Lyrics Yeah Kool - Fxxxxy, Lil Uzi Vert

Yeah Kool

Yeah
What’s good, Mario?
I sleep on 'em but I can’t sleep on 'em (Sleep)
Hit the pussy, brought the Cuban Link on 'em (Rah)
I’m involved but you won’t here a peep from me (Yeah)
I took my teeth and I threw Ds on them (Shh)
The way she talkin', she better put please on it (Please)
Talkin' cold, then we put for sure-ski on it (Yeah)
Yeah, cool
Nigga want problem, yeah, cool
Nigga, no problem, yeah, cool
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool
Aim at a copper, yeah, cool
My wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool
Came from the bottom now I got her on top and sh swear that she love m, yeah,
cool
Play every door now I told her one minute I’ll pop when I want, you can call me
lieutenant (Call me lieutenant)
Bitches gave up on me, know they regret it, the niggas they fucking with get
fired from Denny’s (Fired from Denny’s)
That’s what you get for exposing your feelings (Yeah)
If you was solid, wouldn’t listen them (Unh)
Check my steez, if I said it I meant it (Yeah)
I’d rather to go broke before I fuck with y’all niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Serena around my neck, yeah, these chains playing tennis (For sure ski)
Nah, for real (For sure-ski)
Call the medic (For sure-ski)
None of y’all safe
I drop my Cuban link bracelet behind your head boy, blame your bitch
I’m going digital with all my gunners from the bottom nigga, we gun off the
bench
She wasn’t checking on me, now she checkin' in with me
No cap, more cash, no slack, dead friends, toe tag
Why the fuck you get that watch, fool?
(Watch)
I heard they calling us swat, fool (Swat)
Got it out of the bottom of the box, fool (Box)
Dallas nigga, eating dog food (Brr)
Reflex, blood diamonds in my mouth, but she got seasick (Unh)
Bad ho, bitch had me stealing up out of Victoria Secret
Rap star, but I pull up to your ho and I’m dressed like American reject (Yeah)
I’m repping CC gang, ho, Cash Cartel, raincoat
Yeah, cool
Nigga want problem, yeah, cool
Nigga, no problem, yeah, cool
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool
Aim at a copper, yeah, cool (Cash)
My wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool (Cash)
Came from the bottom now I got her on top and she swear that she love me, yeah,
cool (Lil Uzi Vert)
For sure-ski, dropping the top
For sure-ski, dropping the top
Yessirski, dropping the top
For sure-ski, dropping the top
Yessirski
I’m in a drop, I’m Gretzky
Diamonds they ice, uh-huh, yeah
She wanna top the squad, yeah
She wanna get it, on God, yeah
Pull up that Muller on Muller
Pull up that Muller on Muller on Muller
Pull up that Muller on Muller on Muller
Pull up that Muller on Muller on Muller
I gave my ruler, my Ruger, to my shooter
I move my boy of the grid that’s Bermuda
We got them RIP tips in this ruler
Aim at his eye, he think he Rick the Ruler
Money hang with me like I’m Mr. Cooper
Jewish bitch on me, she trust me I’m groovy
I swear that I love her, I’m not tryna juice her
Skinny nigga, but my pockets Rasputia
My nigga fourteen I swear he’ll shoot you
Man fuck a choppa, he need a bazooka
Christian Dior, you know that I rebuke you
It is no way that I am scared of losing
With the freebase I don’t know what I’m doing, yeah
I could just spaz on this bitch, yeah
I could just smash on this bitch, yeah
Put smash glass on my wrist, yeah
Yeah, cool
Nigga want problem, yeah, cool
Nigga, no problem, yeah, cool
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool
Aim at a cop, yeah, cool (Cash)
My wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool (Cash)
Came from the bottom now I got her on top and she swear that she love me, yeah,
cool (Cash)
New baguette, imperial emerald diamonds
I’m on suicide watch 'cause I cut up my wrist, now it’s blinding
Yeah, that’s the reason why these niggas mad I’m shining
Got an extra key to your house, 'cause she like me
(The world is yours, nigga)
Yeah, cool
Emerald diamonds
Yeah, cool