Lil Uzi Vert - Light Year (Practice) lyrics

I like real ratchet bitches (Keep goin')
I mean real ratchet bitches (Brr, keep goin')
I see all these girls
And they lookin' so thick (Keep goin')
But I got real racks to get
(Real racks to get, I ain't worried 'bout them)
Rick Owen match the bed, yes, I sleep in designer
Eatin' my cereal with ice-ice diamonds
So when I'm eatin' breakfast, I'm shinin' (Yeah)
Tony Hawk, Lil Uzi be grindin'
Diamonds, they pissy and Issey Raf Simons
I'ma be litty, I'll wait 'til I'm fifty
No, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me
She suckin' Daytona
And every timе that she go deep throat
It feel like the hеmi (Feel like hemi)
At the least, it's a burst, I don't do no semi
Like I don't think a purse could hold
All these new bands (Let's go)
Like racks look so dumb in my pants
I got so much like I need a suitcase, like


I'm the type of nigga beat my case
And the motherfuckin' judge
Never saw my face
Look at them now
Know it's some niggas that think I'm a clown
That's cool, this money can, um, get you down
Bitch, we in Philly with three thousand rounds
Nobody want smoke, we got beef out of town
Niggas be like, "Why you always out of town?"
Shit, I'm on the jet with this pound
(Universe slide in the 250
Listen for a jet, jet feel like a plane)

Okay, let's talk 'bout the pape'
I got all types of cake
I made three M's off eighths
Made like fifty off hit, and I'm still
On my shit, and I'm rich, no debate
Pardon my Wraith
I mean this is a spaceship
My girl lookin' good
Always think of you lesser
In my bedroom
And my eyes'll undress her
Her head on the dresser like
"Damn, girl, you sexy"
Shout out my Patek, my Patek my bestie
Been ballin' so long, I swear I need an ESPY
Diamond my neck, yeah
That shit like Wayne Gretzky
Now he got the switch
But he used to watch Jessie
Disney Channel, that nigga be catchy
I'm catchy too, but I watched Ed, Edd n Eddy
Need to stretch
All these fake-ass niggas 'cause they fetty
I ain't gon' lie, I don't think that they ready

I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready (Woah)
Think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
Think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready

I got the fan on me
Just like I'm Jake (Huh?)
Money all over the place
Diamonds cleansin' your face
Just like up, like ovation
No, I never fucked your bitch
I'm just smashin' her face
I got glass on the bezel
Got glass on the face
But it came like this, it's a factory date
These niggas pussy, they soft like a chafer
Irritatin' that bitch, you so aggravatin'
Fuck you thought, that I lost?
I'm swaggin', I'm awesome
I'm saucy, my brain, I lost it
Just like Randy, put my arm out
I'm awesome
Put a hole in the nigga like a dolphin
I told my big bro we ain't takin' losses
I got some secret money in the coffin
Smokin' the Candy Shop, it got me coughin'
Bitch, it's so hot like I turned on defroster
I'm fresh off the nitrous, ain't mess up a bit-it
How you say that I'm soft
When I'm always revealin' you?
Got sixteen hoes, yeah
Guess who's the villain now?
He call sixteen hoes, shit
I guess he a dunzo
Now she be on two drums, on your bongo
Smoke so much, I don't know where my lungs go
Stand on my money, I'm tall as Mutombo
Come to my block, yeah, it look like a gunshow
Trap out apartments, it's only a front door
Puttin' on for my block 'fore I could leave, fronto
Put my arms in my hoodie
This shit look like a puncho
If I stand on the money
Then I'm tall like Huncho
Look, I ain't tryna tussle
End of discussion
My shooter with me got bodies
Like he Russian
Fast money, slow money, I don't care, I ain't rushin'
My block hot, this shit like an oven
This shit like an oven, this shit, it be bustin'
I ain't Hollywood, do some shit for my cousin (Yeah)
That's what I'm posed to, but that shit wasn't nothin'
I just got a nigga hit for like four or five hundred
I just came from the A
With like four or five buttons

(Eternal Atake 2)