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lirik lagu tcardi (remix) - lil uzi vert

[intro]
1600 sh~t, n~gga
phew~phew
1~6, double 0

[verse]
two chops’ on my waist, and they both f.n. (graah)
like, what? no, i am not one of them (nah)
bro shot up his face and shot at his legs (like, what?)
popped at his stomach now he need depends (uh)
i ain’t no~, hold on (huh? ugh), i ain’t no shooter, but it just depends
ass so fire, them b00bies whole 10s
selling these p’s out the maybach benz (yeah, shh)
i’m in new york and i’m creeping around with a blood b~tch
yeah, she got maybach friends (what?)
the maybach you got right now, had it 2018
n~gga, you drive my “way back then” (uh~huh, what?)
i still pay hits for chico, my n~gga, and that sh~t happened, like, way back when
see, i ain’t have money back then
but, now, we up, so i pay for get back for my friend (yeah, haha)
ever get your d~ck sucked from a lil’ b~tch that f~ck with a n~gga that you know out grin?
suck my d~ck, b~tchass n~gga
stop tryna beef with a richass n~gga
i swear to god, everyday tired of these m’s (grrah)
all of my opps, yeah, they money is tiny
get off my tip like your name prolly tiny
they all on my stick like a pot at harmony
i left out the trap with a 10 on 10
finessin’ this rap, in my, um, pocket 90
10% for my n~ggas, that be loyalty
they know my body, the rest of me grimy
free [?], ’bout to come home
free yak and thug made me slimy
f~ck so many hoes, these stars look like diamonds
they know what i’m on, my hoes come with a condom
i bust so many nuts, she say i taste like almonds (yeah)
look for the opps, i can’t wait ’til we find them
i ain’t shootin’, i pay for it because i am dotted
you will get k!lled for just tryna co~sign me
i put a hunnid racks up on a n~gga
only give fifty if you won’t hit line
my po he all on my ass
i can’t even feel the real feeling, can’t smoke no dead bodies (yeah)
see, i ain’t no street n~gga
but, i know street n~ggas that keep me safe in the streets (safe in the streets)
see, lil uzi good anywhere that he go, even where his opp be (grrah)
’cause they know that south carolina columbia always gon’ be in reach (what that mean?)
basically, what i’m sayin’ is, i got the f.n. on me
two~tone, two~tone, two~tone (let’s go, grrah)
two~phone, two~phone, two~phones (brr, h~llo?)
one for the high and one for the low
i don’t need a tracker, she gave up the lo’
she gave up the lo’, then he came out the crib, catch him slippin’ (thottie, b~tch)
he try to put his crocs in sport mode, but these bullets right here, i swear you can’t beat it (grrah~grrah~grrah)
i had a choppa in my video, told my po it was prop
my big bro a serial k!ller
you can’t find a body? well, go ‘head check by the docks
i’m on my finsta just watching this live on instagram, sometimes i check out the opps
they said that that lil’ b~tch p~ssy was trash
well, i’m still gon’ try, i’m checking the top
i shot at a n~gga wit’ .4, ask every n~gga right here that’s from my block (block)
that n~gga ran each other with gate
i would’ve been legend if i hit my dot (no lie)
b~tch, i stay in new york in a penthouse
and the cops still try hit my spot (chop back, sh~t)
i was in the crib praying on ramadan
praying they ain’t find that box
n~gga, i ain’t lyin’, everything i say that’s facts, p~ssy
i ain’t gon’ lie ’bout a lil’ trap money, ’cause my real money come from rap
i ain’t no fraud, just to keep it real, n~gga, i was involved
lil’ n~gga from my block, but i’m big dog (yeah, grrah)
the beef could’ve been squashed, but i’m the cause (ahh)
b~tch, i’m a p, like master, no limit (yeah)
swiping that card like fraud, no limit
don’t come on my block if you get that feeling (grrah)
my pocket got cake like~ (shhh)
my pocket got pastry, angela simmons
bro threw the drilla, the striker, the rented
don’t care if it’s petty, that sh~t still business (yeah)
i was the first with the mas’ 3 bentley
i was the first pouring wock’ in the simp’ (simp’)
load up the .556 in the semi (pha~pha)
i’ve been counting racks ever since it was dingy
i wore amiri one time, can’t do it
them type of jeans to me look stupid
can’t even stuff my breech
i want to stuff in it, so my sweatpants from gucci (gucci)
i started trapping at 9pm
by 10:17 i turned to gucci
one of my b~tches had me goin’ brazy
like chris brown, she must got a karrueche
none of my b~tches do code, they do toosie
i’m tryna pour up a four, not a deuce (grrr)
i don’t wanna f~ck in the whip, want a chewy (grrr)
grabba gon’ punch on the side of the doobie
tec 9 came with the airhose n’ coolant
indian~jamaican b~tch, she a cootie
i got that rocketpop right in my pocket
most of these n~ggas out here they be shoobies
don’t got the casa’, then i’m getting moody
she don’t got the large, i pay for her booty
i’m from the ’90s like i’m wearing nubies
before the chrome heart jeans, i wore nudies
after the nudies then i wore ksubis
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m locked in with some ksubis
if you don’t like me, n~gga, then just shoot me
but just know after that it’s gon’ call of duty
quentin tarantino, my n~ggas got movies
that mean the clips hang by the leg
you won’t ever hear nothing ’bout lil uzi
because you know all my opps they be dead, p~ssy

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