Rust Poundside Pop (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Whoa, Lets go
It's Lil Uzi Vert-

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I whip it 'til my thumb tan
Break the powder on that one pan
Snare on that trap with that drum den'
We only need one fan
Found out he a opp, had to get rid of my one man
Now a bitch from the hood and that pussy all good
And I fucked this bitch right out in London
Man the drugs had me numb man
I was popping them footballs, looked like a nigga was punting
Now tell me are you dumb man
My niggas got rifles, it looks like they always be huntin'
Man I swear I be stuntin'
Yeah I made it from nothin', we made a bitch out yo tough man
Upgrade my wrist, we don't save no bitch, my pants I ain't even cuffing
Moncler on my vest, no we can't do a goose, cause my niggas out here they ain't duckin'
Um what you say, what man, four leaves on the clover, no I can't run out of luck man
On a whole different substance, I'm still popping these whoo-, my niggas still selling that dust man
Clean him up like a dustpan, man I'm swervin' this trackhawk, it look like a young nigga drunk man
I be with steppas', for all of them niggas you with yeah they already stomped man
When you light up the blunt man