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Yeah (woo, woo) Woo, woo (let's go, Mario) (Let's go) woo, woo, woo Yeah, woo, woo (Lil Uzi Vert) Woo, woo, woo, woo Yeah! Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly rock I'm with my boys and no we do not Milly Rock Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch All this money make we wan' hit my Diddy Bop Tell the teller at the bank, um, just gimme lots At the dealer, I can pull this shit off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on a rat, you a walking cop Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot Bend it over little baby, just arch a lot Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butter scotch Dove Bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot Got my money, then I had to just flood the block (yeah) I'm the only one that fucked on that bitch But I made that ho just come and just neck the block Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block We got shooters that gon' pull up and X your block (blah, woo, woo, woo, woo, yeah) Makin' money like a nigga don't need to drop One eye open, 'Luminati like Fetty Wap Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots Getting guala, they don't know when the fetti stop Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop? She look good, but she wear Fashion Nova Took her shopping, put her right in some Vetements Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York, but I took her right down right in L.A. Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly In the section prolly where, um, the felons be I'm on Rodeo, it ain't shit you could tell to me And I'm on a boat, it ain't shit you could sell to me Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock I'm with my boys and no, we do not Milly Rock Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch All this money make we wan' hit my Diddy Bop Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots At the dealer, I can pull this shit off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got niggas that be moving the tan rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on a rat, you a walking cop Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot I was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lot Highbridge, I was just right there on the block What do they got in common with Uzi? (Yeah) We get money, and we fucked up just on your thots (yeah) Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot I'm so lit, I can make your whole strip hot Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rock Yea, your bitch, she a thotty old thotty thot Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top This Chanel, no, I don't wear no Baccarat Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock I'm at Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot Seventeen-five for a t-shirt, he got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah Gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs I'm a hare on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop Hugh Hefner died, so I can't get bunny top I can never die, unless all my money stop Fuckin' on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot Countin' up my millions, you know it's up a lot (yeah) Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock I'm with my boys and no we do not Milly Rock Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch All this money make we wan' hit my Diddy Bop Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots At the dealer, I can pull this shit off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got niggas that be moving the tan rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on a rat you a walking cop Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)

I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah, DY Krazy) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah Yeah And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game Uh-huh Five, four, three, two, one I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done Said I changed when the money start comin' How the fuck you think I wasn't gonna catch on to all that game you was runnin'? See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider That's why you ain't want me to wear no condom Now tell me what's that about? Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot? She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt) Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out Man, you see I don't care about love I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too I think her mama even feelin' me too You got a million excuse When you broke, I just bought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah Summertime, top off But all my seats, they all made of goose I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah) Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop But I can't blame her because Babygirl had to get her bills paid They was up and I got my meals late Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great I still feel weight Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me Damn It's just a lullaby, yeah Sometimes you just gotta say bye (I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah (Put me on my side) Picture me, broke as shit (what?) Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (yeah) Probably be flippin' bricks (yeah) Probably be pimpin' chicks (yeah) I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin' We kill niggas for like 50 G's (flex) I got that nigga hit for a ten piece (yeah) They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone Shit, man, we kill for fun Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs 'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (yeah) Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (so?) If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin' But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (fresh) They'll pull a white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah And it's just crazy how The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (goodbye, world) These bitches be plottin' on you All you gotta do at the end of the day You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way Yeah It's just a lullaby

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, brr) Yeah-eh I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son I don't even know how I made it I was nervous, but I had patience I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest I don't even know how I made it Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby" Fuck me, you get Mercedes Fuck me, you get Mercedes I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood) I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good) I know I'm misunderstood (yah, fuck 'em) I know that you're all alone I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (ayy) Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white, so there's no burial (Lil Uzi) Now, back up Shawty gave me brain (what?), she got her master's (yeah) Pull up with ten whips (whips), like, what's a Mazda? (Yeah) My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (whoa) I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (none) I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)

Because it's the last ride ever gonna, That I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla All white, that Plain Jane, yeah The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better I took the money and flooded my bezel You diamond to rock, computed the setting VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle I popped a molly to get on my level Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11 Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon? Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade (yeah) Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit) No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced) Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright) Yeah they really want my soul (yeah) That can never go (straight up) Angel in the snow (what?) Always leave me cold (iced) Leave it on the floor (what?) But she's slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Put it on speed You and ivory is all I need (skrrt) All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees) It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee Way this summer goin' I might start my summer leave Every young nigga get a check and get a team Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen No small faces, it's just an AP beamin' Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha Israeli guards, boy please be mindful Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place I need someone else to make this drink, because You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what? Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy Ayy, Baby Pluto (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, what? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What?) Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Boy, I get so fly that I could've been a stylist (Yeah) Undercover tee and Goyard all on my wallet (What?) What I spent on Wang, could've sent my bitch to college (Ayy) Alexander McQueen, Number Nine my jeans Yeah, I'm lookin' oh so clean, oh, uh, yeah, I get it now These girls like the way I dress, so these niggas wanna steal my style Never really cared, but these niggas tryna kill my style (Woah) I'm not talkin' 'bout them niggas, there's too many girls around (Shh) There's too many girls around (Girls around) She don't want me, then the world go 'round (Yeah) Take a bath in the money, bitch, roll around For you she's going up, for me she's going down (Down) Yeah, going down, slow it down (Hey) Know she cook like Benihana so she throwin' down (Throwin' down) I'm the shit and she know it now (Know it now) Told her come this way and she turned around (Yeah) Yeah, what? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What? What? What?) Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Smokin' on some high dream Got my eyes red, I might need some Visine (Yeah) Yeah, swervin' in a Lambo', not a i8 (Not a motherfuckin' i8) Yeah, I keep stuffin' money in my safe, it will not close, yeah (Woah) Move like a soldier I throw my bows, yeah, like the Magnolia, yeah (Magnolia) You can not hold her, yeah (Why?) Diamonds got colder like it's pneumonia (Water) Move around with a badder chick (Yeah) She a shooter, yeah, you know she got a felony (Jeez) I ain't with that tellin' shit, swear it ain't shit you could tell on me (Ayy) He be hatin' 'cause where I am he will never be (Come on, girl) What? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What? What? What?) Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah