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Chief Keef

"Rocky and Uzi Freestyle"

[Intro]
Oo, oo, oo
Metro Boomin want some more n*gga!

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Racks in the bank, got no complaints (ooh)
In the parking lot (mm)
Smoking on stank, (oh) other words dank (ooh)
Used to drink drank (uhh), b*tch could not thank (uhh)
I get the brain (uh) (yeah)
I...

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
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
b*tches way up out of France

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah
Pants came from Japan
Shirt came straight from France (oh)
Everybody do my dance (oh, aye)
Bad b*tch on me in the 'stance (oh)
But not talking bout no socks
Crack rock, Milly rock (oh)

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky & Lil Uzi Vert adlibs]
Look at the jewelry, I did it so beautifully
n*ggas can't f*ck with me, it's suicide, n*gga come scrutinize
I'm with the Metro, she with the Petro
Come with the fellow
She blow like a Cello, said the diamonds is all yellow
(ain't no movie)
Pants on me like a farmer
Ten million under armour
Still do a deal with Nike, then we get cut, not likely

[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stay in yo motherf*ckin' lane, get ya'll drip and sh*t
Stay in your late, okay?
Okay, stay in your motherf*ckin' lane
Y'all ain't even got no money to be me
Y'all keep tryna' fake me
Y'all keep tryna fake me, talking 'bout you for the people
If you don't stay in your lane, dude
Stay in ya'll motherf*cking lane
Whole Karats, you a whole character, I just got whole karats (tuh)
Stay in your lane dude, you f*cker

[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky and Lil Uzi Vert]
Wrist, where the magic at?
Where the kitchen at? (yeah) (uh, uh)
Where the attic at?
Where you hide it at? Where you stash it at?
Gun go rat-a-tat, n*gga leave em flat
f*ck these n*ggas out here, sneakin' n' bein' cats
I don't believe in cats

[Verse 6: Lil Uzi Vert]
Believe in cats
Ooo, my Gucci hat (Gucci hat) (ooo)
Your b*tch on me (ooo) hit that b*tch from the back
What you saying? OK, I got b*tches and they queens (oh)
These ain't fifteens (ooo)
My rims 10's but I keep em clean (oh!) (laughter)

[Beat Switch]


[Verse 7: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oo, oo, oo
Oh, yeah, okay, okay, okay
Diamonds they black, Diamonds they black, sippin' that Act (mmm)
You sippin' that Wock (mm)
You sippin' that Wock (mm) (you sippin' that Wock)
I'm not attached, (ooo) got the jet lag (ooo)
Hold on, I got the jet lag
Perform in the rain with the Air Mags
Your b*tch all on me, 'cause I walk around right with the stacks yeah ooo mmm
Getting 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 should be cappin', what no cap?
Bad b*tch on me from the what?
Bad b*tch on me, I don't want it
I hit that b*tch like the beach, (uh) told the b*tch I got the wax (uh)
Bangin' that hoe right on wax
Pull up just right in the Jeep
But my Jeep, it's not a Jeep, (uh) it got a um B (uhh, yeah, hahaha)
(It's a Bentley truck) yeah

[Beat Switch]


[Verse 8: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay, I don't want this, (huh) I don't want that (huh)
I don't want the fame, ooo, I just want the money (ooo)
Count up the hundreds (ooo)
I live how I want, I Do What I Want
I f*ck ya b*tch, that's just for fun (oooo)
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
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
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 (oo)
Now your b*tch all in my face
f*ck that b*tch right in my place (oooo)
Got a condo on condo
Got a crib out in crib
Got your b*tch on my di*k
Pass that b*tch to my bro
She stay on that rib, told that b*tch I'mma get it
Put my di*k in her ribs
Movin' the sh*t, smokin' gas not the cig
Your b*tch wanna get me
She all on you but you ain't got muscles, you is a twig
I'm gettin' the paper
I don't want that hoe, that's a trick for a treat
Okay

[Beat Switch]


[Verse 9: A$AP Rocky & Lil Uzi Vert]
(Flacko still rappin')
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 nothing
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, private party (oo)
With my Woadies, (oooo) with your shawty (oooo)
Big ol' Glock (oooo) that's a .40 (ooo!)
29 Jeans, don't wear a 40

Don't wear no 40, but hold a .40
I f*cked a milf (mm) I think she 40 (45)
I f*cked her daughter, now she my shorty
Back in the days I blow that haze and drink a 40
You f*cked a milf, (yeah yeah)
You think she 40, (yea yea)
I f*cked her daughter, (yea yea) I think she 20, (yea yea)
I think, on my mind, all I want is money (yeah yeah)
These n*ggas be funny, and they all be dummies

Dummies, Dummies, and they bummy
And my f*cking sneakers gummy
And I f*ck it put it inna tummy
And her pus*y, yummy yummy
f*cking on it
I'm a f*ckin' bast*rd
I'm a f*ckin' savage
Man, I had to have it

I'm a playboi though I stay out the field
With a bad b*tch in a vert headed to the studio
n*ggas tryna surpass, know what I'm sayin?

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