In comparison to Uzi's previous records, on Eternal Atake 2, they covered the themes of heartbreak and were more "in touch" with their own emotions.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Big Time Rush
Genre(s): Rap, trap-pop
Producer(s): Brandon Finessin, Bryceunknown, Cashmere Cat, Darko IVX, Dylxn, Emphasis, Henney Major, Ike Beatz, J Dolla, Leqn, Lil 88, Gabe Lucas, Madd Maks, Martyr, MCVertt, Mental, Charlie Puth, Rima, Shinju, Sohi, Trgc, Trillion, USKIDS, WondaGurl, y2tnb
Length: 43:19
Released: November 1st, 2024
Year: 2024