Wallet Lil Uzi Vert (Ft. NGeeYL)

[Intro: NGeeYL]
Slime
Yeah, yeah
SSet, SSet
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Raw
Yeah
I'm tired of being good, bitch I’m tryna be bad (I'm tryna be bad)
Pull up on that old nigga, that got that Jag' (Bitch ass nigga)
He ain’t try me cause these bombs, they hit Baghdad
See bitch I got a whole gang behind me and I hide it
I don't show off none that street shit, cause I'm the prophet (No bap)
Basically what I'm sayin' none of my niggas extort for profit, yeah
Bitch we need everything we rob, but fuck nigga what's in your wallet?
Bitch I'm so slime, I be with Dora, be with Dolly
I ain't gonna let one nigga stop me from this sliming (Fuck that nigga)
Bitch I don’t give a fuck what you say, your favorite rapper ain’t diamond
Bitch I'm too turnt up, I can’t stop this shit cause I'm T.U
Standing on my monеy 7 foot, your shit like 3'2”
Mixed personalitiеs, like why the fuck would I be you?
Different bitches sucking my dick, like hoe why would I need you?
Like a dog ass bitch, cause I'm a Pit, so I’m in heat too
This ain't my best verse, but it ain't my worst (It ain't my worst)
I don't give a fuck about no bitch, I take back whips, I don't take back purse (Yeah)
Bitch I ain't drinking no cut, I'm drinking that raw, wish I could just throw it up
“Why the fuck you wanna throw it up?” Last night, I swear to god I was going up
So basically saying I ain't got no Wock today
Niggas they die today, these niggas tryna reach in the pot today
Today I feel like I'm Nine Trey, tomorrow l feel like I'm still Nine Trey (No bap)
Nine shots, you don't need no AR when you got switches on nine Glocks
Bitch I'm lit in my city, ask the nigga's that's all in my bitty
Bitch I'm breme and billy, I'm the only Billy that come from Philly
Bitch, try me get that blatt
Nine shots in your back
If my bitch don't call her coochie “Boochie,” shoot her cat, yeah
CT, CT, CT, CT only in my lap (What?)
Bulletproof my Cadillac, this seat came with a Mac
My lil bitch think she a horse, I fuck on that bitch and I rip out her tracks
I don't like good girls, I like whores, can you just suck that lil' dick from the back? (Pause)
What the fuck you talking about, that shit? You trippin' little nigga
I got a whole lotta money, I gotta whole lotta figures
All of my killers they icy, we talkin' bout my drillers (My drillers)
She pullin' my pants, eat the cone, she wanna eat all the ice cream
I know I'm Billy for real, but you know I'm so sixteen (so sixteen)
I know I'm Billy for real, but you know I'm so sixteen (so sixteen)
You know I'm Billy for real, but I'm so sixteen (so sixteen)
You know I'm Billy for real, but you know I'm so sixteen (so sixteen)
Double that