[Intro: Veeze & Lil Uzi Vert]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yes
Yeah
Shit too easy
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
Yeah
Ayy
Lil Uzi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Get off my dick, lil' bitch, and go fuck Lil Pip (Lil Pip, yeah)
My weed from the garden, yeah, smokin' on more than a nick' (Yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the garden while we watchin' the Knicks (Yeah, yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit, dog shit by my hip (Walk her ass, let's go)
Got mohair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni shit (That be Marni shit)
Mix green with that purple, I'm trippin', that be that Barney shit (That Barney shit)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny shit (That corny shit, ew)
Made so many songs, I could make Lil Uzi Greatest Hits (No bap)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Call this bitch a Scat 'cause this ain't even my favorite bitch (Brr)
Me and lil' Veeze go back to back
Spent four hundred thousand, never drove the Maybach
I talk shit, I don't never talk back
Put the tape on the TEC, it's a homemade MAC
I just wanna rock, made that shit in the trap
And you wouldn't believe how much I made back
Bitch, my soul immortal, I can't never keep it cordial (Nah)
I just had a foursome, pussy, that's triple oral
My chains so deep down in the ocean, I see shrimp and coral (Yeah)
Boy, your watch a forty-one, I do fifty or more
I'm in the cut with a bad bitch like I'm tryna buck fifty a whore (Woah)
I bleed anywhere that I go, better watch your mink 'cause I drip on the floor (I drip)
I don't even call it Wock', I'm sippin' the woah, I pour me some more (Yeah)
Bitch, I just poured me a four, just makin' sure that I do not catch a cold (Achoo)
Bitch, I put my back to the ropes, huh, I'm on my Jeff Hardy shit
I'm on them opiums, buffs on my face, I don't play, boy, 'bout my Cartis, bitch
I don't even play with these n***as at all, I don't even know what an Atari is
I ordered a jet, couldn't take no pics 'cause I don't even know what red carpet is
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Get off my dick, lil' bitch, and go fuck Lil Pip (Lil Pip, yeah)
My weed from the garden, yeah, smokin' on more than a nick' (Yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the garden while we watchin' the Knicks
Walk your bitch like a pit, dog shit by my hip (Let's go)
Got mohair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni shit (That Marni shit)
Mix green with that purple, I'm trippin', that be that Barney shit (That Barney shit)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny shit (That corny shit)
Made so many songs, I could make Lil Uzi Greatest Hits

[Verse 2: Veeze]
If I had dollar for every time these n***as hate, I'd be rich like Jay and Ye
I got rich with Babyface, we came up just making plays (Yeah)
Man, I feel just like Beyoncé, n***as love to say my name
I can't back down from no n***a, I bring more smoke than Taylor Gang (Shh)
I'm the G.O.A.T., dunkin' from the free throw, fadeaway (Hit that bitch)
Whippin' dope, make it Big Sean, you can't say it ain't (Hit that bitch)
I know if I wasn't that great, they wouldn't even be throwin' shade (Shh)
Say that shit come with the game, n***a, I ain't never been no game
I don't even wanna conversate, n***as lie right to my face (Yeah)
I'd probably be under the jail, they knew how much crime I did today (Damn)
Crybaby Veeze, use the hundreds, wipe it away (Crybaby Veeze)
I don't got change for twenty, n***a, twenty ain't nothin' but change (You hear what I'm sayin'?)
I'm tired of givin' n***as game
I'm shoppin', coppin' Matty Boy, I got this down in MIA (Huh?)
This lil' bitch should get a housekeeper, I met her in LA (In LA)
I got bloods in Bompton, Crips on Slauson gon' make sure I'm safe (Yeah)
Thottie breaking, Glory Gang, slimy, I should be ashamed (Gang)
He done dropped a hundred tapes, made no noise like Pootie Tang (What?)
N***a, my heart so icy, I'm like Shiesty, I'm like Gucci Mane
I'm down to a four a day, dirty water, Louie Ray
These stupid-ass n***as must be freebasin'
Young n***a, I was middle school, hoes Keir age
Fast forward a n***a, death day, make him meet his maker
Broke beefin' n***a, make his mama throw a fundraiser
7 Mile popstar, bitch, I'm Justin Timberlake (Wow)
Fuck n***a throwin' salt, but ain't never killed a player (Oh my God)
Daydreamin' 'bout the Wockhardt in the 'frigerator (Huh?)
Dog livin' with a broke heart, heard I hit his main one (Heard I hit his main one)
Get off my dick, lil' bitch, lil' bitch, get off my dick (Get off my dick)
You ain't met a n***a rich like this, you ain't met a n***a rich like this (You ain't met a n***a rich like this, ho)
He buyin' designer on sale, that be that country shit (What's to him?)
She callin', wanna cheat on her man, that be that horny shit
Tell me you proud of me, baby, again, I need to hear it again (I need to hear it again)
I got the gang tatted on my skin, this shit thicker than thin (Yeah)
I don't trust broke n***as, it is what it is (Yeah)
She bein' faithful to the kid, but I'll never commit (Come on)
[Outro: Veeze]
Get off my dick, lil' bitch, lil' bitch, get off my dick (Let's go)
Get off my— lil' bitch, lil' bitch, get off my dick, yeah (Let's go)
I might be OG Sick, I might be OG Sick (I might be OG Sick)
I flip them n***as and I had to whip that shit, gang
Get off my dick, lil' n***a, lil' n***a, get off my dick
Hatin'-ass n***as
Y'all n***as know what the fuck goin' on, man (I'm like Justin Timberlake compared to y'all lil'-ass n***as, man)
Know it ain't shit to talk about (You know what I'm sayin'?)