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Lil Uzi Vert - Eternal Atake Album Lyrics



Lil Uzi Vert - Eternal Atake Lyrics






New Patek

Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready

New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink (yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (yeah, yeah)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink (water)
You a bad bitch, then we can link
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh-uh)
And she said "Lil Uzi so great"

OK, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss
My shooter got a .30 on his hip
Yeah I need my fix
Was that a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil' girl don't trip
Cool blood, but my money Crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can't take no pic, no flick (no camera)
F*ck that bitch in my new whip (skrr)
Her ass so fat, can't fit
Her ass so fat, it's amazing (amazing)
Her ass so fat, it's a miracle (miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I'm the same nigga bustin' their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling O's, no Cheerios
I don't wake up in the morning for cereal
Flip the brick make the whole shit do a aerial
Air the shit out and make the hoes sing Ariel
Silencers so they really cannot hear me though
Killing these beats, Lil Uzi a serial
Clean up the body, prepare for the burial
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
I got the sweater, probably I'ma finish you
I am a octopus, I cannot breath without water
So I put diamonds on my tentacles
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is white gold and your shit look like copper bruh
MCM yeah that shit made of ostrich bruh
But I don't wear that, give that to my hoes
Yeah, I swear that lil' nigga my clone
I had to do this shit all on my own
Yeah, it's slime shit, lil' baby, put diamonds in my nose

New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink (yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (yeah, yeah)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler made me proud of my wrist
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
New Rollie made me proud of my wrist
AP made me proud of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a milli' that's all in my bank (milli')

New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds and them shits hit pink (let's go)
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink (let's go)
You a bad bitch, then we can link
Hit the shower, you might stink (ew)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate
And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (great)
How you deal with all that hate? (hate)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine (uh)

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the f*ck she know my name?
She said, "Lil Uzi, hello"
I looked at her, "Oh, hey" (hello)
You ain't never seen pastry dough, well lil' bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin' money, I'm the man
Gettin' money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
'Member she ain't want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken he pop
MC told the bitch, "eat my cock"
Motorcycle days, bitch, Young Joc
That's what I call her, she all on my top
Rap star, or do he sell rock?
He got files so he beatin' the trial
Couple racks, let them niggas run wild
Super filthy, man, they livin' so foul
I got some real niggas that is locked up
Tryna shade the bar just for the foul
All these hackers, shit these niggas is foul
All my bitches want me to take a vow
Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns
He get money, then I had to say "how?"
New rug, and it's made out of wolf
New rabbit, yeah, I use as a towel
Lil' bitch, yeah I run through the city
Different spots in it just like a cow
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a mansion, no house
Yeah, my closet, yeah, that shit got a house
Four years, I ain't even see a mouse
Please stop talking, bitch, put dick in your mouth
We get money, what the f*ck is a drought?
Make it rain 'cause I'm up in the clouds
Had to tell that lil' bitch, get from around
'Cause that little bitch be f*ckin' with clowns

Let's go, let's go, had to tell that lil bitch, yeah let's go
That lil' nigga stole my swag, and he's tryna steal my flow
I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone
I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go
I put hundreds in my safe (ayy)
I throw twenties in her face
I put the M in a J (ayy)
I got a bae in the Bay (ayy)
I f*cked on that nigga little bitch that's the reason he tryna say that I'm gay (ayy)
Way more coochie than Kay Slay (ayy)
I sell a mil in a day (ayy)
All of my bitches they grade A
I did not get in Canada, but when I'm in Toronto they treat me like Drake
This a light jet, this a flight day
Had that lil' bitch, that's on Myspace
I can feel this shit in my veins
Look at my neck, that's an ice tray
Come on tell me, what you sayin'
(What you sayin', what you sayin', what you sayin')

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
(Oh yeah)

Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
New Rollie made me proud of my wrist
AP made me proud of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a milli' that's all in my bank

New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink (yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (yeah, yeah)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the f*ck she know my name?
She said, "Lil Uzi, hello"
I looked at her, "Oh, hey"
You ain't never seen pastry dough, well lil' bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin' money, I'm the man
Gettin' money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
'Member she ain't want me back, I was popped
On the block, back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the bitch, "eat my cock"

Yeah, that's it
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Writer: Symere Woods, Dolan Beats
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Baby Pluto

(Welcome to Eternal Atake)

I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I bought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (for sure)
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
While makin' my lady cum (yeah)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS
That's why I be racin' em (BRABUS)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (go get it)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (go get it)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war

I got static in my city, who f*ckin' with me?
Pull up with this 30 and this chopper hold a fifty
Man, I heard that nigga Mickey, that's too risky
Man, we spray his car, spray his window, icky, icky
She keep suckin' on my dick, tryna get a hickey, hickey
Girl, I swear that pussy too wet, sticky, sticky
I kicked her right out of the front door, I'm picky, picky
Yeah, and every time she go to call my phone
I'm busy, busy (yeah, yeah, hello, hello? Hello?)
I heard it's some niggas that's on my head
I heard it's some niggas that want my bread
Oh my God
Y'all niggas better chill before y'all all be dead (oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of, whole lot of meds
Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of clothes, niggas be stealin' my swag (hold up)
Whole lot of, whole of emeralds, please tuck your baguettes
Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of red rubies on my neck
Uzi, it came with a TEC
The brick, it came with a vet
I can teach you how to flex (yes)
The Draco, it came with a vest
The condo, it came with a pit
My new bitch, she came with some neck (yeah)
Man, these boys ain't believe me
Until I pulled up and my neck was on squeegee (whoa)
Man, these boys ain't believe me
They thought I believed in the devil like ouija
Man, these boys ain't believe me
A real rockstar, Chrome Heart on my beanie (yeah)
I swear these boys cannot see me
That's why I be livin' my life like I'm Stevie
Wake up, Versace my bitch
I got on that Tisci, I eat fettuccine

I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I bought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (for sure)
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
While makin' my lady cum (stay with the baddest)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS
That's why I be racin' em (I bought a G-Wagen)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (yeah)
I ain't f*ck a bitch in so long, I'll do it in the Honda Accord (no cap)
I had to count my money on the ironing board
I just took that bitch shoppin', f*cked behind the stores

I had to get all my niggas off bond
I had to get 'em off holding (yeah)
I had to take 12 right on the mile, drive it like my van was stolen (skrrt, skrrt)
It sing like my birthday, brand new
'Cause I'm only known just to floor it
Yeah, I just know they be watchin' it
Yeah, yeah, I just know they be watchin'
All these hoes love me
I am such a slimy guy, nigga, do not trust me
Baby, I'ma bust you way before you bust me
You shouldn't have trusted me, girl, you got off lucky (yeah)
If it's beef, don't partake
No, I do not eat steak (yeah)
All I eat is fish plates
My diamonds so cold, in the freezer my wrist stay
Somewhere in the hills, prolly where my bitch stay
Switchin' my crib and you know I'm gon' switch states (yeah)
I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape
I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape

I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I bought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
While makin' my lady cum (I stay with the baddest)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS
That's why I be racin' em (I bought a G-Wagen)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war
I ain't f*ck a bitch in so long, I'll do it in the Honda Accord (wow)
I had to count my money on the ironing board (yeah)
I just took that bitch shoppin', f*cked behind the stores

F*ck behind the stores
You know that I gotta keep it real, f*ck behind the stores (sure)
You know that I gotta keep it real, f*ck behind the stores
Yeah, count up a half a mil', I'm behind the store
Yeah, she gone off that molly like she ain't ever take a pill before
You actin' too tough like your homie ain't never get killed before
What the
Yo, what the f*ck was that?
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Writer: Brandon Terrell Veal, Daniel Perez, Ivison Smith, Symere Woods, Vincent Deleon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Lo Mein

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she asked for some racks gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these niggas by eons, man
She let me touch for the free-on, man
So you know that's a must like Elon, man
They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'
Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, man
I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton
Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
Cartier's got diamonds all in the middle
Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, man
Just know them shits, they all G.I., man
Everybody got Rollies, that's two time frame
I said my side girl tryna be my main
And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side
I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (skrrt)
In this Rolls-Royce truck
Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (yeah)
You can get what you want
Out the mall, no need to hold me up (woo)
Rickity-racks that's all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (rickity-racks)
Yeah, I'm turnt to the max, these lil' itty-bitty niggas know it's up

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
Your nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said it's up, up, up, uppity (yeah)
Moonwalkin' all on the money (yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me (whoa)
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Whoa, I'm too litty
Yeah, bitch look like Chinese kitty (yeah)
1942 in my section, no Remy (let's go)
Took JT out the city
I can make a ho get way too sticky
Yeah, way, way, way too sticky (whoa)
But hold up, don't you got a whole situation? (Damn)
Livin' my life, too risky (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How you doin' Uzi? I'm doin' great
I pulled up in the foreign, let's race (skrrt)
Yes, I stay with some money on me (money)
Only thing in my pocket, big face (what?)
It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist
It's amazing to me how I spend all this money
And I ain't even go in my safe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's amazing to me how these niggas don't know me
But still find a way just to hate (yeah, yeah)
It's amazing to me how back then she ain't want me but now she wanna go on a date
It's amazing to me how she ask for them racks, told that girl get the f*ck out my face
It's amazing to me how I'm eatin' so much and I still didn't gain no weight (whoa)

Chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)
Your nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said it's up, up, up, uppity (yeah)
Moonwalkin' all on the money (yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (yeah, yeah, yeah)

What the
That shit smoking, what the
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Writer: Brandon Terrell Veal, Daniel Perez, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Silly Watch

Yeah (Let's go, Mario!)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (let's go)
Woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (yeah)

Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
F*ck 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 (whoa)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (hello?)
At the dealer, I can't 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 walkin' cop (ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (blaow)

Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel but I call that bitch butterscotch
Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot
Got my money, then I had to just flood the block
I'm the only one that f*cked on that bitch
But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block
Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block
We got shooters that's gon' pull up and X your block (blaow)
Woof, woof, woof, woof (yeah)
Makin' money like a nigga don't need the drop
One eye open, Illuminati like Fetty Wap
Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock
Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
Gettin' 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 shoppin', 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, probably 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
F*ck 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 me wanna hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
At the dealer, I can't 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 walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' 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?
We get money and we f*cked up just on your thots
Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot
I'm so lit, I could make your whole strip hot
Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me want body rock
Yeah, 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 rocket
I'm in Eliott, 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
Whoa, gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs
I'm a hare all 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 stops
F*ckin' 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
F*ck 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 me wanna hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots
At the dealer, I can't 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 walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)
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Writer: Symere Woods, DeMario Priester
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






POP

Straight bars
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah
(I'm Working on Dying)

Got a bitch, yeah, she look so good
But on the real, she in denial
Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
Look like I'm standing in the Nile
If you really didn't get the last line
Then your level on the brain of a child
Pay attention, better do the right thing
Oh, your pussy ass still workin' at Sal's

I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip, stop
So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got?
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip, stop
So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got? (Let's go)

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop that ass
Pop that ass, do the dash
I be runnin' out of gas
Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags
I don't really cop nothin' out the mall
First time at the mall, copped it all
Said, a hundred thousand, so I dropped it all
And that wasn't my whole bankroll
Body roll, waist roll, waist roll
Make a bitch do what I say so
Waist trained, got a bitch, taste just like ice cream
Read her text, she said, "Girl, I scream"
Shot a nigga with a .17
Lil Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16
Got a million, no Christine
Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
Lil' nigga but I'm doin' big things
You ain't ever seen nigga this clean
Pants cost two K, big jeans
And my shoes cost like sixteen
Hunnid, nigga, that's just what I bleed
Turned a dead nigga to a blunt of weed
Now that boy taste like Reggie
'Cause I just lit up Philly, nigga

I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (uh)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (ew)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (skrrt)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top

Multi bitches, multi, multi, multi, multi, multi
Grain on my granola bar
Got a multi, multi, bowtie, when rock my Dior
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi million dollar deals
I'ma keep it real
Armstrong marathon, when I'm on the bike like my name Mill
I can make her kneel, beggin' on her knees
Beggin' me please, so she can see the deal
I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her
Been alone from little boy, so I don't need opinion
I been gettin' money, nigga, I been gettin' plenty
I can f*ck your bitch, make her bounce on a Bentley
I was on Perky 30, she was on the Henny
Wait, she was f*ckin' you, who? Your cousin Vinny?
That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie
F*ckin' that bitch, and now she tryna spin me
No, and this is no Iovine, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy
Kill these niggas everyday like they Kenny (let's go)
If you want money, better crawl for it like Cindy
And if you want more, then you better get Demi
I'll flex on my haters, pull up, do a video
Bitch on my dick, and her breathe smellin' minty
I went to the store and got me some Vetements
Some Prada, Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Now go tell that lil' bitch
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I'm movin', I'm drippy, got sauce and I'm swaggin'
'Cause it's easy, your bitch on me, no, you can't kiss me

I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (uh)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (ew)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (skrrt)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top

Pop, pop
(I'm Working on Dying)
Drop, drop
What the f*ck?

(Abducted)
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Writer: Brandon Terrell Veal, Jordan Ortiz, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






You Better Move

What's happening?
I remember I used to play that pinball game
Let's go
Lil Uzi Vert
Ooh, you better move
That was before I had internet

Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
You better move, you better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes, pull out my whip on 22's
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird she gonna swoop
Neck is achoo, might catch the flu
Banana clip, straight from the zoo

I'm like, Mother Goose, if I say shoot
They're gonna shoot
No I'm not sweet, I just got flavor
Don't need no water to mix up this juice
They say, "Why your chained? It look like a choker?"
That's for the slaves that had to wear the noose
Uh, no you can't cuff me, baby, let me loose
The way that I live, baby, that's a roof
Matching closet, it came with a pool
Bro moving 8 balls, not no pool
If you ask me his name then I don't have a clue (whoa)
Make 'em hit the folks every time that I shoot
Too much money, I'm evil from the root
Yeah, my shows they bust right through the roof
Saw your crowd at your concert on snooze
I'm a dog, bitch, I howl at the moon
I remember when I didn't have cable
That was back when I used to watch Zoom

Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
You better move, you better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes, pull out my whip on 22's
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird she gonna swoop
Neck is achoo, might catch the flu
Banana clip, straight from the zoo

I live my life like a cartoon
Reality is not my move
I don't know why that girl so rude
Oh, that's 'cause her jeans they from Rhude
You better have you a real good excuse
He want the smoke but I don't got a Juul
I'm like, Mother Goose, if I say shoot
They're gonna shoot
Yu-Gi-Oh, Yu-Gi-Oh, you wanna duel?
Blue-Eyes White Dragon, no I will not lose
When I hit my dance got unlimited moves
Counting twelve thousand and that was by noon
Yeah, step on competition, changing my shoes
Green shirt, bitch I'm Steve, where is Blue?
Every chain on I pity a fool
I'm an iPod, man, you more like a Zune
Made her eat on my dick with a spoon, ew
Versace drawers, bitch, you Fruit of the Loom
Yeah, yeah, Fruit to the Loom

Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
Ooh, you better move
You better move, you better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes, pull out my whip on 22's
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird she gonna swoop
Neck is achoo, might catch the flu
Banana clip, straight from the zoo

Whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Brandon Terrell Veal, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Homecoming

I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki
And I f*ck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky
And she not too choosy but sometimes she bougie
I play with her kitty, until it get sticky
I'm movin' the bitch, just like an alien
Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli
See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman
Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans
Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge
Leave you slow like a snail, you get hit with these slugs
I say how I feel and I do what I want
And not just because it is what it was
I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got on Lugz
Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud
I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug
I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug

If you talkin' 'bout the work, nigga, just hide that, supply that
Stuff a hundred rounds in the compact, contact
I probably f*cked the bitch from your home town projects
Opened up her mouth, put my dick up inside that
She don't get high, but she geeked off the contact
That's why I'll never ever ever keep in contact
Just closed the case, so a nigga can't find that
Baby, where your mind at?
Come here girl, sign that
Matter fact, uh, never mind then
Front door, find that after the climax
And she screamin' my name every time we behind it
When I heard the door, get up, baby, where my nine at?
Water on my neck, 3D like it's IMAX (water)
Diamonds turned a bird to a goddamn blind bat
Ass so fat that I gotta hit beside that
Heard a nigga put his Lamb' trucks on finance
Whoa (no, no, no), y'all niggas insane
No, we not the same, I'm more like a big body, you like a Range
These niggas, they frauds, they reppin' my gang
Like, what's up with that? (Nah, for real)
I just pulled up, Maybach, yeah
And that shit all matte black, yeah

I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki
And I f*ck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky
And she not too choosy but sometimes she bougie
I play with her kitty, until it get sticky
I'm movin' the bitch, just like an alien
Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli
See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman
Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans
Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge
Leave you slow like a snail, you get hit with these slugs
I say how I feel and I do what I want
And not just because it is what it was
I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got on Lugz
Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud
I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug
I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (drip so hard), yeah
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Uh, whoa (made it rain in this bitch), it's Lil Uzi Vert
See, I got on my Chrome Hearts (yeah, yeah)
One, two, three, let's go (it's Lil Uzi Vert)

Yeah, ever since Clifford, yeah, Uzi been the big dog
Drippin' in this Ragu, you know I got the big sauce
Every outfit, yeah, I got to get the pic' off
Said I know, I know you gon' return to the big boss
Ran this shit back like a motherf*ckin' kick off
(I just ran this shit back like a motherf*ckin' kick off)
Forty-five-hundred for some Margiela kick off's
Got a yellow diamond Patek like my wrist too pissed off
Laughin' to the bank, it's funny (ha-ha)
Go get you some, go get your own money
Hold on, I got you with some loan money
Matter fact, you ain't help me when I had no money
Three-hundred thousand, yeah, that's your money
Twenty more million, that's tour money
If you f*ck me good, that's your money

I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki
And I f*ck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky
And she not too choosy but sometimes she bougie
I play with her kitty, until it get sticky
I'm movin' the bitch, just like an alien
Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli
See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman
Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans
Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge
Leave you slow like a snail, you get hit with these slugs
I say how I feel and I do what I want
And not just because it is what it was
I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got on Lugz
Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud
I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug
I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug

I just pulled up, Maybach, yeah, and that shit all matte black, yeah (all matte black)
I just pulled up, Maybach, yeah, and that shit all matte black, yeah
And that shit all matte black, yeah

Wait, what the fu', why am I strapped in?
Wait, I just gotta hit this button
I'm out
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Writer: Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Im Sorry

{Yea}
{Count that money}

[Hook:]
I bet you are my loverr
Bout' to cut her off I'm sorryy
And you know I could't trust herr
Tell that bitch don't call mee
Hunnit bands on me I'm sorryy
And I'm off that lean I'm sorryy
And I'm bout to get that rarii
So tell that bitch I'm sorry

[Verse 1:]
Now I'm gettin' moneyy
Sure that bitch gone call me
But back when I was f*cked upp
I said that bitch yea she ain't call me
So I ain't worry bout a hoee
Ever since I got my bands upp
And if you talking bout my bands bruhh
I swear tht you would get blamed upp
Yea we just goin crazyy
And my niggas yea they soilderss
A nigga thought he told yaa
Fn57 with no holsterr
I would pop a nigga and show yaa
I been gettin money thought I rolled upp
Yea I need the rari its so new bruhh
And I don't know the name
Nigga I don't know the name
But a nigga [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Sorry girl, I'm so sorry
I'm countin bands yea I told you I'm so sorry
I got that money, for that I'm sorry
Now what you got broke boy I'm sorry
We got everything, that you want
We f*cked them bitches up yea I can't front
Yea we got it all in nigga
I'm flexinn, I'm flexinn, Finessin!
I said that I; m so sorry for everything that you couldn't do but I put in for
I am so sorry, that ya bitch done left and she f*ckin with a rich boi

