Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lil Uzi, artist - Eric Reprid. Date of issue: 20.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lil Uzi |
| It ain’t nothin' to me |
| Young Tom Hardy with the movies |
| Act out smoothly |
| Mickey for the goofies |
| Pokemon with the hoes 'cause I’m choosy |
| Sayin' she a foodie |
| Thinkin' she unique |
| And she always stressin' 'bout UNI |
| Think it’s my duty to go and get faded with my goonies |
| Down shots like brrr Lil Uzi |
| I done had four long nights this week tryna stack my kills my kills my kills |
| Hit up my spot gon' chill every week she give me my bills my bills my bills |
| I spit gold too much might as well make myself some grills some grills some |
| grills |
| Hittin' these goals too much pour some beer to the brim might spill might spill |
| might spill |
| I been out way too long wonder when I’m gon' find the cusp |
| I be with the special kids no way you gon' ride my bus |
| (Dummy) |
| Eyes too sus no trust |
| Talkin' 'bout love you ain’t talkin' 'bout us |
| You be thinkin' you Russ tryna do it yo self |
| I don’t give a fuck fine do yo self |
| Talking that |
| Hunnit bands runnin' man I just wanna get the bag |
| I don’t lag I don’t drag I just do the fuckin' dash |
| I just want fuckin' cash |
| I just wanna fuckin' smash |
| I don’t drop the ball cross lines like a runnin' back |
| Got em all runnin' back |
| I said this before I don’t fuckin' lack |
| Thinkin' this Lotto Max |
| Bitch you stupid as fuck so you thinkin' that |
| Hoe go fill yo cup Alize got her wetter then a slug |
| Tryin' my Jack her face scrunch up |
| Now she coughin' up lookin' back at me like a pug |
| It’s never enough when it comes to the juice |
| Chevy pick up when it comes to my mood |
| I don’t see a thing when it comes to a roof |
| Turn a tight rope to a God damn noose |
| It ain’t nothin' to me |
| Young Tom Hardy with the movies |
| Act out smoothly |
| Mickey for the goofies |
| Pokemon with the hoes 'cause I’m choosy |
| Sayin' she a foodie |
| Thinkin' she unique |
| And she always stressin' bout UNI |
| Think it’s my duty to go and get faded with my goonies |
| Down shots like brrr Lil Uzi |
| I done had four long nights this week tryna stack my kills my kills my kills |
| Hit up my spot gon' chill every week she give me my bills my bills my bills |
| I spit gold too much might as well make myself some grills some grills some |
| grills |
| Hittin these goals too much pour some beer to the brim might spill might spill |
| might spill |
| Lil Uzi how all my friends are dead |
| Only bruddas I don’t need no fuckin' friends |
| And you knowin' I want out my fuckin' head |
| Don’t need no one so I’m shootin' shots like blow |
| Yeah I stay ready |
| Yeah it get messy |
| Yeah it ain’t heavy |
| Chase it like Chevy |
| Tom so petty but nothin' like you |
| Mofuckas judgin' everythin' I do |
| Might say fuck and I’ma get rude |
| I get profit that splits in two |
| When I pop break the locks |
| Do my dance in my Crocs |
| Not no pop, this a Monster |
| Foo foo sauce for yo pasta |
| I got adamantium in my body |
| You got a lot of fake shit around ya |
| I’ma go slide in my socks like a dolly |
| For the last time this ain’t no hobby |