Lil Uzi Vert — ZE$TY BOYZ

[Intro] G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahahaha Yeah, yeah [Verse] Eight hundred gods, yes I be with like eight hundred guys In the kitchen whip eight hundred pies Disrespectful, you a son of mine I will hit you with this gun of mine Wet you like you just got baptized Bitch, I stay right in that trap house Whippin' bricks and off that Act high You the type nigga that act high Talkin' shit, nigga, no rap back I'ma have to make them bullets fly Lil Uzi lit up ten guys Fuck your bitch then make her pussy cry Then I might have to take you out Like four-five have your ass penalized Honestly, you not a friend of mine Whippin' up, whippin' that thirty-six Everything, use these them dirty bricks Tryna rob me, boy you dumb as shit Extended clip right on that forty-fifth And we don't say thot, we say "cat", nigga So tell that cat just to come eat the dick Turn around clappin' then do a split Put 24k on a nigga wrist Pay eighty for platinum in nigga mouth You owe me some money, run in your house And that be your bitch, but she gave me mouth I aimed for her face, skeeted on her blouse And that be your side-relation child And Lil Uzi Vert, yeah he OD wild And I sip that lean, purple in my mouth I feel like Rick James steppin' on your couch [Outro] Let's get it! Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi Fuck it all, Lil Uzi Lil Uzi, young nigga