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
Said I'm so sorry, Yeaa I'm so sorry [x2]

[Hook]

I'm definitely not sorry!
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Writer: Anton Martin Mendo, Brandon Terrell Veal, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Celebration Station

And I can't do my dance 'cause my pants, they from
They from France
Yeah, I can't slow this
(I'm Working on Dying)
Yeah, no, I can't slow it
Fast paced all the time (yeah, one, two, three, yeah)

Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten
She ignore that man, f*ckin' with me, handstand
I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (let's go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can't hold my Lamb, yes, I own my Lamb
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can't be broke again
Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up
Headshot, soak his mans

My choppa get hot just like a pan
Knock your headlights just like a ram
I got ten toes and I count up, ten fingers
So I do not need an un-helping hand
Monopoly crib, I'm movin' again
Got your bitch on me, she groovin' again (let's go)
Go count them again, I just give them a reason to hate
So my niggas shootin' again
My coupe, my roof, drop that shit again
She sucked my dick then she mopped up my friend
No, we do not wanna feel tooth again
When she let me go, I'm on the loose again
She on the molly, she tryna boot again
She ain't even mine, this girl is a lend
I prayed every time when I thought you sinned
I write in my mind, I don't use a pen (yeah, yeah)
She givin' me time, my watch cost a Lamb
Just give me more time, other watch cost a Benz (yeah, yeah)
Look at Lil Uzi, he poppin' again
Them niggas, they switchin', they hoppin' again (yeah)
Look at them niggas, they oppin' again
She give me that top and she sloppin' again (whoa)
Look at his album, it's floppin' again
Not takin' a break, I'm not stoppin' again (yeah, whoa, yeah)

Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten (let's go)
She ignore that man, f*ckin' with me, handstand (let's go, let's go)
I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad (whoa, whoa)
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (let's go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can't hold my Lamb, yes, I own my Lamb
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can't be broke again
Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up
Headshot, soak his mans

Whoa, spent a hundred thousand on a brand new pointer choker
Automatic guns got a motor
I can feel that shit in my shoulder (whoa)
Brand new watch cost a quarter
And you know it's flooded in water
You know every day I'm gettin' older
But I'm young enough for your daughter (let's go)
And you know my neck is flooded in boulders (boulders)
Gettin' money, yeah, that's my quota (quota)
Even though Lil Uzi gettin' older (older)
Know I'm young enough for your daughter (yeah)
Every time I'm in my mind, I focus (whoa)
She give me head, hypnosis (yeah)
Talkin' 'bout the love can't hold me (whoa)
Talkin' 'bout the guap can't fold me
Uh, talkin' 'bout "You're mine," no, you don't own me
Yeah, just take your time, and gotta be colder
Yeah, it's on my mind and they just know me (know me)
Yeah, fast-paced all the time and I can't slow it (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten
She ignore that man, f*ckin' with me, handstand
I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (let's go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can't hold my Lamb, yes, I own my Lamb
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can't be broke again
Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up
Headshot, soak his mans (Lil Uzi)

Hello? Hello? Where am I?
I ain't never seen nothing like this, what's all this?
Hello? Yo?
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Writer: Brandon Terrell Veal, Symere Woods, Tobias Dekker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Bigger Than Life

Let's go, let's go
Lil Uzi Vert
Let's go, let's go
(I'm Working on Dying)
Not playin', oh-oh
(One, two) Let's go (one, two, three)
Alright now (yeah)

I done made so many millions
Ain't nothin' to think about
And she f*ck with me because I am the one
That still come back even though I made it out (yeah)
I thought she was G, when I put in my dick
She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out"
And loyalty, I swear that's everything
And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it all
And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand with the venue
Probably was just payin' off
And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me
And you know at late night she be stayin' out
I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean it
That's the reason he hatin' now
Got a V12 that's all on my engine
That's prolly the reason I'm out here, be racin' out (vroom)

I'm too evil, too evil, too evil, too evil
It's nobody out here can save me now (whoa)
I remember when I was younger
My girl ain't answer my phone and listen to "Take You Down" (whoa)
My diamonds, they dance like Chris Brown
Look at my wrist, it's lit now (whoa)
My niggas shootin' them rounds (bah)
F*ck nigga better get down (duck down), let's go
I'm not worried 'bout no nigga
These niggas, they fake, these niggas they hate
These niggas they all, all perpetrate
These niggas ain't really with all the shits
These niggas, they walk around with dirty sticks
Well, I do too, I shoot a nigga in his shit (yeah)
I don't play with niggas, these niggas, they hoes
I just do everything that I'm suppose (let's go)
These niggas, they is really not my bros (no)
These niggas, they my foes (yeah, yeah)
I ran out of space, put diamonds that's all on my toes
I'm switchin' my hoes, same way I'm switchin' my clothes (yeah)
Rockstar goals, septum all on my nose (yeah, goals)

I done made so many millions
Ain't nothin' to think about
And she f*ck with me because I am the one
That still come back even though I made it out (yeah)
I thought she was G, when I put in my dick
She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out"
And loyalty, I swear that's everything
And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it all
And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand with the venue
Probably was just payin' off
And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me
And you know at late night she be stayin' out
I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean it
That's the reason he hatin' now
Got a V12 that's all on my engine
That's prolly the reason I'm out here, be racin' out

Walked in and I had to go get a bag
Walked in, had to go get a big bag (yeah)
Brought the big bag for the brand new bae
Why the f*ck would I care what you say? (Amen)
At a f*ck nigga head like a toupée (what?)
Okay, they wanna see a new wave (yah)
Made two hundred racks in two days (check it out)
My diamonds they coolin', Cool J (yah)
No, no, your swag don't move me (no)
That's not a new Rollie, that's a new face (what?)
Spent fifty racks in Gucci
Spent eighty racks in Louis (let's go)
Okay, my life is great (yeah)
Walk around with a whole lotta oochie (let's go)
On the sides, got a fade like Boosie
Hand wet, I ain't play with her coochie (oh)
I don't know why these niggas be playin'
I don't know why these niggas be watchin' (I don't know, I don't know)
I don't know why these niggas be clockin' (I don't know)
That's why I got time for you (who?)
'Cause a nigga like me, I'm not watchin'
'Cause a nigga like me, I'm not clockin' (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, a nigga like me fill my pocket
Yeah, a nigga like me be show-stoppin' (let's go) (yeah, yeah)

