[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah (Stay with a stick)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah (Stay with a stick, stay with a stick)
Eat it up, bitch, pull up with mothefuckin', motherfuckin' bitch (Still got no stick)
I don't need one, I got my motherfuckin' bitch (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
That system cheap, I got my one legit
Lil Uzi Vert! (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Got too geeked up, I done turned to a nerd, yeah (Oh)
I been fuckin' with Freebandz, I start moving birds, yeah (Brr)
I start gettin' free bands, fuck what you heard, man (Yeah)
Pull up, a 918, that is a Porsche and I ain't tryna hit the curb, man
My niggas pull up, they masked up, they got all the choppas, it look like the Purge, yeah
Mixin' the red with the yellow, the yellow, the shit remind me of some purp, yeah
Every time your bitch, she pull up, she suckin' my dick and I make that ho' squirt, yeah
The millions comin' in four-five years, I add five years, that probably two years
I been in the game, I'm a millionaire
Heel on my car, turn that bitch to a deer
These niggas broke so these boys not my peers
Cartier Buffie, the lens on 'em clear (Yeah)
Not in the airport, I stay out the clear
Fucked the bitch, fuck your bitch right in the chair
I stay with money right on me, uh-huh (I stay with money right on me)
No, I do not wear Versace but my boxers Versace, don't wear no Tommy's (Yeah, on God)
I almost lost the Lamb' (Damn), I almost lost my mind (Skrrt)
Ran when that nigga, he took the stand (Damn)
You don't even know what it feels like puttin' a hit on your own man (Yeah)
The bodies, the bodies keep rollin' in, money keep rollin' in
Your bitch, she rollin' just right off the pills (Yeah, yeah)
I get the money, this shit is the real (Yeah, yeah)
I got your bitch on me, she like the deal
She tryna suck on my pickle, I fucked on your bitch then I gave her a nickle
No, I'm not lyin', nothings an issue when you got Chanel print right on your tissue (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with JR, put a clear clip on a motherfuckin' AR (Brr)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
Swallow it whole when a young nigga skeet it up
Turn around, come on lil' bitch, let me beat it up (Yeah)
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up (Yeah)
Poppin' a pill, that be twice, yeah
I'm on a whole 'nother vibe, yeah
I'm a young nigga from Philly, my bitch, she be movin' them drugs out of Cobb (Ah)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah (Stay with a stick)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah (Stay with a stick, stay with a stick)
Eat it up, bitch, pull up with mothefuckin', motherfuckin' bitch (Still got no stick)
I don't need one, I got my motherfuckin' bitch (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
That system cheap, I got my one legit
Lil Uzi Vert! (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Got too geeked up, I done turned to a nerd, yeah (Oh)
I been fuckin' with Freebandz, I start moving birds, yeah (Brr)
I start gettin' free bands, fuck what you heard, man (Yeah)
Pull up, a 918, that is a Porsche and I ain't tryna hit the curb, man
My niggas pull up, they masked up, they got all the choppas, it look like the Purge, yeah
Mixin' the red with the yellow, the yellow, the shit remind me of some purp, yeah
Every time your bitch, she pull up, she suckin' my dick and I make that ho' squirt, yeah
The millions comin' in four-five years, I add five years, that probably two years
I been in the game, I'm a millionaire
Heel on my car, turn that bitch to a deer
These niggas broke so these boys not my peers
Cartier Buffie, the lens on 'em clear (Yeah)
Not in the airport, I stay out the clear
Fucked the bitch, fuck your bitch right in the chair
I stay with money right on me, uh-huh (I stay with money right on me)
No, I do not wear Versace but my boxers Versace, don't wear no Tommy's (Yeah, on God)
I almost lost the Lamb' (Damn), I almost lost my mind (Skrrt)
Ran when that nigga, he took the stand (Damn)
You don't even know what it feels like puttin' a hit on your own man (Yeah)
The bodies, the bodies keep rollin' in, money keep rollin' in
Your bitch, she rollin' just right off the pills (Yeah, yeah)
I get the money, this shit is the real (Yeah, yeah)
I got your bitch on me, she like the deal
She tryna suck on my pickle, I fucked on your bitch then I gave her a nickle
No, I'm not lyin', nothings an issue when you got Chanel print right on your tissue (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with JR, put a clear clip on a motherfuckin' AR (Brr)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
Swallow it whole when a young nigga skeet it up
Turn around, come on lil' bitch, let me beat it up (Yeah)
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up (Yeah)
Poppin' a pill, that be twice, yeah
I'm on a whole 'nother vibe, yeah
I'm a young nigga from Philly, my bitch, she be movin' them drugs out of Cobb (Ah)
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