Lil Uzi Vert — Brokeboy

[Intro] (I'm working on dying) Broke boy Hello? Hello? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Oogie Mane, he killed it) I get big guap (Hello?) That by no choice (Yeah) [Chorus] Niggas hatin’ (Yeah) Man, it's so annoyin' (What?) I get big guap (Guap) That’s by no choice I got big choppers That make no noise We get fast guap Y'all them slow boys You's a broke boy I'm a cold boy (Boy) White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) They look like coke, boy Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You'll get soaked, boy This a Molly, baby This ain't Altoid [Verse 1] This is not a Porsche, this a Rolls-Royce Pull up in that new Lamb', cost four Fords (Yeah) Yeah, big shit that you can’t afford, yeah Pull up skrrtin’ then I slam my doors I know that they watchin' me I know that they watchin’ me I know that they watchin' me, ooh I can't make a move I can't make a move I can’t make a move I know that they watchin' me I know that they watchin' me I know that they watchin' me, ooh (Yeah) I can't make a move (Yeah) I can't make a move (Yeah) I can't make a move (Yeah, ayy) [Chorus] Niggas hatin' (Yeah) Man, it's so annoyin' (What?) I get big guap (Guap) That's by no choice I got big choppers That make no noise We get fast guap Y'all them slow boys (Hey) You's a broke boy (Boy) I'm a cold boy (Boy) White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) They look like coke, boy Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You'll get soaked, boy (What?) This a Molly, baby This ain't Altoid (Fuck it) [Verse 2] Girl, you stuck on up Yeah, you talk too much (Too much) Never shuttin' up (What?) She gon' let me fuck So I butter her up I don't want the love So I hit it rough, yeah Took a hundred shrooms, I was straight to the moon Pull up in a Doom, yeah, my pockets, it go zoom Hundred smack-a-roos, I spent that with my goons (Okay, okay) Four pair of Balmains cost a hundred pack of Trues (Okay) Diamonds in my molars, I ain't tryna lose a tooth (No) See me in the bando, know I always got my tool Know the number one rule that it's really not no rules (Okay) If she choosin' me I know that lil' bitch choosin' you (Okay) I was in the Diamond District, bitch, I spent a deuce (Okay) Went back to the 1600 with all of my jewels (Yeah) All these cameras on me, would've thought I made the news (Okay) All this paper on me, would've thought I made the news (Yeah) Matchin' head to toe, you would've thought I made these shoes (Okay) These Balenciagas, they ain't comin' out 'til June (Ayy) I ain't tryna creep, I ain't tryna find no clues (Lil Uzi) Rather be on stage than to be walkin' in Blues (Lil Uzi) Bitch in Baton Rouge, she so rude I can't lose, I'm that dude Gucci suit, Gucci boots Gucci coupe, off the goop Gotta recoupe, need a juice Shoot the hoop, she so loose If I hit one gotta hit two That's my rule, ooh (1600) [Chorus] Niggas hatin' (Yeah) Man, it's so annoyin' (What?) I get big guap (Guap) That's by no choice (Choice) I got big choppers (Yeah) That make no noise We get fast guap Y'all them slow boys You's a broke boy I'm a cold boy (Boy) White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) They look like coke, boy Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You'll get soaked, boy (What?) This a Molly, baby This ain't Altoid (Fuck it) [Outro] Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi