Rocky and Uzi Freestyle lyrics

[Part 1]

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & A$AP Rocky]
(Metro Boomin want some more, n*gga)
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert, A$AP Rocky & Both]
Racks in the bank, mmh (Yeah), got no complaints, uh
In the parking lot, mmh (Yeah), smokin' on stank, mmh (Yeah)
Other words dank, mmh (Yeah), used to drink drank, mmh (Yeah)
b*tch could not thank, mmh (Yeah), I get the brain, uh (Yeah)
Uzi's to blame, diamonds on chain, look at the fangs
Vampire Mane, diamonds on frame, Cartier Dance (Oh)
She look at the stance (Oh), yellow laces in the vans (Oh)
Pants came from Japan (Oh), b*tches way up out of France
Woah, pants came from Japan (Huh), shirt came straight from France (Ooh)
Everybody do my dance (Ooh, aye), bad b*tch on me in the 'stance (Ooh, yeah)
But not talkin' 'bout no socks, uh, crack rock, Milly rock (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky, Lil Uzi Vert & Metro Boomin]
Uzi, huh, look at the jewelry, I did it so beautifully
n*ggas can't f*ck with me, it's suicide, n*gga come scrutinize (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm with the Metro, she with the Petro, come with the fellow
She blow like a Cello (Ooh), said the diamonds is all yellow
Pants on me like a farmer (Mmh)
Ten million under armour (Mmh)
Still do a deal with Nike (Mmh), then we get cut? Not likely
Wrist, where the magic at? (Mmh, uh, uh)
Where the kitchen at? (Yeah, uh, uh)
Where the attic at? (Aye, uh, uh)
Where you hide it at? (Huh) Where you stash it at?
Gun go rat-a-tat, n*gga leave 'em flat
f*ck these n*ggas out here, sneakin' and bein' cats, I don't believe in cats, uh
Believe in cats, ooh, my Gucci hat (Ooh, woo)
Your b*tch on me (Ooh), hit that b*tch from the back (Uh, ooh)
What you sayin'? Okay, I got b*tches and they queens (Ooh)
These ain't fifteens (Ooh), my rims 10's but I keep em clean (Ooh, ooh)
[Part 2]

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, yeah, okay, okay, okay

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert, A$AP Rocky & Both]
Diamonds they black (Mmh, yeah)
Diamonds they black (Mmh, yeah)
Sippin' that Act' (Mmh)
You sippin' that Wock' (Mmh)
I'm not attached (Mmh)
Got the jet lag (Mmh, yeah)
Got the jet lag (Mmh, yeah)
Hold on, I got the jet lag
Perform in the rain with the Air Mags (Mmh)
Your b*tch all on me, 'cause I walk around right with the stacks, mmh
Yeah, ooh, then take it right back
Gettin' the money, I get it right back
That n*gga be blackened, just like my Salmon, uh, what happened?
Uh, I don't even know, these n*ggas lyin', they just be cappin' (What? No cap)
Bad b*tch on me from the what? (Uh, yeah)
Bad b*tch on me, I don't want it (Uh, yeah)
I hit that b*tch like the beat (Uh, yeah), told the b*tch I got the wax (Uh, ooh)
Bangin' that hoe right on wax (Uh, ooh)
Pull up just right in the Jeep (Uh)
But my Jeep, it's not a Jeep (Uh), it got a, um, B
It's a Bentley truck, yeah
Uh, diamonds big, they keep twistin' (Yeah)
Told her, "f*ck off", save the money (Yeah), Lil Uzi gon' spin ya (Yeah, ah-ha)
[Part 3]

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert, Metro Boomin & Metro Boomin & A$AP Rocky]
Okay, I don't want this (Huh), I don't want that (Huh)
I don't want the fame (Ooh), I just want the money (Ooh), count up the hundreds (Ooh)
I live how I want, I do what I want
I f*ck ya b*tch, um, just for fun (Ooh)
Huh, what? huh, yeah
Bad b*tch on me, she's like where?
I get the money, I get the lil' paper, they look at the sh*t that I wear (Aye)
You dig on my di*k, and I'm drippin' this, like dissin' these n*ggas, they mad that I'm here
Okay, my swaggin' so in the air (Aye), so they try to take it out the air
They try to act just like me, all of these n*ggas, they copy and paste (Ooh, yeah)
Now your b*tch all in my face (Ooh, yeah)
f*ck that b*tch, right in my place (Ooh, yeah)
Got a condo on condo (Yeah)
Got a crib out in crib (Yeah)
Got your b*tch on my di*k (Yeah)
Pass that b*tch to my bro (Yeah), and she stay on that rib (Yeah)
Told that b*tch I'ma get it (Yeah), put my di*k in her ribs (Yeah)
Movin' the sh*t (Yeah), smokin' gas out the cig (Yeah)
Your b*tch wanna get me, she all on you, but, n*gga, you ain't got muscles (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
You is a twig, I'm gettin' the paper, I don't want that hoe, that's a trick for a treat, okay

[Part 4]
[Intro: A$AP Rocky & Lil Uzi Vert]
Ah-ha, I get— (Flacko still rappin'), yeah

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Lil Uzi Vert & Both]
Still rappin', still rappin', and I look like I'm still trappin'
Other n*ggas, yeah, they still cappin'
n*ggas ain't have to film nothin'
You ain't feel rabid, you ain't feel the wrath of a n*gga rockin' RAF
f*ck it, n*ggas wanna come and act for an autograph out in public (Hold on)
That's my party (Ooh, yeah, yeah), private party (Ooh, yeah)
With my Woadies (Ooh, uh, uh), with your shawty (Ooh, mmh, mmh)
Big ol' Glock (Ooh, uh), that's a .40 (Ooh)
29 Jeans (Ooh, yeah), don't wear a 40 (Ooh, uh)
Don't wear no 40, but hold a .40 (Huh)
I f*cked a milf (Uh, mmh), I think she 40 (45)
I f*cked her daughter (Uh), now she my shorty (Uh, ooh)
Back in the days, I blow that haze and drink a 40 (Wait, wait a second)
You f*cked a milf? (Yeah, yeah), you think she 40? (Yeah, yeah)
I f*cked her daughter (Yeah, yeah), I think she 20 (Yeah, yeah)
I think, on my mind (Yeah), all I want is money (Yeah, yeah)
These n*ggas be funny (Uh, yeah), and they all be dummies (Yeah)
Dummies, dummies, and they bummy (Ooh)
And my f*cking sneakers gummy (Ooh)
And I f*ck it put it in a tummy
And her pus*y, yummy, yummy (Yeah)
f*cking on it
I'm a f*ckin' bast*rd
I'm a f*ckin' savage
Man, I had to have it