GOMD (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Veeze & Lil Uzi Vert]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yes
Yeah
sh*t too easy
(Damn, Tye, you made this b*tch too? The f*ck got into you?)
Yeah
Ayy
Lil Uzi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Get off my di*k, lil' b*tch, and go f*ck Lil Pip (Lil Pip, yeah)
My weed from the garden, yeah, smokin' on more than a nick' (Yeah, b*tch)
My Brooklyn b*tch in the garden while we watchin' the Knicks (Yeah, yeah)
Walk your b*tch like a pit, dog sh*t by my hip (Walk her ass, let's go)
Got mohair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni sh*t (That be Marni sh*t)
Mix green with that purple, I'm trippin', that be that Barney sh*t (That Barney sh*t)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny sh*t (That corny sh*t, ew)
Made so many songs, I could make Lil Uzi Greatest Hits (No bap)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Call this b*tch a Scat 'cause this ain't even my favorite b*tch (Brr)
Me and lil' Veeze go back to back
Spent four hundred thousand, never drove the Maybach
I talk sh*t, I don't never talk back
Put the tape on the TEC, it's a homemade MAC
I just wanna rock, made that sh*t in the trap
And you wouldn't believe how much I made back
b*tch, my soul immortal, I can't never keep it cordial (Nah)
I just had a foursome, pus*y, that's triple oral
My chains so deep down in the ocean, I see shrimp and coral (Yeah)
Boy, your watch a forty-one, I do fifty or more
I'm in the cut with a bad b*tch like I'm tryna buck fifty a whore (Woah)
I bleed anywhere that I go, better watch your mink 'cause I drip on the floor (I drip)
I don't even call it Wock', I'm sippin' the woah, I pour me some more (Yeah)
b*tch, I just poured me a four, just makin' sure that I do not catch a cold (Achoo)
b*tch, I put my back to the ropes, huh, I'm on my Jeff Hardy sh*t
I'm on them opiums, buffs on my face, I don't play, boy, 'bout my Cartis, b*tch
I don't even play with these n*ggas at all, I don't even know what an Atari is
I ordered a jet, couldn't take no pics 'cause I don't even know what red carpet is
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Get off my di*k, lil' b*tch, and go f*ck Lil Pip (Lil Pip, yeah)
My weed from the garden, yeah, smokin' on more than a nick' (Yeah, b*tch)
My Brooklyn b*tch in the garden while we watchin' the Knicks
Walk your b*tch like a pit, dog sh*t by my hip (Let's go)
Got mohair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni sh*t (That Marni sh*t)
Mix green with that purple, I'm trippin', that be that Barney sh*t (That Barney sh*t)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny sh*t (That corny sh*t)
Made so many songs, I could make Lil Uzi Greatest Hits

[Verse 2: Veeze]
If I had dollar for every time these n*ggas hate, I'd be rich like Jay and Ye
I got rich with Babyface, we came up just making plays (Yeah)
Man, I feel just like Beyoncé, n*ggas love to say my name
I can't back down from no n*gga, I bring more smoke than Taylor Gang (Shh)
I'm the G.O.A.T., dunkin' from the free throw, fadeaway (Hit that b*tch)
Whippin' dope, make it Big Sean, you can't say it ain't (Hit that b*tch)
I know if I wasn't that great, they wouldn't even be throwin' shade (Shh)
Say that sh*t come with the game, n*gga, I ain't never been no game
I don't even wanna conversate, n*ggas lie right to my face (Yeah)
I'd probably be under the jail, they knew how much crime I did today (Damn)
Crybaby Veeze, use the hundreds, wipe it away (Crybaby Veeze)
I don't got change for twenty, n*gga, twenty ain't nothin' but change (You hear what I'm sayin'?)
I'm tired of givin' n*ggas game
I'm shoppin', coppin' Matty Boy, I got this down in MIA (Huh?)
This lil' b*tch should get a housekeeper, I met her in LA (In LA)
I got bloods in Bompton, Crips on Slauson gon' make sure I'm safe (Yeah)
Thottie breaking, Glory Gang, slimy, I should be ashamed (Gang)
He done dropped a hundred tapes, made no noise like Pootie Tang (What?)
n*gga, my heart so icy, I'm like Shiesty, I'm like Gucci Mane
I'm down to a four a day, dirty water, Louie Ray
These stupid-ass n*ggas must be freebasin'
Young n*gga, I was middle school, hoes Keir age
Fast forward a n*gga, death day, make him meet his maker
Broke beefin' n*gga, make his mama throw a fundraiser
7 Mile popstar, b*tch, I'm Justin Timberlake (Wow)
f*ck n*gga throwin' salt, but ain't never killed a player (Oh my God)
Daydreamin' 'bout the Wockhardt in the 'frigerator (Huh?)
Dog livin' with a broke heart, heard I hit his main one (Heard I hit his main one)
Get off my di*k, lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch, get off my di*k (Get off my di*k)
You ain't met a n*gga rich like this, you ain't met a n*gga rich like this (You ain't met a n*gga rich like this, ho)
He buyin' designer on sale, that be that country sh*t (What's to him?)
She callin', wanna cheat on her man, that be that horny sh*t
Tell me you proud of me, baby, again, I need to hear it again (I need to hear it again)
I got the gang tatted on my skin, this sh*t thicker than thin (Yeah)
I don't trust broke n*ggas, it is what it is (Yeah)
She bein' faithful to the kid, but I'll never commit (Come on)
[Outro: Veeze]
Get off my di*k, lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch, get off my di*k (Let's go)
Get off my— lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch, get off my di*k, yeah (Let's go)
I might be OG Sick, I might be OG Sick (I might be OG Sick)
I flip them n*ggas and I had to whip that sh*t, gang
Get off my di*k, lil' n*gga, lil' n*gga, get off my di*k
Hatin'-ass n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on, man (I'm like Justin Timberlake compared to y'all lil'-ass n*ggas, man)
Know it ain't sh*t to talk about (You know what I'm sayin'?)