I done made so many millions
Ain't nothin' to think about
And she f*ck with me because I am the one
That still come back even though I made it out (yeah)
I thought she was G, when I put in my dick
She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out"
And loyalty, I swear that's everything
And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it all
And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand with the venue
Probably was just payin' off
And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me
And you know at late night she be stayin' out
I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean it
That's the reason he hatin' now
Got a V12 that's all on my engine
That's prolly the reason I'm out here, be racin' out
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Writer: Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Chrome Heart Tags

Yeah, this Lil Uzi Vert
(T-T-T-T-Turbo)
I'm ready
(T-T-T-T-Turbo on the track)
Let's go

I don't ever want to talk about it
I don't ever want to see you (no)
Everybody, they been changing now
Now you see what the cheese do (yeah)
I understand, charge it to the game
Everybody wanna feast too (yes)
I put gold all up on my neck
I put gold on my teeth too (woah)
I ain't never stayed from the jump
How you say that I leave you? (Huh?)
How you say that I left you?
First year was the best you (yeah)
After all the dumb shit that you did
Can't believe that I really kept you (damn)
We used to sit in the same room
And I still probably would text you (no)

She ain't never gon' talk back
Get big money, that's a tall bag (yeah)
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (woah)
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (let's go)
Poured up in the Lamb, it was manual, I had to stall that
I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't call back (hello?)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (woah)
Yeah, I pick the bitch up
But I made her walk back (yup)

All my niggas got the tools
So you need a hard hat
They ain't even know it's me
'Cause I had a skull cap (bitch, no)
Slime snake my disease (slatt)
If you bite, I bite back (woah)
Had this bitch on her knees
Asked her where her jaw at (ooh)
Hello? (Hello?), hold on
Baby, gotta call back
'Cause I ran into a lick (give me that)
And I need all that (yeah)
Murakami on my walls (ooh)
Nigga, where your KAWS at? (wow)
I just beat a nigga up
Now I need my paws back (yup)
Got a Glock with a dick
Yeah, I had to pause that (pause)
When I'm shopping, know I'm safe
So I'm in the mall strapped
Diamonds all up in her face (bling, baow, baow, bling)
Make your bitch percolate
Put her on a limo date
Been f*cked, boy, you late (woah)

She ain't never gon' talk back
Get big money, that's a tall bag (yeah)
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (yeah)
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (let's go)
Pulled off in the Lamb, it was manual, I had to stall that (let's go)
I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (woah)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (sauce it)
Yeah, I pick the bitch up
But I made her walk back (walk)

Yeah, chain gang
Diamonds in my chain hang
Diamonds in my chain swing (woah)
I'm just tryna maintain (vroom)
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout the fame (yeah)
F*cking with my f*cking brain (let's go)
I can go in any lane (woah)
Tear that bitch up out the frame (yeah)
Hotbox a Mulsanne (woah)
I just gotta ventilate (woah)
I just got a new Range (woah)
Yeah, it came with different plates
One, two, three, four
Skip the six, skip the eight
Then I skip the shit to ten
Run from 12, and I'm straight
Salty, you ain't never reach your day
You can't go where I go, you can't stay where I stay (stay)
Her nigga in the way
Picked her up in my Rolls (woah)
She don't know where I stay, f*cked that girl on vacay, yeah

No she ain't never gon' talk back
Get big money, that's a tall bag
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Hearts tags
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (let's go)
Pulled off in the Lamb, it was manual, I had to stall that
I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (hello? Okay)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (let's go)
Yeah, I pick the bitch up
But I made her walk back (walk)

Yeah, I picked the bitch up
And I made her walk back
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Writer: Symere Woods, Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Bust Me

I remember she said f*ck me, now that girl wanna f*ck me (yeah)
Lambo' truck, I remember I used to be dusty (whoa)
Every month, I go to the jeweler, tell Elliot to flood me
Factory on my watch, make your aftermarket say, "Please tuck me"
Old nigga had that watch since 2001, that bitch got rusty
She took SEPTA to my block, she said, "Uzi, can you bust me?" (Yeah)
I was off a Perc, took so long, she started rush me (yeah)
And when you got this type of money, you are never ugly (at all)

Whoa, okay (wait, where am I?)
(Bugz on the beat)

No, I do not trust 'em, no, I do not trust 'em (no)
She say that she love me, also say she love him (whoa)
Yeah, she must be geeked up, illegal substance
She is not a keeper, got her from my cousin
She was on my phone line (yeah), steady bustin'
Now she wanna slow grind, she said I was nothin'
Hurt me with them closed eyes (whoa), know she salty (let's go)
And I wear my clothes tight like I'm David Ruffin
Handcuffed, that's a no-no, you can't cuff me (yeah)
I can't do no one-on-one, I'm not with no stuck shit (no, no, no)

I won't lose, you can't win
I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy (ayy)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz (skrrt)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz, yeah
Three hundred for a two-door Benz (skrrt)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz (vroom)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz
I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy

They know that I'm the shit, let me sit, please don't flush me
These niggas want me to slip, want me to trip, they wanna hunt me
But I'm ridin' 'round with some shit, it got a stick, it got a front piece
I was with my Irish bitch, she said, "Uzi, you so lucky," yeah

I won't lose, you can't win (yeah)
I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy
Three hundred for a two-door Benz (yeah)
Three hundred for a two-door Benz, yeah

One, two, three, four of your friends
She said, "Uzi, can you pay my rent?"
Save your money, bitch, that's money well spent
Cartiers, I can't see 'em through the tint

I remember she said f*ck me, now that girl wanna f*ck me (yeah)
Lambo' truck, I remember I used to be dusty (whoa)
Every month, I go to the jeweler, tell Elliot to flood me
Factory on my watch, make your aftermarket say, "Please tuck me"
Old nigga had that watch since 2001, that bitch got rusty
She took SEPTA to my block, she said, "Uzi, can you bust me?" (Yeah)
I was off a Perc, took so long, she started rush me (yeah)
And when you got this type of money, you are never ugly (at all)

What the f*ck? What?
Wait, what?
Yo? Yo?
Where are they going? Wait
Wait, so
You gotta hit that button right there
(You are now leaving EA, the dark world)
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Writer: Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Prices

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh
The best feelin' in the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, okay, yes
One, two, one-two-three, yeah

Uh, you is a lie
Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh
You cannot come to this side, yeah
Gangster, but my jeans too tight (yeah)
I see my opps through the sights (sight)
Hit that bitch once and then tell her good night (bye bye)
All white on my ice look like rice (rice)
Stack up then get right out the sight (sight)

I just went up in my price (price)
I just went up in my price (price)
I just went up in my price (price)
I just went up in my price (ayy)
I just went up in my price
Money, my bank account, this shit precise (uh)
I just went up in my price (uh)
I just went up in my price (ayy)

