Lil Uzi Vert – Sticky Lyrics

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[Intro]
That sound like um
My-my-my-my-my UFO when it lands yeah
Lil Uzi, huh, yeah, huh
Lil Uzi, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right

[Verse 1]
My diamonds don’t need no light (No light)
Them bitches shinin’ at night (Oh yeah)
Pull up lambo more 4 pipes (Skrr)
My young nigga totin’ them pipes (Boom)
She gave me that head like it lice (Yeah)
But that girl I swear she so sheisty (Sheisty)
Like everything she said “I like” (Oh yeah)
So everything really not nice

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
‘Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped the Cosmo and the Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin’ in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can’t fuck her, she ain’t sticky (She ain’t sticky)
Doin’ well, got a proud family, bitch I’m sticky (Bitch I’m sticky)
I’m the captain, so I’m never sayin’ “Pick me” (No way)

[Verse 2]
Suck all my dick, better keep that shit clean (Better keep it clean)
I play with her clit, I made that bitch cream
After we were done, she told me she got big dreams (Oh what?)
Asked me for some hundreds, she said she need 16
I told her talk with her eyes
I told her walk with her tongue, I can’t walk with my feet (I can’t)
‘Cause I pay 3k just right for my sneaks, drive bentley truck but no jeep (Damn)
My Bentley don’t come with keys
Your Jeep, it came with the keys (Yeah)
You know that I had to leave, you know I’m only a tease (Bye, bye)
Yeah, get the cake, switchin’ states (What?)
Bitch I’m baked (Bitch I’m baked), in a Wraith (In a Wraith)
Don’t eat steak (Don’t eat steak), shrimp my plate (Shrimp my plate)
My bitch from space, get that Creme Brulee
Stack it, put it in a safe
Diamonds in my watch, the reason why I’m late
Basically what I’m sayin’ “I flood the face”
Get paid to be late, I got expensive taste

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
‘Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped the Cosmo and the Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin’ in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can’t fuck her, she ain’t sticky (She ain’t sticky)
Doin’ well, got a proud family, bitch I’m sticky (Bitch I’m sticky)
I’m the captain, so I’m never sayin’ “Pick me” (No way)
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
‘Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped the Cosmo and the Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin’ in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can’t fuck her, she ain’t sticky (She ain’t sticky)
Doin’ well, got a proud family, bitch I’m sticky (Bitch I’m sticky)
I’m the captain, so I’m never sayin’ “Pick me” (No way)

[Verse 3]
Black diamonds on my neck, they got pigment
Kiss me, kiss me, made girl ride my dick like a 10 speed
If she leave, I know she gon back that girl a frisbee
Look you can’t make me mad, you can’t make me sad
This a rollie, can’t tick me (Bow, bow)
This is V12, you can’t get me (You can’t catch me)
These nigga mad, well hit me
All of the hate shit, yeah miss me (Yeah, yeah)
Wich one? Which one? Wich one?
I don’t know lil’ bitch, lets see (Yeah, yeah)
Might pull out that Lambo, the hellcat, the viper, now back to the Bentley (Yeah, skrr)

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
‘Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped the Cosmo and the Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin’ in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can’t fuck her, she ain’t sticky (She ain’t sticky)
Doin’ well, got a proud family, bitch I’m sticky (Bitch I’m sticky)
I’m the captain, so I’m never sayin’ “Pick me” (No way)

Lil Uzi Vert – New Patek Lyrics

Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Aight, I’m ready

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink
You a bad bitch, then we can link
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh-uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great”

Ok, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller me proud of my wrist (wrist)
My shooters gon’ shoot, can’t miss
My shooter got .30 on his hip
Yeah I need my fix
Was that a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil girl don’t trip
Cool blood, but my money crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can’t take no pic, no flick (no cap)
Fuck that bitch in my new whip (skrr)
Her ass so fat, can’t fit
Her ass so fat, it’s amazing (amazing)
Her ass so fat, it’s a miracle (miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I’m the same nigga bustin’ their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling O’s, no cheerios
I don’t wake up in the morning for cereal
Flip the brick make the whole shit do a aerial
Bang the shit out and make the hoes sing Ariel
Silencers so they really can not hear me though
Killing these beats, Lil Uzi a serial
Clean up the body, prepare for the burial
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
I got the swag, probably I’ma finish you
I am a octopus, I cannot breath without water
So I put diamonds on my tentacles
How is you stoppin’ us, they is not toppin’ us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil’ boy, if it’s beef I get to choppin’ shit up like it’s prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain white gold your shit look like copper bruh
MCM yeah that shit made of ostrich bruh
But I don’t wear that, give that to my hoes
Yeah, I swear that lil’ nigga my clone
I had to do this shit all on my own
Yeah, slime shit, lil’ baby, put diamonds in my nose

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip
That jeweler made part of my wrist

Franck Muller made part of my wrist
Franck Muller made part of my wrist
New Rollie made a part of my wrist
AP made part of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a millie down sellin’ my bank

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the fuck she know my name
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the bitch, “eat me cock”
Motorcycle days, bitch, young jock
That’s what I call her, she all on my top
Rapstar or do he sell rock?
He got files so he beatin’ the trial
Couple racks, let them niggas run wild
Super filthy, man, they livin’ so foul
I got some real niggas that is locked up
Tryna shade the bar just for the foul
All my bitches want me to take a foul
Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns
He get money, then I had to say “how?”
New rug, and it’s made out of wolf
New rabbit, yeah, I use as a towel
Lil’ bitch, yeah I run through the city
Different spots in it just like a cow
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout a mansion, no house
Yeah, my closet, yeah, that shit got a house
Four years, I ain’t even see a mouse
Please stop talking, bitch, put dick in your mouth
We get money, what the fuck is a drought?
Makin’ rain ’cause I’m up in the clouds
Had to tell that lil’ bitch, get from around
‘Cause that little bitch be fuckin’ with clowns

Let’s go, let’s go, had to tell that lil bitch, yeah let’s go
Yeah, that lil nigga stole my swag, and he’s tryna steal my flow
I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone
I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go
I put hundreds in my safe (ayy)
I throw twenties in her face
I put the M in a J (ayy)
I got a bae in the bay (ayy)
I fucked on that nigga little bitch that’s the reason he tryna’ say that I’m gay (ayy)
Way more coochie the kid slay (ayy)
I sell a mil in a day (ayy)
All of my bitches they grade A
I do not get it in Canada, but when I’m in Toronto they treat me like Drake
This a light jet, this a flight day
Had that lil’ bitch, that’s on Myspace
I can feel this shit in my veins
Look at my neck, that’s an ice tray
Come on tell me, what you sayin’
(what you sayin’, what you sayin’, what you sayin’)

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
(Oh yeah)

Franck Muller made part of my wrist
Franck Muller made part of my wrist
New Rollie made part of my wrist
AP made a part of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a millie down sellin’ my bank

New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger ring sit like a sink
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the fuck she know my name
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the bitch, “eat me cock”

Yeah, that’s it

Lil Uzi Vert – Introvert Lyrics

[Intro]
Uhh, uh
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ my money, I’m countin’ this paper
You fuck with me, 223 bullet in chamber
I promise you, leave your girl ’round me, I’ll take her
She didn’t wanna lick her Lil Uzi, now had taste it
Faded I put down my dough, I don’t really be chasin’
LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers
Baby, that [?] really wanna see you shake it
Swerve in the coupe and I’m countin’ that money, no charts
She said, “Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist”
She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion
I’m drivin’ up in the Rolls Royce
I’m countin’ money when I’m bored
Stop countin’ money ’cause that’s what I do when I’m bored
If you really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point?
I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, and [?] feel like I’m Floyd

