[Intro]
Oh (Yeah, Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Oh (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah), Oh (Lil Uzi Vert, [?])
Ayy, oh (You are listening to Heaven in stereo)
Oh, yeah
Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, 1600)
Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, chopsticks)
[Verse]
Now they mad, they set this game up, I'm no failure
You know that I eat my chips, boy, I’m not no Kettle
Talkin' shit, we air it out, no I'm not no settler
Got three million for my maid, met her in Australia
Everything I make a hit, platinum, bitch, like seven times
Got your bitch up on my dick, money Kevin Federline
She keep tryna call my phone, I told her to wait in line
Smokin' gas, I face it man
Dread head like Jamaican man
Lemon lime on my 'Rari, just to race it, man
You know how much it cost me, just like half a man
I'm the Chase Bank, like that shit the old Citizens (Lil Uzi)
We get new guap but we spend like old Benjamins (Come on)
Got her tubes tied, I could see through her innocence
She's a brunette, got a bump, grab the insulin
No, I do not fuck them hoes, I'm a business man
Her boyfriend my opp, I don't care, 'cause he been a snitch
Coolin' with my squad, you can run up 'cause you been a bitch
Fuckin' on his wife, she a hoe 'cause she lickin' dick (Dick)
Runnin' through her squad and I did that off my innocence
Dri-Dri-Driving in a butter pecan 'Rari, with a limit, bitch (Yeah)
Hunnid thousand, upside down my crosses, what I'm spendin', bitch
'Least a nigga goin' out in style when I'm sinning, bitch
Jeff Hardy right off the ropes, when a nigga pin your bitch
Mixin' up the swag, I'm drippin', swabbin', like a chemist, bitch
Yes, I got a 30 in my clip and yes, like ten gon' hit (Bah)
I been bagged your girl, she came to me, yes, you gon' miss your bitch
You know I can't lose, my whole team is "We hit, no miss"
Your daughter askin' for Lil Uzi on her Christmas list (What?)
Yeah, my mother askin' me, am I even Christian, bitch (What?)
I'm the one made a Christian Mingle account—said 666
I'm the one movin' with the snakes, my niggas say, "Slatt, slatt, slatt" (Slatt)
I got sauce, I got drip, Rick Owens on my knapsack-sack (Sack!)
Ain't a thing changed, all we know is get them racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Fuckin' with my gang, 1600, you get clapped, clapped, clapped (Pah)
I gave her ten bands just so she can get her ass correct (Grah)
I was in the stars, bitch, I'm tweakin all in Nazareth (Brah, brah)
On the LSD, this shit keep giving me acid reflux
Stack guap to the top, no, no, no, I do not want my ex
I was with Lil Wop, I was shakin' off the perky meds
I was off two 30s, somebody please call the Perky Man
If he wanna beef, we can turn it to beef, jerky man
She came over, 7/11, gave me slurpy, man
If he want the havoc on his block, we make 'em different, man
Milly Rock on your block, yes, I am a sturdy man
Balenciaga up on my socks, I'm not a dirty man
Yes, I'm fresher than your bitch, choppa gonna swerve you, man
Twenty bands for a brick, sike, no, that's a turkey, man
First class, pescatarian, I'm in turbulance
Your girlfriend don't know my song, she think I'm serving bricks
'Cause I'm hangin' with the drug dealers and we on the 6
1600, you ain't that, boy, you counterfeit
I'm the one, rich forever, you can ask your bitch
Oh (Yeah, Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Oh (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah), Oh (Lil Uzi Vert, [?])
Ayy, oh (You are listening to Heaven in stereo)
Oh, yeah
Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, 1600)
Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, chopsticks)
[Verse]
Now they mad, they set this game up, I'm no failure
You know that I eat my chips, boy, I’m not no Kettle
Talkin' shit, we air it out, no I'm not no settler
Got three million for my maid, met her in Australia
Everything I make a hit, platinum, bitch, like seven times
Got your bitch up on my dick, money Kevin Federline
She keep tryna call my phone, I told her to wait in line
Smokin' gas, I face it man
Dread head like Jamaican man
Lemon lime on my 'Rari, just to race it, man
You know how much it cost me, just like half a man
I'm the Chase Bank, like that shit the old Citizens (Lil Uzi)
We get new guap but we spend like old Benjamins (Come on)
Got her tubes tied, I could see through her innocence
She's a brunette, got a bump, grab the insulin
No, I do not fuck them hoes, I'm a business man
Her boyfriend my opp, I don't care, 'cause he been a snitch
Coolin' with my squad, you can run up 'cause you been a bitch
Fuckin' on his wife, she a hoe 'cause she lickin' dick (Dick)
Runnin' through her squad and I did that off my innocence
Dri-Dri-Driving in a butter pecan 'Rari, with a limit, bitch (Yeah)
Hunnid thousand, upside down my crosses, what I'm spendin', bitch
'Least a nigga goin' out in style when I'm sinning, bitch
Jeff Hardy right off the ropes, when a nigga pin your bitch
Mixin' up the swag, I'm drippin', swabbin', like a chemist, bitch
Yes, I got a 30 in my clip and yes, like ten gon' hit (Bah)
I been bagged your girl, she came to me, yes, you gon' miss your bitch
You know I can't lose, my whole team is "We hit, no miss"
Your daughter askin' for Lil Uzi on her Christmas list (What?)
Yeah, my mother askin' me, am I even Christian, bitch (What?)
I'm the one made a Christian Mingle account—said 666
I'm the one movin' with the snakes, my niggas say, "Slatt, slatt, slatt" (Slatt)
I got sauce, I got drip, Rick Owens on my knapsack-sack (Sack!)
Ain't a thing changed, all we know is get them racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Fuckin' with my gang, 1600, you get clapped, clapped, clapped (Pah)
I gave her ten bands just so she can get her ass correct (Grah)
I was in the stars, bitch, I'm tweakin all in Nazareth (Brah, brah)
On the LSD, this shit keep giving me acid reflux
Stack guap to the top, no, no, no, I do not want my ex
I was with Lil Wop, I was shakin' off the perky meds
I was off two 30s, somebody please call the Perky Man
If he wanna beef, we can turn it to beef, jerky man
She came over, 7/11, gave me slurpy, man
If he want the havoc on his block, we make 'em different, man
Milly Rock on your block, yes, I am a sturdy man
Balenciaga up on my socks, I'm not a dirty man
Yes, I'm fresher than your bitch, choppa gonna swerve you, man
Twenty bands for a brick, sike, no, that's a turkey, man
First class, pescatarian, I'm in turbulance
Your girlfriend don't know my song, she think I'm serving bricks
'Cause I'm hangin' with the drug dealers and we on the 6
1600, you ain't that, boy, you counterfeit
I'm the one, rich forever, you can ask your bitch
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