Lil Uzi Vert — THUGGER VOICE

[Intro] Ah-skrr-skrr Uh, alright Charlie Good work, Charlie Alright, go, Charlie Yeah [Chorus] I turn five to a ten I turn twenty to a fifty Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi I turn five to a ten I turn twenty to a fifty Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi What you want? Tell me what you want (What do you want?) Like, what you want? Like, what do you want? (What do you want?) What you want? Let a nigga know Let a nigga know, yeah [Verse 1] You get hit, Forty'll hurt you I got your bitch on me and your mama on me and she birthed you Lil Uzi, and he's off the shits Got your bitch on me, she all-all on the dick I get so turnt up, counting these bands, these bands I don't give a motherfuck, I am the man Stay down with me bae, your girl my baby I'm fucking on her, I am too lazy Uzi might hit now, said Uzi might hit I got your girl now and she be all on my dick Hotel room, in a hotel It don't matter, I do whatever I just got her, I'm off the shits now I got your bitch now, she on my dick now Chopping a brick now, give me the lick now Don't give a shit now, I don't give a shit now That money walk back to me, a diamond walk back to me And the buzz be back at me, I got the whole industry That camera walk back at me, I just get money I'm fucking with Reese Mane, (LaFlare!) I think this shit funny I got that tune in, I got that tune in color I got the bitches, I still got everything on me They say, "What you saying?" I say, "It's what I said" If you can't understand, nigga, get the fuck up out my face [Chorus] I turn five to a ten I turn twenty to a fifty Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi I turn five to a ten I turn twenty to a fifty Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi What you want? Tell me what you want (What do you want?) Like, what you want? Like, what do you want? (What do you want?) What you want? Let a nigga know Let a nigga know, let a nigga know [Verse 2] Okay hit it like Hussein, then she taking care of him And she call me baby, that shit be crazy I'm whipping and whipping, that talk ain't no baby I beat that pussy 'til it's Forrest Whittaker, I'm not lazy I don't care though, I'm just crazy She sucking dick now, stay out the bando I got these two guns, I feel like I'm Rambo She playing my dick like she was on saxophone Call on the telephone, I hang up the telephone That's shit might be tapped, don't fuck with no telephone Meet me in person, I'm moving that P I'm jugging the white, man I'm serving that white, man I know I don't, I don't know Ayy, hahahaha