[Interlude]
Uh, uhh, uhh
[Japanese clip plays]
Uh, uhh, uhh

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

[Bridge]
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Yeah, ohh, yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m off the Xan’, she off Roc’
Trunk in the front of my car
I met the slut at the bar
I fucked the slut at the bar
Strummin’ that pussy guitar
Smashin’ that bih’ like a tar
Shots on your bitch like JR
But in my wallet, Goyard
Raf Simmons steppin’ on ya
Margielas steppin’ on ya
Rick Owens steppin’ on ya
All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark
I am not regular, baby girl, you are the star
I am ballin’ like I am Derrick Rose
I be ballin’ like I miss Amber Rose
Luv is Rage, jump in a crowd at my shows

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

NAV – Freshman List lyrics

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 1]
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
Ammunition, I got plenty
I squeezed it till it’s empty
My haters, they resent me
Never checking what they send me
Don’t touch me, I ain’t friendly
I’m driving foreigns, I ain’t renting
Your career is stuck on pending
The corner what I’m bending
You’re thinking about lending
My money I ain’t sending
You can’t get a penny
You wanna see me fail because I’m balling
You a fake and we ain’t got nothing in common
You didn’t pick up when you saw me calling
So you wouldn’t catch me if you saw me falling
Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know
Don’t try to come around me if you wasn’t here before
You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 2]
I’m rolling off a bean and I’m stoned
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
My teachers used to call my momma on the phone
I failed in all my classes, hated going home
Got-Got a lot of problems that I handle on my own
Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home
And now when I come home, I’m fucking every bitch I know
I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone
I feeling in my zone, I took two 30’s to the dome
I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone
I’m balling, you can’t stand it how I keep you on your toes
No motion picture money rewinds in my video
When I’m in my city, I feel like I’m Rambo
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I don’t know
But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambos

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

Uncle Murda – Don’t Talk About It

[Intro]
D-C-O. Don’t come outside, volume one
G-M-G-A-T-M it’s the unit
Reefa on the beat, whoa

[Verse]
All that cocaine residue I left up in the pot got my shawty flippin’
She was tryin’ to cook mashed potatoes for me for dinner with some fried chicken (sorry)
I ain’t get to do the dishes after I cooked up, I was in a rush
I told her clean it up for me, she ain’t got to cook, order Pizza Hut (doorbell hold me down)
Still gamblin’ with my freedom, I ain’t all the way out the mud yet (nope)
My little brother be around bloods, I’m surprised he ain’t turn blood yet (soowoop)
Cops killin’ niggas, niggas killin’ niggas, but we ain’t gettin’ judged equal (DA)
They the ones that got badges on ‘em, they supposed to protect and serve the people (yeah right)
OGs tell me drop out like, “What the fuck a teacher gon’ teach you?” (they right)
Seen fiends tear their arm up looking for a vein to stick it with the needle (damn)
Commissary for my niggas in the feds while a Jewish lawyer fight the case
Killed a nigga, his man got away, he ran so fast he ain’t see my face (pww)
Caught a body and I rapped ‘bout it, I ain’t say his name but I rapped ‘bout it (1,2 1,2)
To me it’s funny, but my mans that I caught the body with don’t be laughing ‘bout it (ha ha ha)
Hundred bands worth of jewelry on, just to stunt on niggas with no destination (whoa)
I don’t trust bitches that be like, “What you doing daddy? Text me your location.” (huh?)
Stash box in the Cadillac, I can fit about five Dracos in it
A body dropped in my hood and police tried to get niggas to say I did it (I ain’t do that one)
Back then when I fought a case I used to have to pay my lawyer in the stormers
He don’t care what they found in the crib, motherfuckas ain’t have no warrants (no)
Beat the case, beat another case, walking out the courtroom diddy boppin’ (ooouuu)
Had a nickname for my lawyer, used to call him the Jewish Johnnie Cochran
Get me home, keep me out of jail ‘cuz he know he gon’ keep gettin’ checks (ooouuu)
Hold up, nigga, wait a minute, I ain’t finished yet like Nicki’s ex (ooouuu)
Meek Mill voice on the intro, listen little niggas, I’m on fire
Hands down, homie, I did records with 50, JAY Z and Mariah (I’m just sayin’)
I’m the underrated, underdog, but I promise you, my time comin’
50 gave me a bag of money and I ain’t even have to sign nothin’ (whoa)
Everybody have money to they ear, awww man, Jay throwin’ shade (let’s go Hov)
Niggas dying for a hood they mother payin’ rent and tryna’ get the rent paid
Daddy left when the baby came (damn), left mommy all alone to struggle
My credit good and I’m throwing money in the club, I ain’t knockin’ bitches hustle
On the low, that’s what Jay did, well that ain’t even on the low
Probably ain’t even know he did that, now he did if he ain’t know
Tell him [?] to my crime partner that’s what Jay shouted out (whoa)
Even Rolling Stone wrote an article, say that’s what he was talkin’ ‘bout
Little niggas ain’t bumbin’ Jay, 4:44 went over they head
Niggas rather Lil’ Uzi, push me to the edge all my friends are dead instead (serious?!)
They don’t know what real rap ‘bout, I’m off this, Power back out
Jamie St. Patrick was locked up, beat the case, now he back out (he ain’t rat)
Watchin’ it with my lady, maybe it’s cuz I ain’t smoke yet
Call 50 like, “Yo, why you ain’t let Kanan kill Ghost yet?” (yo, Fif)
Niggas don’t want no beef with us, they freeze up when the squeeze at us
Niggas shooting in the air, you tryin’ to hit me, or you tryin’ to shoot Jesus up (hallelujah)
Real niggas out here stravin’, while the weirdos gettin’ fat (ooouuu)
Got to question a niggas character when you see him hangin’ ‘round a rat (ooouuu)
Niggas be like I know who did it, that’s how the police know who did it (ooouuu)
If everybody keep they mouth shut, watch how fast the case get acquitted

[Outro]
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Fuck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Fuck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)

Fetti – Yung Ralph feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Yung Ralph – Fetti

Hey yo man, we got Juug motherf*ckin’ man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi.(fetti)

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

I’m bout to stop f*ckin’ with niggas I know ain’t with it
(f*ck em)
You lil f*ck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (b*tch!)
f*ck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky
No barbaric b*tch, I got on some Burberry
I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I’m a big dog, I’m a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I am a tiger, f*ck a Mufasa
I shit like a diaper, I’m never gon’ wife her
Swear, swear, I’m never gon’ wife her
I catch her the bed and I f*ck out the lights
I swear I’m in Europe, but I don’t got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

Yeah, why your b*tch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don’t run up on me ya’ll
My little b*tch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya’ll
Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty
Yeah, I’m countin’ all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya I’m rockin’ on designer clothes
Ya nowadays sharin’ my hoes
Ya everyday hear bout this dough
Just in case you didn’t know
I had your b*tch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin’ the knots
Lil Uzi rockin’ them shows yahh
Countin’ fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fettiii
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet it.

Gucci and Louie come straight out the box
I play with Fetti but my name ain’t Wap
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I’m talkin’ that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Still movin’ snow and that purp
Niggas own G’s, oh don’t play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I’ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin’ vert’
Diamonds flashin’ like an ambulance
In the bank doin’ the money dance
Overseas with a foreign b*tch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin’ f*ck a hater baby
I’m the Cavs, you the Lakers baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fettiii, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet ittt.
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Lil Uzi Vert – Ps & Qs

[Intro]
Yuh
I ain’t gone lie
This song right here slick hatin’
So

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money

[Verse 1]
She had a nigga that was on the music scene (what, thought he was me?)
Had a nigga, thought he was going straight to the league (yeah, straight to the D)
Yeah, fuck with my baby I swear that, that nigga gone bleed
Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me

[Verse 2]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s, yeah
Cause that could happen to me, yeah
Ran that girl to the big league, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Like, haha, oh well, now your girl with me
Like, Austin was holding her up, yea, um boy please
Like bye bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 3]
Watch out for my doors
Lambo that bitch roar (skrt)
Tell my girl that the world could be yours, yeah
Number one rule, don’t listen to whores, yeah
No, you’ve never lived this life before, yeah
More money than your last man, of course, yeah
Drivin’ in that foreign, yeah
Where you thought you was goin’ in that Ford
I took what’s yours, yeah
I made her mine
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah

[Outro]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s

ASAP Ferg – New Level (Remix) (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Future & Lil Uzi Vert) letras

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Future]
Yeah, yeah
A$AP
Turn my vocals up a little bit more please, yeah
(Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP
Yeah, load ’em up, yeah
I’m on a new level! I’m on it, I’m on it
Woof! Woof! Woof! Ayy!

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
Woof! Woof! Woof! Ayy!

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I’m on a new level
Remember when mices jumping out the frigidaire
Broke, poor, they eliminate us
Throw my people down the incinerator
Malcom X, Martin Luther (hallelujah)
Jim Crow is back at it (talkin’ to ya)
Bought a gold chain (more power to ya)
Wanted more bling (but I got a Ruger)
Brown water in my system now (yea)
Henny got me in my feelings now
I’m feelin’ like “fuck the system now” (yea)
Cause all they do is shoot my people down
That newer level was the ceiling now
They want to kill us with the vision now
I’ll be damned if I’m killing now
I go to Sony, bring the building down
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I bought a new devil (I bought a new devil)
I still got a new shovel (I still got a new shovel)
To put you to my shoe level (put you to my shoe level)
Just know my crew rebels (know my crew rebels)
That put you niggas in the dirt (yeah)
Chain with the new bezel (chain with the new bezel)
All my nigga’s put in work

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m on a new level
Getting money, went up two levels
Now my bars hot like a tea kettle
She ride my dick, I got two pedels
Bitch I’m hot as a match
Pull up to Diablo, that be two devils
Heard your girl was a freak
Yeah, but that’s only if you let her
Pull off in my ride with the new leather
Yeah, the one with the red letters
Matter of fact, you bring her, bring her
Ay, don’t forget yourself too
Yeah, matter of fact, bring your whole crew
Yeah, Lil Uzi pull Lambo coupe
Yeah, now your girl I’mma recruit
Yeah, blow on me just like some soup
Yeah, blow on me just like a flute
Yeah, blow on me like a loose tooth
Yeah, first she showed me just how it move
Yeah, I fucked that girl right cause she new
I will not touch her
Yeah, if it’s already not two
Hey, Rafi and Ricky, my boo
Yeah, went and new leveled my shoe

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
On another, ‘nother level now
That’s shrooms, acid, drank, weed, pills
Fresh manicure, breaking down the bag
Didn’t even stain my clean nails
I bet there’s some killers who die for me
Catch a body on they free will
My West Coast niggas ride for me
Word to the homie G Will
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign
My crew look like an exhibition now
Mama only riding Benzes now
Traded in the Expedition now
My bitches only flying business now
My pretty face up in the Gusiness now
I model Dior like I’m Christian now
Got her masturbating to my pictures now
Two front gold teeth
All I want for Christmas is peace between brothers and police
24 diamond karat gold leash on my exotic pet
Exotic car, no lease
And I designed it, back to you flooded with diamonds
Bitches they call me Your Highness
Sipping on medicine, when no coughing, no sinus
That alarm all the sirens

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (I’m on a new level)
Put these niggas in the dirt (yeah)
Chain with the new bezel (I’m on a new level)
All my niggas put in work (all my niggas put in work)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work