Lyrics:
Lil Uzi Vert, I'm dripping it
You can walk on water too if have faith in me
I got high paid killers, you safe with me
Set me up on first date, don't
nothin'
I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I
I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine
I can't lie, yeah,
up (oh), po' up, po' up (oh-whoa)
You mr. Nasty, I'll clean it up (that was nasty)
I wanna go where nobody's been
(Wanna go where you've been,
foundation the way I reinforce it
I monitor movements precisely
Makin niggas hit high notes like the Eisley's
Finally some bitches I can touch up
No foe too strong, no odds too long
No price too high, he's put some by
No dodge, no doubt, no backing out
Blobby, oh Mr Blobby
If humanity's
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I
. Boombastic
Mr. Boombastic
Mr. Boombastic
That's my name baby
You can show me around
Show me that you worth it
I'll just give you a crown
Go through highs
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas
As a young nigga, I
then who (Son tell me who)
Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do
I get high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by
Stay red eye
No need
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
you when the day is done
I'm coming home, this time I'm gonna stay
I'm coming home and I ain't never goin' away
My feet are itching to get back
to stay that way through all life's demands
'Cause they chip and they nag and they pull at me
And every little thing I make up my mind to be
Like I'ma be
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those who get high with you
Niggas
'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
and leavin'
I say you've been hurtin' needlessly
It's high time you were loved by the likes of me
I'd like to be at your beck and call
I'd like to stay
colder out I think I've had enough
Mr. Atom Bomb, I ruin all I touch
As I lay here I'm all alone the tears run down my cheek
I turn the fan on high and let
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
fuckers, "You dig?" Then I showed them folks a ditch
I stay in my bag, bitch, let's go on a trip (trip)
Cartier frame, four clover, Lil Flip
And fake
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those who get high with you
Niggas
The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter
And If I ever
outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (dumb as fuck)
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (brrah)
I told my PO
I'll have some clam chowder, followed by beef steak on rye
Pumpkin pie, whipped cream and coffee
I wanna green salad on the side
Don't forget
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