Lil Uzi Vert


I can make her left-right when she shake her ass cheeks (Woah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Oh)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Uh)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke
This is not no Naruto, but I chop that like Sasuke

She keep tryna clean me up, but I just want that sloppy (It's lit)
Toppy, toppy (Beep), toppy (Beep, yeah), toppy (Beep)
On the opps' block, I'm the main f*ckin' topic (Yeah)
Say you f*cked my b*tch, man, my latest is your top b*tch (Check it out, bro)
Thought it was a chopper, but it only was a Glock switch (Bow, bow)
Glock switch, Glock switch (Brrt), Glock switch (Brrt), Glock switch (Brrt)

I just ran from 12 in Audi R8, this ain't stock sh*t (Skrrt)
I got so much blue, my pocket GS9, I'm on my hot sh*t (Yeah, woo)
Cancel all my shows so I just started on some stock sh*t (Money)
Watch this, watch this (Watch)
Watch this (Watch), watch this (Watch)
Baby, you ain't never drink no Wock', so you cannot diss (Wock')
I said I be in the trap, so I don't got to change my outfit (Trappin')
Man, we outchea, do the hit, then go in the house, b*tch (Why?)
I can turn a thottie to a motherf*ckin' house b*tch (Thottie)
Sike, nah, I'm just playin', I just want to get the mouth, b*tch (I'm just playin')
Come on now, just tell me, girl, if you're in or out, b*tch (I'm just sayin')
You know I don't give no f*cks, cut her off 'cause her outfit (Yeah, yeah)
I get my drip from that Chinatown (Woo)
I pulled up baby to chopstick (Chinatown)

You know that I'm good anywhere that I go
Like I pulled up with a compass (I'm good, babe)

I should've never started sippin' that drank again (What?)
That sh*t got me nauseous (What?)
Poppin' a Perky up right in my mouth
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch up like moshpits (Yeah)
All blue money, blue money, Benjamin, more
Stackin' my pocket up, hundreds (Stackin' up money)
Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy more
Gaultier on me, too baggy (Givenchy, Givenchy, let's go)
Get the words out the way, I gotta go
Runnin' the game like a track meet (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go on, lil' n*gga, just get all your dough
I gotta keep this sh*t classy (Uh, classy)
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