Lil Uzi Vert - Vetements Jeans (feat. Playboi Carti) lyrics
Lil Uzi Vert [Symere Bysil Woods] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Uzi Vert - Vetements Jeans feat. Playboi Carti lyrics]
Yeah
Huh? What? (Ayy, what?)
(That be Maaly Raw)
Lil Uzi
Uh, went to sleep, huh, yeah, woke up with a bag
Niggas, they be mad, 'cause I'm walking with the cash
Pull up in a Lambo', did the digi' dash
Asian bitch beside me, VETEMENTS on my ass
I ain't hit the lick, but I'm wearing my black mask, yeah
Walking with the stick, all my pockets filled with cash, yeah
VETEMENTS-VETEMENTS jeans, put your stylist right on blast
Once I fuck your bitch, know you can never get her back (Yeah)
I said, "How we boming?", "How you coming?" Bitch, we popping tags
You know how we boming, how we coming, big ass Birkin bags
SRT, Daytona, doing donuts, and I'm popping flats
Shoutout to her owner, I come over, and I'm sellin' sex
Give me head, diploma, I'm a loner, I'm all by myself
Gotta keep it on me, Draco on me, gotta protect myself
I'm copping the pink Mary, yeah-yeah, drove here by myself
Better call the paramedics, yeah-yeah, done hit this shit by myself
(That be Maaly Raw)
Twenty nine, sixteen, yeah-yeah, yeah, we made that by ourselves
Got a blick in my jean, yeah-yeah, I could pop it by myself
I'm popping beans, yeah-yeah, I keep touching on myself
I'm off the E-E, yeah, I been touching on myself (Okay)
Doin' that molly by myself (Okay), doin' that molly by myself (Okay)
Doin' that molly by myself (Okay), doin' that molly by myself (Yeah)
I move weight up out the gym (Yeah)
Pull up in a Lambo' with no license, Lil' Kim
Blowing up your block like my name was Little Kim
I just fucked a thot and I got that shit on film (Thot)
I just seen her body, yeah, uh
Yeah, 308, yeah-yeah, Heaven's Gate, huh-huh
He gon' see it, huh-yeah, best believe it, yeah
Send some prayers, huh, yeah, he gon' need it, huh, yeah
He gon' need it, huh, yeah, send him to Jesus, huh, yeah
Fifty bullets, huh, yeah, have him bleeding, yeah
(That be Maaly Raw)
Space Coupe, huh, yeah, Justin Bieber, huh
I just popped a blue, uh, uh, got me leaning, uh
We like Jay and Nas, we be popping bars
Just like rockstars, my bitches wanna mosh
She suck Carti fast, told that bitch to slow me
Me and Carti, yeah, huh, we like AP, Rollie
Uh, went to sleep, huh, yeah, woke up with a bag
Niggas, they be mad, 'cause I'm walking with the cash
Pull up in a Lambo', did the digi' dash
Asian bitch beside me, VETEMENTS on my ass
I ain't hit the lick, but I'm wearing my black mask, yeah
Walking with the stick, all my pockets filled with cash, yeah
VETEMENTS-VETEMENTS jeans, put your stylist right on blast
Once I fuck your bitch, know you can never get her back (Yeah)
Huh? What? (Ayy, what?)
(That be Maaly Raw)
Lil Uzi
Uh, went to sleep, huh, yeah, woke up with a bag
Niggas, they be mad, 'cause I'm walking with the cash
Pull up in a Lambo', did the digi' dash
Asian bitch beside me, VETEMENTS on my ass
I ain't hit the lick, but I'm wearing my black mask, yeah
Walking with the stick, all my pockets filled with cash, yeah
VETEMENTS-VETEMENTS jeans, put your stylist right on blast
Once I fuck your bitch, know you can never get her back (Yeah)
I said, "How we boming?", "How you coming?" Bitch, we popping tags
You know how we boming, how we coming, big ass Birkin bags
SRT, Daytona, doing donuts, and I'm popping flats
Shoutout to her owner, I come over, and I'm sellin' sex
Give me head, diploma, I'm a loner, I'm all by myself
Gotta keep it on me, Draco on me, gotta protect myself
I'm copping the pink Mary, yeah-yeah, drove here by myself
Better call the paramedics, yeah-yeah, done hit this shit by myself
(That be Maaly Raw)
Twenty nine, sixteen, yeah-yeah, yeah, we made that by ourselves
Got a blick in my jean, yeah-yeah, I could pop it by myself
I'm popping beans, yeah-yeah, I keep touching on myself
I'm off the E-E, yeah, I been touching on myself (Okay)
Doin' that molly by myself (Okay), doin' that molly by myself (Okay)
Doin' that molly by myself (Okay), doin' that molly by myself (Yeah)
I move weight up out the gym (Yeah)
Pull up in a Lambo' with no license, Lil' Kim
Blowing up your block like my name was Little Kim
I just fucked a thot and I got that shit on film (Thot)
I just seen her body, yeah, uh
Yeah, 308, yeah-yeah, Heaven's Gate, huh-huh
He gon' see it, huh-yeah, best believe it, yeah
Send some prayers, huh, yeah, he gon' need it, huh, yeah
He gon' need it, huh, yeah, send him to Jesus, huh, yeah
Fifty bullets, huh, yeah, have him bleeding, yeah
(That be Maaly Raw)
Space Coupe, huh, yeah, Justin Bieber, huh
I just popped a blue, uh, uh, got me leaning, uh
We like Jay and Nas, we be popping bars
Just like rockstars, my bitches wanna mosh
She suck Carti fast, told that bitch to slow me
Me and Carti, yeah, huh, we like AP, Rollie
Uh, went to sleep, huh, yeah, woke up with a bag
Niggas, they be mad, 'cause I'm walking with the cash
Pull up in a Lambo', did the digi' dash
Asian bitch beside me, VETEMENTS on my ass
I ain't hit the lick, but I'm wearing my black mask, yeah
Walking with the stick, all my pockets filled with cash, yeah
VETEMENTS-VETEMENTS jeans, put your stylist right on blast
Once I fuck your bitch, know you can never get her back (Yeah)