[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Gucci ghost, she fill my ghost, I'ma get that mula (Grra)
Wop my brother, got loyalty, ain’t gotta pay my shooter (DooWop)
I was in the 'Raq off flats, just watch the way that I boot up (Straight rap, no cap)
Glod up on a broke boy, just watch the way that you lose, uh (Gang)
Put a hole in a broke boy, so big look like a hoola (hoop)
Now I'm gettin’ money, tryna be my mans, look at him like who ya? (envy)
No, you ain't really with the shits, I could just see right through ya (Broke boy)
No, no, you can't hang with the gang, Weenie Hut Junior (Broke boy)
Yes, I'ma boss, I'ma floss, sing to her, Vandross, I feel like Luther (hear me)
Get in the club with the 40 on the Moss, I swear my gun is too tough (On the gang)
I was just with your bitch, made her eat my two nuts (Yeah)
All the opps mad 'cause we getting this guap, they can't believe we blew up (Uh)
We don't know them, uh, but best believe they knew us (Uh)
I was in the drop and I’m off this cap, I had to pour up like two cups (Cap)
Had to get on a flight to Madagascar and these niggas still can’t move us (Bitch)
Let me hit him bro, I don't care if he sue us (Bitch)
[Verse 2: DooWop & Lil Uzi Vert]
Nah, you ain’t even gotta hit him bro, that's the reason I'm your shooter (150)
Nigga, I was really in the field, it was either stay in the house or suit up (150)
Me and DooWop in LA and we made a duet on a cougar (On Cap)
Now I'm in the hills just poppin’ them pills so I'm coolin' like a cooler (150)
VVS diamonds hit off the Raf Simons, man, shoutout to my jeweler (Avi)
Your lil bitch got brain, now she smarter than a tutor (Brain)
Her top game insane, oblongata her medulla (Brain)
But we don't chase hoes, all we chase is this damn mula (Guap)
I'm still in the trap and my boys sell packs, that's the way that we still maneuver (Money)
Clip long as a ruler
FN got a cooler (Yeah)
TEC-9, it'll juke ya
Been had chops, bitch, this ain't new to us (Ayy)
Not from Dubai but my chopper, I'll shoot it up
We aim at your mind and you probably could lose your luck
You niggas bitches, you really ain't shooting, no
I fucked on this bitch and I wetted her coochie up
You niggas' diamonds ain't doing no stupid stuff
Told a little goofy, "Just give all this goofy up"
100 round clips, they talking no movie stunt
Your life is too boring, that mean that your movie suck
We been getting money, this shit ain't new to us
I got the dreads with the Boosie cut
Might just go shoot up your funeral
My niggas soldiers, they said you ain't losing us
Put some lil money on his head (Yeah)
We do the shooting, ain't no niggas shooting us
I had to pour up some red (Red)
Pass through the Raq and the bitches be choosing us (Bitch)
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh
Wop, Wop, Wop, Lil Uzi, yeah
Yeah, 150, 150, 150, 150
That's YSL, 150, GBE, bitch, uh
That's 150, YSL, GBE, bitch, uh, yeah
