Lyrics:
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Let's go
Yeah (ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
One, two, three, hello (whoa)
I won't never call back, if I hang up, I
crucified mutual suicide.
Who am I? Loco with vocals, goin' coast to coast.
Heaven'll move me, right, for sure.
Deception whether my brethren, but sunny
no choice but to grind
Three hundred daily push ups
Throw my weight they know my body
Cheap bitches never come my way
Its levels know my body
We come
look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
sparlish bish
I do Sparlish shit
I blow the bag on designer
An vacation trips
If she yo Valentine then buy her Valentino don't be cheap nigga blow The bag
see it
She got that money hungry attitude
A fat bank account to set the mood
Picks your drunk ass up in the whip at 3am
And fuck she paid for dinner
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy a mansion
and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show
and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show
and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show
Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin' like Z-Bo
I am connected to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Late
that cheap
It may become a bad habit
You see a brother with a little bit of dough, you want to grab it
I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit
and we'll be through.
And then he cried one give me one dollar,
Who'll make it two only two dollars who'll make it three,
Three dollars twice now that's
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
broke, nothin' to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (bitch)
Smokin' dope out a Jeep, now I'm bustin' it down by the P
different
When I visit
Eliza please, you know too well
I'm not too cheap, for this hotel
It's half past three, I'm by myself
But you know me, how I've been
shots from the
God damn three am I a rap god now?
I am whether you like it not
Yo words ain't shit
Don't talk just rap me out out
Rap me out my spot
Who
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
bills to day"
Now what am I to say, cause Yuk, he love the kids
Puffy sell millions, but Yuk, he love the kids
So I broke off bread, I did it for
redial it?
This shit is pure
You can sell it on the streets
Then re-vial it
We been racking up
On cheap mileage
With 3 zips
RASHEED WALLACE
Get tar on my
violet
Proceed pilot
Why redial it?
This shit is pure
You can sell it on the streets
Then re-vial it
We been racking up
On cheap mileage
With 3 zips
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