I drive my whip like it's stolen (skrrt)
Yellow diamonds look like Homer (what?)
Heard that Rolls Royce is your homie's (dang)
So your whip, that is a loaner
My money aroused like my boner
I f*ck your bitch and did that off aroma (yeah)
We whip it up, no baking soda
I turn a f*ck nigga right to organ donor (damn)
Okay, I feel like I own her
That girl so smart that she walk for diploma (damn)
Off-white, my G-Fazos, they MoMA
She give me head all the way 'til I'm in coma (damn)
Ice is so cold like pneumonia
I might hit that bitch with that Super Soaker
I heard that boy gettin' bread, so we gon' heat his ass up with the toaster

Got a model with vitiligo
She got a condo out in Cabo
Got a side hoe, for my side hoe
I get high the most, mix my highs with my lows

Uh, you is a lie
Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh
You cannot come to this side, yeah
Gangster, but my jeans too tight (yeah)
I see my opps through the sights (uh)
Hit that bitch once and then tell her goodnight (yeah)
All white on my ice look like rice
Stack up then get right outta sight (uh)

I just went up in my price (uh)
I just went up in my price (price)
I just went up in my price (uh)
I just went up in my price (price)
I just went up in my price
Money, my bank account, this shit precise (uh)
I just went up in my price (ayy)
I just went up in my price (ayy)

I got the Glick with the lock (uh)
That lil' bitch still could go pop (uh)
You keep flexin' with that drop (uh)
Best believe you gon' get dropped (uh)
I get my looks from my mom (uh)
I get my swag from my pop (my pop)
You do not wanna do no time (uh)
So you start talkin' to the cops (hello?)
I skipped in that pussy, then hop (yeah)
I heard that bitch, she was hot (ew)
Hickory, dickory, dock (uh)
VVS all in my clock (my Rollie)
Get money like Anthony Hop
Silence the lamb and your ass'll get chopped (dropped)
Clean up, his brain on aisle five
Somebody, please can they go get the mop? (The mop)
And I'm with my boys, so you know that the gang shit will not stop
You know that lil' bitch gon' look around
So if she let me f*ck, then this shit is co-op
Yeah, I take more pills and she takin' more shots
Man, watch the way I had to drip on the block
Overseas on the jet, I had to slide
I went all the way to Germany, back to Gera

Uh, you is a lie
Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh
You cannot come to this side, yeah
Gangster, but my jeans too tight (yeah)
I see my opps through the sights
Hit that bitch once and then tell her goodnight (bye bye)
All white on my ice look like rice (rice)
Stack up then get right outta sight (uh)

I just went up in my price (uh)
I just went up in my price (my price)
I just went up in my price (my price)
I just went up in my price (my price)
I just went up in my price
Money, my bank account, this shit precise (uh)
I just went up in my price (my price)
I just went up in my price (my price)

I just went up in my price
I just went up in my price
That's the way that, um, how do I explain this?
Tell 'em who you is
Yo, it's Wan II (I just went up in my price)
Come over here
You tell 'em too
(Yo, it's Wan IV)
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Writer: Harold Harper, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Urgency

Treat my dark skin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, go (yeah)
Yeah
I treat my dark skin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Treat my dark skin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, it's emergency
I hit you up just with that urgency
Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me
And I know I was dead wrong, yeah
I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah

I focus just to make it stack tall, yeah
Got drip, got sauce, can dress her ass off, hey
We get so geeked, we call that blast off, ayy
I'ma pull up on that girl, mask off, ayy
No stallin', say that I'm playing, girl
I'ma do this regardless (yeah)
You flood my brain, them chemicals made me heartless
I'm the one that's normal, don't understand how you mosh it
I can see her in the rough
She be shining like a diamond (woo)
All these boys, they can't find it (yeah)
And that lil' boy, he be lyin' (yeah)
Keep on tryna take my persona (huh?)
Bite me up like a piranha
Buy the real deal, I swear you is a kinder
But over you, I'll still pull up the comma
I put that shit right there right on my mama
Whoa, yeah, yeah
Yeah, whoa

Treat my dark skin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone for emergency
I hit you up just with that urgency
Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me
And I know I was dead wrong, yeah
I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah (dead)

My exes, I think they were bad luck, yeah
I promise you gon' be the last one, yeah
Vacation just so you can have fun, yeah
Got 'em wishin' they were you, ain't that somethin', somethin'?
I'm outside in the black truck, jump in
So much better than my last one, that's when I met him
Wondering how he got me wrapped up (up, up)
You make the rules, babe
A drink on Tuesdays, don't stay out too late
But if you do, just let me know who you with
Tell me the truth, tell the judge I ain't do shit
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Treat my dark skin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, emergency
I hit you up just with that urgency
Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me
And I know I was dead wrong, yeah
I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah
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Writer: Sydney Bennett, Symere Woods, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Venetia

Lil Uzi Vert
To be exact (oh)
And I'm not from Earth, I'm from outer space, whoa (let's go)
And I'm different (uh, I'm wavy)

I'm somewhere I'm not even 'posed to be ('posed to be), yeah
I remember she ain't even notice me (notice me), yeah
Why I'm trippin'? She ain't even old as me (huh)
Her own man not even cold as me (let's go)
Every time I have a show, gotta sell it out 'fore I go to sleep (sleep, whoa)

We got some new bands
We got some new bands, yeah, yeah
We got some new bands
We got some new bands, yeah, yeah (let's go, let's go)
Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah
I f*ck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (whoa)
It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah
And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (as fast as I can)
I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (as fast as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (huh?)

Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van, yeah, yeah
Never sit by the door, my boy got a matte black thang, bang, bang
All orange on me, baby, orange, yeah, look like Tang, yeah, yeah
I done did everything, ain't do no crack cocaine, yeah, yeah
And I ain't never do no dope, make your bitch wanna choke, yeah, yeah
And she will suck on this dick if she old enough to vote, yeah, yeah
I took that girl M-I-A, now she wanna drive the boat, yeah, yeah
Now she want my money, I said, "Not at all, no, no" (no way)
Spanish girl, she always tryna get my pesos (woo)
You can't get no money, you don't get no dough-dough (dough)
She want all that verde, but pockets azul (azul, azul)
Yeah, she likes my wordplay, no way they stoppin' you (let's go, let's go)

We got some new bands
We got some new bands, yeah, yeah
We got some new bands
We got some new bands, yeah, yeah
Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah
I f*ck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah
It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah
And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (as fast as I can)
I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (as fast as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (never trust no man)

