Like This
Lil Uzi Vert, G Herbo
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(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah) (Dj Victorious, we mean the business) Uh, a hunnid million what I'm tryna get Anythin' to get this paper, bitch, I'm tryin' it (uh) Ain't nobody gonna play with me, nigga reach I'm firin' it (bah) Know your waitin' on me to go broke lil' nigga Mm-mm, I'm dyin' with it (Lil' Uzi, let's go, yeah) You ain't got gwop like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this Suck my dick, bitch, ashy lips (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this (yeah) You ain't got cash like this (yeah) Smokin' exotic, I'm high as shit I'll die if I don't keep this bitch on my hip Hopefully I don't shoot this bitch off the rip Ain't like you rappers with all that lip (shit) Canary my diamonds, they wedges like lemon (what?) Ocean my neck in this shit like Pacific (yeah) I like my bitches with fat ass and titties No, no, no, Lil' Uzi, not too specific (let's go) Ain't like you bappers, we real Kobe cappers You niggas be actors and not even factors Double the racks and then back in the back seat That shoot like a Raptor, a rapper attacked me DM that hoe, but she still in my mentions Bitches be talkin', these hoes they be snitchin' Niggas be talkin', these niggas be snitchin' Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click quickly A hunnid million what I'm tryna get Anythin' to get this paper, bitch, I'm tryin' it (uh) Ain't nobody gonna play with me, nigga reach I'm firin' it (bah) Know your waitin' on me to go broke lil' nigga Mm-mm, I'm dyin' with it (let's go, yeah) You ain't got gwop like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this (yeah) You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this (let's go) You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this (yeah) You ain't got cash like this (uh) Canary my diamonds, they wedges like lemon Ocean my neck in this shit like Pacific I like my bitches with fat ass and titties No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific DM that hoe, but she still in my mentions Bitches be talkin', these hoes they be snitchin' Niggas be talkin', these niggas be snitchin' Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click quickly I went to every jeweler in this shit, told all of them better not tax me And I got two bribs in LA right now, 'cause that's where the packs be You don't know we in the 'Raq runnin' shit, you don't know us Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up On the bullshit on the block like Noah Give me the beef well done like Boa, bitch So a f*ck nigga can see what I'm shootin' (what?) I pop out with your bitch, I had to recruit it (what?) Okay, she know I f*ck with all her friends But she don't say nothin', she scared to lose me (let's go) I f*ck them lil' bitches right to my music Pull out my dick then she start flutin' Whoa, she said she don't f*ck with niggas (word) So she still shoppin' at Gucci (let's go) And before rappers wasn't lying on IG Actually been here sauce like Zaxby's (ayy, uh) Build my wave like Max B, I'm in New York free Max B I be in New York like a taxi Riding in the Lambo truck, finna pull a lil' swerve, car seat in the backseat Your bitch she attracted to money, yeah, that's why she fuckin' (yeah) My niggas attracted to shootin', that's why they keep bussin' (whoa) I'm with the gang for life, you know that I'm stuck in it (yeah) You know they gon' up that price, you know they ain't touchin' shit Niggas gettin' rich, if it's smoke we ain't duckin' it I'm in Chiraq when I rhyme with a hundred clips Richard Mille plain cost a hundred clip Pushin' a Rolls with the Maybach, my brother whip Get that boy first, know he hear me, I'm comin' quick F*ck all this rappin', we ain't with this sucka shit Hundred clip, pull out a window and dump at you We back in Friendsville comfortable (let's go, yeah) You ain't got gwop like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this, yeah You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this (let's go) You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got gwop like this (yeah) You ain't got cash like this (yeah) Bitch, I'm havin' shit, I wear a whip on my wrist Real killers ridin' with straps Can respond in rap, I don't trip on a diss When we print out the physicals, cop my disc Chill out, hop off my dick Yeah, it's me and Vert, skrrt Big .40 it burst, you get murked, jerk Brand new Richard Millie, yeah Hop a stack through this, yeah Brand new Lambo runnin' through red lights Like I'm at the track in that bitch Brand new red Rarri (uh) Ain't no traction in it (yeah)
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Written by: Deandre Woods, Herbert Wright, Julian C. Davis, Symere Woods
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