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(Nah) Are you dumb (Are you dumb Nah) Better use your medulla I be shootin' with the ruler (Frrah) I ain't with all the rumors Her nigga, he a loser (He a loser) Main bitch, she twenty 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 (Lit), lit (Lit) Lit (Lit), lit (Lit), lit (Lit) Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi) Pre-Chorus 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 Woah, ayy, yeah Chorus It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Uh) Verse 1 I got plenty chips, stack it up, Tetris (Uh) Bust down on your own nigga, but I got a bettеr wrist (What) My swag perpetuous Perky donе settled in (Yeah) Your girl, my crib, beat the pussy with excellence (Huh) Ass so fat, what's your measurement Had to register in your regiment (Rage) Baby, you could 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, came back with three hunnid bands (Money) Count up all my haters, nowadays I am a money man (Money) Rock VETEMENTS like I'm Asian, my new girl, she a ten (Yeah), yeah (Woah, hello) (I mean it, woah, uh) (Yeah, yeah, huh) Related Songs FOR FUN Lil Uzi Vert F.F. (FINAL FANTASY) Lil Uzi Vert GLOCK IN MY PURSE Lil Uzi Vert Chorus It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Oh woah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Okay, yeah) Verse 2 Too much sauce, swag, my disease, ooh Swag-Swag disease (I got the swag) Ricky Rafy on my jeans, mm Outer space, can't see Bitch, I'm rollin' off the bean Mm, my Glock got a beam (Glock) Put dick in her spleen (What) She tried 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 Nah) Better use your medulla I be shootin' with the ruler (Frrah) I ain't with all the rumors Her nigga, he a loser Main bitch, she twenty somethin' (Nah) Side bitch, she a cougar They steal my style, I'm not a rat, I can't sue ya Don't let a bitch use ya Yo' music no mover Yo' nigga stay boo'd up Ball up, you loser Baton Rouge with the Khosla What's your name, bitch Lose ya (Bye) Chorus It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Oh woah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah) It's a hit, it's a hit It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah) Outro 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