Now, why the f*ck would I give up on my gang if my gang never gave up on me? (Never)
I never, ever tell on my niggas, I don't care if they give me third degree (f*ck 'em)
I'm always gon' be a 1600 nigga with money connecting the streets (yeah, yeah)
These niggas mad because they is not me, and my niggas, they all gonna eat, come on
Wait, I can make a crazy girl go on a date
I can make a gay girl turn to a straight
Take off them jeans and put on her lace
F*ck all of that, take your bitch, then I grab on her waist
Talk to the reverend, but I don't know Mase
I cannot the see the haters, I got maced
Oh my God, Oh my God I'm in a Wraith, yeah
She pull up on me, then your bitch gettin' slayed
Louis V everything, I got the taste
She all on my face, so I know she wanna taste
Say I mumble too much, what the f*ck is you saying?
Your girl in my bed, and you she be layin'
She tell me her problems, act like I relate (one, two, three, let's go)

We got some new bands
We got some new bands, yeah, yeah
We got some new bands
We got some new bands, yeah, yeah
Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah
I f*ck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (let's go, let's go)
It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah
And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (as fast as I can)
I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (as fast as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (what?)
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Writer: Brandon Terrell Veal, Pacino Horne, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Secure the Bag

GLOhan

Diamonds on my choker
Diamonds on my necklace
Diamonds they be shinin', boy they so precious
I secure the bag then I go get it
I secure the bag then I go get it

Diamonds on my choker
Diamonds on my necklace
Diamonds they be shinin', boy they so precious
I secure the bag then I go get it
I secure the bag then I go get it

Yeah, hey
I'm a go getter
Yeah, hey
I'm a go getter
I secure the bag then I go get it
I secure the bag then I go get it

I secure the bag then I go get it
Reason why you mad 'cause I go get it
Boy you want my swag, tryna soak in it
Diamonds in my teeth with some gold in it
Bitch I throw my bows, that's that no limit
Pull up, Lambo no ceiling with yo' hoe in it
Had to close my roof then we bone in it
I ran in the store left my phone in it
Yeah, yeah, put on my trench coat 'cause you know I got my pole in it
Man these niggas trippin', man these hoes trippin'
Can't believe that I left my phone in it

Diamonds on my choker
Diamonds on my necklace
Diamonds they be shinin', boy they so precious
I secure the bag then I go get it
I secure the bag then I go get it

Diamonds on my choker
Diamonds on my necklace
Diamonds they be shinin', boy they so precious
I secure the bag then I go get it
I secure the bag then I go get it

Yeah, hey
I'm a go getter
Yeah, hey
I'm a go getter
I secure the bag then I go get it (it's Gucci!)
I secure the bag then I go get it (let's go!)

Got a AP on my wrist, it's screamin' please look at me
I'm in love with the attention, I keep on buyin' jewelry
And my Rollies is so icey, my bitch hide it from me
I'm addicted to Patek, so please provide them for me
Yo' hoe say you goin' broke, man she confiding to me
You can run but you can't hide, so you colliding with me
I wanna hit you from behind, so please rewind it for me
F*ck you with my jewelry on so it will be blindin' to see
She told me Gucci you the best, she keep remindin' a G
I told her I'm so Bouldercrest I keep a 9 in the seats
I'm the king of the jungle, I'm a lion in the sheets
I shoot you and yo' baby momma, now you dyin' with the freak

Diamonds on my choker
Diamonds on my necklace
Diamonds they be shinin', boy they so precious
I secure the bag then I go get it
I secure the bag then I go get it
Diamonds on my choker
Diamonds on my necklace
Diamonds they be shinin', boy they so precious
I secure the bag then I go get it
I secure the bag then I go get it

Yeah, hey
I'm a go getter
Yeah, hey
I'm a go getter
I secure the bag then I go get it
I secure the bag then I go get it
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Writer: Nicholas Phillip Leveston, Radric Davis, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.






P2

Ooh, I'm startin' over
Stackin' it, it was the top, now you alright? (I'm startin' over)
I'm quite alright, damn, my money's right
Yeah, ayy, yeah, it's quite alright

I wake up in the morning, then I'm gettin' back to it (back to it)
Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' back to it
You ain't show me no love, so I turned my back to you, yeah, yeah
I can't give no racks to you (8)

I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run (yeah, Lil Uzi, whoa)
Everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head
I said, everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head, whoa
Messing with your head, whoa

I been textin' her all night (night)
She know I was goin' wrong (yeah)
She left me right on read now
I'm walkin' with my head down
I gotta keep my head high
I got a whole 'nother check, not talkin' verified (okay)
Rest in peace my dead guys
I am no hater, yeah, we in the same whip
The only difference is that you do not own it (skrrt)
I can just tell by the way that you drivin' it
I pull up in that car just like it's stolen, yeah
Came a long way, came from the hallway
I can't stop, keep goin'
Yes, my life just feel like one long day
I just live in the moment (whoa)
Ooh, comin' out just when the sun down
My boys, they roofless like coupes and they really rundown
I got paper cuts from money, dollar bills covered in bust downs
Countin' with my thumb now, money make me numb now

I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun (yeah)
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run
Yeah, everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head
I said, everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head, whoa
Messing with your head, whoa

I just got richer overseas, yeah
Lookin' at my watch and it's a Richard and it's green, yeah
I'm still smokin' on that good, know I'm blowin' out the steam, yeah
You wouldn't even believe the numbers stuffed up in my jeans, yeah
Tell that girl to back-back, gotta stack racks (hey)
No, I can't go out sad, can't go out bad, yeah
I told that girl I'm not no duck, this ain't Aflac, yeah
I don't wanna get older, I'm still livin' in my last year
All my life just keep goin', don't worry 'bout that
Just tighten up and keep flowin', cowabunga
'Cause she gon' ride me like wakeboard (yeah)
I'm lickin' on her body until she don't make noise, yeah

I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real (real), our love is not fun
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run (yeah, yeah, whoa)
Everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head
I said, everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head, whoa
Messing with your head, whoa

Whoa
I said, messing with your head, whoa
Messing with your head
Yeah
Thank you
No, really, thank you
You're far too kind
You, and you, and you
Experience of a lifetime
I see all of you (yeah), yeah
I really appreciate you
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Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Futsal Shuffle 2020

Yo, sing this shit, are y'all f*ckin' dumb?
Eternal Atake
Gotta shoot two at her (yeah)
Gotta shoot two at her (whoa)
Blue cheddar

That girl, she got with my clone
I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better (whoa)

Are you serious?
I swear my money is serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearing it
She sucked my dick 'til she get delirious (wow)
Okay, jump on the jet so I'm clearing it (woo)
Okay port, but I'm not talking New' (let's go)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move, uh (damn)

