Lil Uzi Vert — Still Servin

[Intro] Zaytoven [Chorus] I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah) You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah) I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?) She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—) [Verse 1] Ayy, ayy, ayy, (Ayy), wait, ayy Thumb through the fifties and thumb through the hundreds I swear to God that I got too much cake My neck is on freeze and my wrist is degrees If you wanted to, I swear that you could ice skate I'm off the hook like the worm is the bait Woah, your girl love givin' me face Walk around, AP, the diamond the face, woah That's the reason why I'm late Kept it real from the jump (Yup) That's the reason why I'm paid (A millionaire) Diamond hickey like a lump (Swag) All my jewelry custom-made (Huh?) Walk around with a pump (What?), put that shit by my leg (Lil Uzi) Put a hundred on his head, Mr. Push-Me-To-The-Edge 'Cause all my friends are dead All of my commas are blue (Woah) But my new bitch, yeah, she red None of these girls, yeah, they new, uh But she gon' do what I say, ayy Money gon' do a lot [Chorus] I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah) You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah) I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?) She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—) [Verse 2] Pull up on that fuck nigga just for talkin' shit (Skrrt) Do a drive-by, we ain't walkin' it (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Got them big chops, my niggas keep sparkin' shit You got them .30s but we got them longer clips Fuck that bitch once then I'm ending the party Look at that girl, like, "I'm sorry" Dyin' my hair so I feel like Jeff Hardy These niggas keepin' up, um, hardly Hardly, hardly, hardly, pew (Lil' bitch) She jump on the top and she ridin' my dick like that shit was a Harley, pew (Lil' bitch) Two guns on me I name the one "Joker," the other, "Quinn Harley" (Swag) Huh, diamonds they shinin', got a son on me (Huh) Yeah, you my homie, don't run on me Matter of fact, smoke, lil' bitch, 'cause I got my gun on me Wait, that lil' bitch came over (Woah), then she put tongue on me (Yeah) "Uzi, can you cum on me?" (Ayy), "Can you put you son on me?" [Chorus] I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah) You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah) I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?) She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—)