Luh Tyler Ransom
[Intro: Luh Tyler & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah (Shit), uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(You ain't got the answer, Sway)
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (Woah!)
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler & Lil Uzi Vert]
Your lil' bitch a freak, yeah, she gon' f..ck for free, yeah
Know what's up with me, I get to that cheese, yeah
I get to that green, yeah, like my bitches mean (Bee)
Rock out with my team, that bankroll can't fit in my jeans, yeah (Woah)
This shit what I dream, I'm ballin', I feel like Kareem, yeah
I snap, I do my thing, this make you hit the shoulder lean, yeah (Ayy)
Money straight to the blues, take my chain, go straight to the news (Yeah), what?
Nigga headed straight to the moon, I pull up in that Wraith, that shit go "Vroom"
Sweepin' shit up like a broom, just wait, young nigga, we gon' see the top soon (Talk to 'em)
Young nigga finna go and shake the room, young nigga finna blow, finna watch this bitch boom (What else?)
Young nigga headed straight to the top, and your lil' bitch a thot, got the ho' givin' top (Uh-uh, facts)
Know a nigga chasin' straight after guap, when I run that shit up, I'ma go drop the rock (Run it up)
Nigga pull up in a coupe real fast, and I'm doin' the dash, might go and drop the top, nigga (Skrrt)
Nigga breakin' that code, they be cuffin' these hoes, nigga out here actin' like cops
I'm tryna be the richest, we runnin' up them digits
Run a man out his bridges, phew, that's them switches (Grrah)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Speakin' on them riches, Millie my wrist, bitch, it's a Nixon
Switch on the back of the Glock and it's glitchin'
Treat it like Madden, this chopper a hit stick
All of my old bitches, new bitch, they missed this
Pop off her top, like this shit was a mystic
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, he sixin'
Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance
Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton
They thought I was Eazy-E, nah, bitch, I'm pimpin'
Don't got leg problems, lil' bitch, but I'm limpin'
This is my bottom, bitch, no, I ain't simpin'
Ever pop pill and drink lean 'til you dizzy?
Lemonade Wock' overflowin' assembly
I'm all the way fresh, I make sure they not dingey
I want my half-cent, she not worth a penny
Fuck is a hook if a nigga keep goin'?
If you asked me, every bitch there'd be goin'
She wanna f..ck me and yes I do know it
Step in the sun with this ice, it start snowin'
I'm from 1600, that is the low end
Popped a lil' pill, it hit like melatonin
Gun on my waist and i ain't gon' show 'em
Thirty my clip, lil' don't I need stop goin'
Smokin' my opp, it turn me to The Omen
She don't know who she f..ckin', that bitch f..ckin' old men
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin'
Wait, you don't want me just to keep goin'?
I'm in your house and your bitch gettin' nasty
I'm in your house like my name Kyle Massey
Bitch, I be saucin' and swaggin', i'm jazzy
Bullets'll shave off your head like you Cassie
Bitch, I'm a goat, my Margiellas, they tabby
College bitch give me head out Tallahassee
I got a plug that live Cincinnati
He ain't even from there, that boy from Atlanta
Smokin' on vapes like I can't even get cancer
Country lil' bitch, yeah, that ho', she a 'Bamer
Don't wanna f..ck on that bitch, gettin' cancer
Hit your main bitch, but to me, she a random
Might to Dubai to do donuts in sandals
Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún
If I find a opp, best believe that this man doomed
I let the junkie test work, it's a sample (Woah, woah)
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' nigga, phew, phew, phew