Unknown Artist — Jeans Mashup

[Intro: Thouxanbanfauni] Damn DJ Plugg, DJ Pl- Dee and Dee Money want billions Oh, GT I like this one I keep that shit in my jeans [Hook: Thouxanbanfauni] 30 round all in my jeans I spilt the Wock on my jeans I got that lean on my jeans I spilt the Tech on my jeans I keep a strap in my jeans I keep a Tech in my jeans Got me a dick in my jeans Got me two dicks in my jeans Yo hoe she all in my jeans I keep that shit in my jeans I spilt the lean on my jeans I got that Wock in my jeans [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Hold up, my new girl, yeah, that's your folder Got the chopper with no holster That shit might knock out my shoulder I stuck the fan in the cooler Drivin' the Lamb' at the Lotus Flacko done told me to slow up Spin around and hit the donuts I had your girl I wan' hold her I fuck and she deep throating She suck my dick like the stick, yeah I told that girl I'm reloaded 30 rounds all in my clip, yeah And my bullets hit like boulders Money so big I can't fold her Can't fit in my pockets so I have elope Double cup, ice with the potion Diamonds they hit like the ocean Can't read my shirt cause it's Gosha Scope got the aim with the Ruger Swerving the Range it's the Rover I hit the shot with the Floater I flood the AP like Rollie I got the bread in the toaster I got the bread in the toaster [Hook: Thouxanbanfauni] 30 round all in my jeans I spilt the Wock on my jeans I got that lean on my jeans I spilt the Tech on my jeans I keep a strap in my jeans I keep a Tech in my jeans Got me a dick in my jeans Got me two dicks in my jeans Yo hoe she all in my jeans I keep that shit in my jeans I spilt the lean on my jeans I got that Wock in my jeans [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Don't want no sex lil' bitch Just wan' the neck lil' bitch You tryna act like you like me, huh You want a check bitch, huh You want a check you bitch Can't get the check you bitch, yeah Pull out a 100K give my girl 99, look, yeah I bless my chick You got your first piece of Raf You tryna flex and shit I got so much money, boy, they be watchin' and I had to rest my drip, yeah I had to rest my drip, yeah I had to rest my drip, yeah I do not go to the club, my crib where my section is Told her "Don't call my phone, not with the texting, bitch Don't want no messages, feelings ain't catching it" Told her "You talk to much, baby girl rest your lips" Baby go rest your lips, yeah [Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah