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(Nah) Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah) Better use your medulla I be shootin' with the ruler (grrah) I ain't with all the rumors Her nigga, he a loser (he a loser) Main bitch, she 20-somethin' (nah) Side bitch, she a cougar They steal my style, I'm not a rat, I can't sue ya (Woo) (Woo, woo) (Yeah, Lil Uzi Vert, uh) Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah) Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah) Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah) Lit, lit, lit (is it lit?), lit Lit (lit), lit (lit), lit (lit) Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi) Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? (Yeah) is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? (Huh?) Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? (What?) Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Whoa, ayy, yeah Issa hit, issa hit (yeah) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (uh) I got (I got) plenty chips, stack it up, Tetris (uh) Bust down on your own nigga, but I got a better wrist (what?) My swag perpetuous Perky done settled in (yeah) Your girl, my crib, beat the pussy with excellence (callin') Ass so fat, what's your measurement? Had to register in your regiment (rage) Baby, you can stay in my residence Lil Uzi fresh like a peppermint (uh-huh) Old ass nigga just made Sir, that don't make you a veteran (no) I was just in Vegas (yeah), came back with three-hundred bands (money) Count up all my haters, nowadays, I am a money man (money) Rock VETEMENT like I'm Asian, my new girl, she a ten (yeah, yeah) (Whoa, hello?) (I mean it, whoa, uh) (Yeah, yeah, huh) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (oh, whoa) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah, whoa) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah, whoa) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah, whoa) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (okay, yeah) Too much sauce, swag, my disease, ooh Swag-swag disease (the swag) Ricky Rafy on my jeans, uh Outer space, can't see Bitch, I'm rollin' off the bean, uh My Glock got a beam (Glock) Put dick in her spleen (what?) She try and suck it through my jeans (damn) Put dick in her spine (her spine) Make the bitch lose her mind (mind) Told that boy, "Wait in line" (hold on) And that girl not mine (mine) Man, I swear she a dime (dime) Man, that bitch so fine (fine) I be smokin' on moonrock, I ain't smokin' on no pine (nah) Are you dumb? (Are you dumb?) Better use your medulla I be shootin' with the ruler (grrrah) I ain't with all the rumors Her nigga, he a loser (loser) Main bitch, she 20-somethin' (nah) Side bitch, she a cougar (no) They steal my style, I'm not a rat, I can't sue ya Don't let the bitch use ya Your music don't move us Your nigga stay boo'd up (whoa) But after you lose her (ayy) Baton Rouge with a cool slut What's your name, bitch? Lose ya (bye) (Uh) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (oh, whoa) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah, whoa) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah, whoa) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (yeah, whoa) Issa hit, issa hit Issa hit, issa hit (okay) Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit? Is it lit?
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Jordan T. Ortiz, Brandon Terrell Veal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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