Call Me Bart Future & Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro: Future]
Lambo', Double R
Choppa long like guitar
Choppa like a guit—, choppa like a guitar
Gang (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Let's go

[Chorus: Future]
Rose gold platinum Cubans, I be wearing it like it's art, huh (Woo)
Yellow diamonds on, in the trap they call me Bart, huh
Pocket full of stones and then my carats, forty pointers, huh
I done flexed so long, I'm bigger than Elvis, I got joints, uh-huh

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Diamonds on my teeth, so when you smile you see a glisten, huh
I'm on demon time, so when I step I got that stick, uh-huh
Exotics in my driveway, got a turbo with the switch, uh-huh
I might go on flyway, go to church, gettin' caught wit' your bitch, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Future]
Like in the Bay area they go dumb, they go hyphy when they slide, uh-huh
Run a nigga down, when he get tired, open up that fire, uh-huh
Gasin' on the pedal and Chane-ne know I'm a [?], uh-huh
Pitch black, blue diamonds, ain't never gon' [?] (Uh-huh)
Bitch down on my team, like she just saw her ass a 'Rari
All steppers, all criminals, young just went on a robbery
Life is like a soccer field, I kick it with a different bitch
I taught you how to cook the yayo, like you was in chemistry
Future gave you a first pill, now you ain't on no friendly shit (Pluto)
I ain't gon' dap up nobody like everybody the enemy
I wish I killed chances I took with penitentiary (Yeah)
I ain't gon' never fall, I'm standin' up 'til the finish, yeah (Gang)