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Lil Uzi Vert - ZE$TY BOYZ lyrics

[Produced by Charlie Heat]

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
b**h I stay right in that trap house
Whippin' bricks and off that Act high
You the type n***a that act high
Talkin' sh**, n***a, no rap back
I'ma have to make them bullets fly
Lil Uzi lit up ten guys
f** your b**h then make her p**y cry
Then I might have to take you out
Like four-five have your a** 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 sh**
Extended clip right on that forty fifth
And we don't say thot, we say "cat", n***a
So tell that cat just to come eat the dick
Turn around clappin' then do a split
Put 24k on a n***a wrist
Pay eighty for platinum in n***a mouth
You owe me some money, run in your house
And that be your b**h, 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

Let's get it!
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
f** it all, Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, young n***a