Miss The Rage (Remix) lyrics

by

Lil Uzi Vert


[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Hahahaha

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, woah)
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah
They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)
They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)
Whip like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)
It ain't leave me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)
'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
Bae like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
Bae like Mya

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
This like GTA, we shoot out helicopters (Brrt), monsters (Brrt)
We pull up with sticks and hella choppers (Bah), 'oppas (Bah)
We don't f*ck with n*ggas, they the cops (Cops, b*tch)
I put my heart and soul into the Glock (In the Glock)
b*tch, it's us, never them, you ain't that, b*tch, I'm him
You get zapped if it's static (Static), keep that MAC, it go "Pew"
Smokin' gas, smell the fumes, I'm in that 'Vette, it go "Vroom"
I'm a vet, lil' dude, you a pet, do what I say, not what I do
Tell him "Sit," b*tch, come here
I just seen some n*ggas down the block that ain't from here
Know I got a lot but I need some damn more, yeah
If I catch the opps, then I'm uppin' the damn score, yeah
[Refrain: Trippie Redd & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah
Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Number nine, ooh
Number nine, number nine (Number nine)
Comme des to Garçons, Murakami bag way, yeah
Say I ain't got swag then you got bad taste (Bad taste)
Frost on my AP, mm, you got the one with the glass
Countin' them hundreds, yeah
Countin' so much that I only count half
400 green all in my safe, ooh, 300 grand all in my stash, yeah
I smoke that gas with the hash, ooh, 200 all on my dash, yeah
Double Cs all on my pearls
It cost the same price as a Louis bag, yeah
What is the cost, uh, yeah, regular cost, uh, yeah
Workin' at Costco, uh, yeah, shoppin' at Ross, uh, no
I wanna ball, uh, yeah, right 'til I fall, uh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Haha, no bap

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, woah)
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah
They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)
They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)
Whip like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)
It ain't leave me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)
'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
Bae like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
E-e-everything (Everything)
My new whip, that b*tch, it came with everything (Everything)
I'ma turn that boy into a heavy stain (Bah, bah)
Whippin' up that dope, yeah, that's that heavy cream
I been f*ckin' on your b*tch since I was 17 (17)
Even though my Glock hold 30, this a 17 (Yeah)
Chop it up, whole thing from the Medellin, err
My old gun, that sh*t was dirty but I kept it clean
Mask off, remember me
Extra button on the back cause my Uzi a lemon squeeze
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, swag, swag, swag, that's my disease
f*ck her once, I gotta leave, smokin' dope, I'm Japanese
f*cked her in the master suite, I ball like an athlete (Let's go)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, woah)
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah
They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (They can't see me)
They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)
Whip like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)
It ain't leave me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)
'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
Bae like Mya (She like Carti, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (She like Carti, yeah, yeah, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
Bae like Mya (She like Carti, haha, no bap, hahaha)
[Verse 4: Playboi Carti & Trippie Redd]
She like Carti (Yeah), man, I need it (Yeah, yeah)
She taste like water (Taste like water), ho, I need it (Taste like water)
Come get your daughter (Come get your daughter), she too greasy (b*tch)
She so meaty (She so meaty), I'm not vegan (I'm not vegan, vegan)
I'm gon' eat it (What? Yeah), I bet you I'll beat it (I bet you I'll beat it)
I put on the bust (Put on the bust), I have to see it (I have to see it, bust)
I put her on the bus (Put her on the bus), I'ma leave that ho bleedin' (Yeah, bust)
I'ma leave that ho geekin' (Blatt, bleedin'), have her gone by the weekend (Blatt, yeah)
Got too much water (Blatt, blatt), sh*t got me leakin' (Blatt, what?)
She got me leakin' (Blatt, blatt)
I'm on the deep end (Blatt, what? Yeah, blatt, what?)
I'm on the deep end (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Brrah (Haha), brrah, brrah, brrah (Yeah)
Hahahahaha, ah (Yeah, King Vamp)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Juice WRLD & Both]
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, woah, ha)
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah (Yeah, yeah, guap)
They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)
They wanna be me (Oh, they wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)
Whip like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)
It ain't leave me (Woah, yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)
'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Haha, yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Woah, yeah)
Bae like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Woah, yeah)
Bae like Mya (I miss the rage, uh, oh)

[Verse 5: Juice WRLD]
Prescription meds, all in my head
I'm so high, I don't know what I said
Misunderstood, that's understood
Just as I want, I do just as I should
All I know is get the cash, get the bag, all that
Got a choppa on my hip, I let it blast, fall back
f*ck a bad b*tch then kick her out, what you call that?
American Idol, she was tryin' out, ain't no call back
Every day I ball 'til I foul out, oh, yeah
n*ggas talkin' stupid, I ain't want they ass in here
Red beam on the glizzy, shoot you down like a reindeer, uh
With them red coats, I feel like I'm Paul Revere
Juice WRLD, it's Juice WRLD
I split this sh*t in two worlds for your girl
I gave your b*tch her own world, that's her world
She still live in Juice WRLD, in Juice WRLD, oh
Catch me if you can
Choppa from a different country, that b*tch from Iran
It's funny when I up it, that n*gga said I ran (Oh)
I never gave no f*ck, I'm on my f*ckin' sh*t again
Every day I get buckets, I just told your b*tch to suck it
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money (Oh), f*ck it
I'm gon' go ahead and change the subject
Thinkin' nothin' of it, bake a n*gga like a oven
Told this b*tch, "I need some lovin'" (Oh)
After that, she sucked it

[Refrain: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD]
Brrah, brrah (I miss the rage, oh, brrah)

[Verse 6: Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd]
I feel too numb (Numb), I don't never wanna feel this numb (Oh)
I don't never wanna feel this high (Brrah, brrah)
But every day, I've been too f*cked up (Brrah)
That I won't die (Brrah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Juice WRLD + Trippie Redd & Lil Uzi Vert]
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, woah)
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, woah)
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah
They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)
They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)
Whip like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)
It ain't leave me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
Bae like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah, yeah)
Bae like Mya (Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 7: Lil Uzi Vert & Trippie Redd]
Swag on them by mistake
I cannot believe that I made this sh*t from a mixtape
b*tch, you know I'm flooded, then you know my momma wrist straight
Grandma don't like diamonds, she say, "Make sure that my rent's paid," yeah
And I make sure that your rent's paid
Make you live your own life when you hung out with Lindsay
I don't want you never ever runnin' in a frenzy
But that's just some sh*t that everybody's friends say
Made it back (Made it back), made a stack (Made a stack)
My b*tch, baby fat (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin' them racks (Gettin' them racks)
Spendin' them racks (Spendin' them racks)
Makin' it back, Lil Uzi, yeah, I just stay with the MAC (Stay with the MAC)
I got a b*tch for every week and all my b*tches freaks
I got a b*tch for every day of the week (Of the week)
I got a brick for every crack on your street (On your street)
I done spent a hundred and fifty thousand on my teeth
I just made it all the way back from the moon (From the moon)
Man, my dawg was locked up, he took a case for my goon (Yeah)
All my n*ggas out here takin' souls (Brrah, takin' souls, brrah), yeah
Sixteen hundred n*ggas (Brrah), yeah, you know they on the road (Brrah, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Lil Uzi Vert]
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap)
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, woah)
I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah (Yeah)
They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (No, see me)
They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)
Whip like zucchini, water, Fiji (Water)
It ain't leave me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)
'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
Bae like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)
b*tch like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah, yeah)
Bae like Mya
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