I'm on some whole other shit
I got a whole 'nother rich, I'm on a new level
I was f*ckin' on your bitch
She was ridin' on my dick, she ain't be two pedals
I swear these niggas, they bitches
I swear they all gonna snitch when my niggas gon' shoot at 'em
Niggas, they mad about this
Niggas, they mad about that, but it's only if you let 'em
She saved my name in her phone
Only thing she saved me under is probably that "U" letter (hello?)
No, I don't got provolone
Only thing in my pocket is probably, um, some blue cheddar
She tried to leave me alone
Then she got right with my clone, man, I hope that she do better
I know it's blue cheese on me
But when I got 50s on me, I call that shit loose cheddar (ha)
Jeremy Scott's all on my feet
I had a cougar with me so I call that girl Coretta
I am the richest nigga in my city
I can make it rain like no matter what's the weather (facts)
I know that girl, she got swag
But when it come to putting it together, she could do better
I sent that girl a DM
She ain't answer me, so you know that I gotta shoot two at her (yeah)

Gotta shoot two at her (yeah)
Ayy, gotta shoot two at her (and you are Lil Uzi? Vert, let's go)
Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar (whoa)
That girl, she got with my clone
I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better, whoa (one, two, three, let's go)

Are you serious?
I swear my money is serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearing it
She sucked my dick 'til she get delirious
Okay, jump on the jet so I'm clearing it
Okay port, but I'm not talking New' (woo)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move (whoa)

They try to cut me down
When they say I'm too low (turn me up)
I said turn me up, I cannot hear my flow (whoa)
I ain't never been no fool
Do what I want, I'ma bend your rules (whoa)
I'ma take the dub, I'ma win
I ain't ever been no type that lose, yeah
Born like this, I ain't did no study
Everything I got, man, I got it in a hurry
If I love you, better say that you love me
And if I trust you, better say that you trust me
Talk 'bout the bag, the mula, the guap
I'm at the bank, only time that I'm running
I said I'm on the road, no, I cannot stop
I'm running through obstacles, I'm in a hurry
Whoa, stop that
Told a f*ck nigga just drop that (yeah)
If you shoot first, we gon' pop back
Margiela on me, lil' nigga, that's not that
What you got on? Prada sweatsuit made of nylon
See my righteous girl, yeah, she says, "Right on"
When I hit that girl right with the light on
When I hit that girl, oh

Gotta shoot two at her
Ayy, gotta shoot two at her (whoa)
Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar (whoa)
That girl, she got with my clone
I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better, whoa (one, two, three, let's go)

Are you serious?
I swear my money is serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearing it
She sucked my dick 'til she get delirious (whao)
Okay, jump on the jet so I'm clearing it
Okay port, but I'm not talking New' (mhm)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move (whoa)

(Lil Uzi Vert
Doot-doola-doot-doo
Doot-doo
Thank you, Lil Uzi Vert leaves
You 'posed to be standing still right now
Ready, set, go)
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Writer: Anton Martin Mendo, Brandon Terrell Veal, Cas van der Heijden, Mees van der Bruggen, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






That Way

I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way

But I don't wanna go out bad, wanna go out sad, wanna go out that way (no)
I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (let's go)
If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (whoa)
Twenty-five hundred on my shirt what the tag say (let's go)

I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way, whoa
I want it that way

Whoa, she from Atlanta, she went to Cascade, ayy (let's get it)
She ride the D like she's tryna drag race (whoa)
Don't slow me right down, I like it fast-paced, ayy
That is enough about that girl, everyone know it is my world
And he dropped an album, thought it was trash day (yeah, whoa)
I'm on my own, not talkin' masturbate, yeah (ew)
She gave me dome 'til I graduate, whoa
I'ma grab a Bentley, Mean might go and grab a Wraith, yeah
I had to snap back into reality and go grab a fitted (fitted)
My jeans, yeah, they fitted (woo)
But Lil Uzi, he is so far from the timid (let's go)
The reason I'm rich
'Cause I had to go and just fix my percentage (let's go)
You know that I'm winnin'
My white girl got black card and it got no limit (woo)

I don't wanna go out bad, don't wanna go out sad, not that way (yeah)
I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (yes)
If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (whoa)
Twenty-five hundred for my shirt what the tag say (yeah)

And I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way, whoa
I want it that way

When I'm in DC, make the hoes go-go (go)
Yes, I'm slimy like a snail, but I'm no slowpoke
Only reason I didn't kick her out 'cause she gon' deepthroat (yeah)
Hit it no protection, injection, yeah, this shit is lethal (go)
They laugh at me because I'm emo
I killed my girlfriend, that's why I'm single (f*ck her)
Can't call 911 'cause I'm in Reno (yeah)
Gave away my thumbs and I stood three toes (let's go, let's go)
Diamonds hittin', bling, bling (let's go)
Make the chopper sing, sing (let's go, let's go, let's go)
He a killer (what?), same thing (same thing)
Eyes low, Simmons, Ming (yeah)

I don't wanna go out bad, don't wanna go out sad, not that way
I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (yes)
If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (why? Whoa)
Twenty-five hundred for my shirt what the tag say (yeah)

And I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way, whoa
I want it that way

I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way
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Eternal Atake is the second studio album by American rapper and singer Lil Uzi Vert. It was released through Generation Now and Atlantic Records on March 6, 2020.

The album features a sole guest appearance from American singer Syd. The production was handled by Bobby Raps, Brandon Finessin, Bugz Ronin, Chief Keef, Oogie Mane, TM88, Wheezy, and others. It is their first project since their debut studio album, Luv Is Rage 2 (2017).

The album was supported by the singles "Futsal Shuffle 2020" and "That Way", which later appeared as the album's bonus tracks.

A week later, on March 13, the deluxe version of the album, titled Lil Uzi Vert vs. the World 2 was released as a surprise album. The album served as a sequel to their third mixtape, Lil Uzi Vert vs. the World (2016), which was released four years earlier.

The album features new guest appearances from American rappers Chief Keef, 21 Savage, Future, Young Thug, Gunna, Lil Durk, Young Nudy, and Nav.

Eternal Atake was met with widespread critical acclaim, debuting at number one on the US Billboard 200, earning 288,000 album-equivalent units (including 9,000 pure album sales) in its first week. The album earned 400 million US streams in its first week, which was the fourth-largest streaming debut at the time of its release.
Performed By: Lil Uzi Vert
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Bobby Raps, Brandon Finessin, Bugz Ronin, Chief Keef, Cousin Vinny, Dez Wright Beats, Felipe S, Harold Harper, Ike Beatz, Loesoe, Mayyzo, Nick Seeley, Oogie Mane, Outtatown, Starboy, Supah Mario, TM88, Wheezy, Yung Lan
Length: 62:13
Released: March 6th, 2020
Year: 2020

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