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Chorus: Future & Lil Uzi Vert Brrt, brrt Three ninety two, switch it up with the cat Cat I count a million right here on my lap On my lap Bought a new Spyder then take off the plastic I stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it Oh yeah Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it Brrt, brrt You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact None of these girls got strings attached I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing I gotta teach these bitches a lesson She fell in love, she saw a million racks I made it out, I ain't going back Ooh Killing these niggas in all black Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you Oh, yeah Come on, baby, you know that I'm bagging you I had to get a Louis, a bag or two It is no one that is bad as you We got new Pateks on Pateks, too Made it straight to the top, got a whole lot to lose Keep on asking me shit, tryna find the truth Shh I said baby, I'm better off lying to you I said baby, I'm better off lying to you You will never be able to find a root Oh, oh Everything on me designer too Oh, yeah Everything on me designer times two Ooh All of my diamonds, they pink or they blue Ooh, ooh All of my diamonds, they yellow or white Oh, yeah I put that lean in the Fanta, no Sprite Oh, yeah Rollie got ice and the bando right We shot the opp at a candle light My boys, they got choppas, can't stay in a fight My boys, they got choppas, can't stay in a fight Lil Uzi Vert known to get to the commas Oh, yeah Niggas they mad, 'cause I'm big as Obama Put that on my gang, put that right on my mama Watch out for snakes 'cause these niggas, they serpents Pull up, big body, Maybach with the curtains Bulletproof on the Bentayga, I'm nervous Bulletproof my whip like it's a Suburban I fucked your bitch, I ain't do that on purpose Had to say bye-bye, that baby a birdie I kicked her out on the sidewalk, so I had to curve it Kick her out Different color stones, it look like a circus I'ma kill that pussy, get convicted for murder I'ma kill I ain't whippin' service, bitch, we pay for these verses Oh, yeah Diamonds on my neck not tucked, they emerging Come on, bitch, now tell me what is the verdict Oh, yeah Come on, baby, tell me what is the verdict Oh, yeah My pockets big as excursion Oh, yeah I be smoking weed until I can't breathe She in love with the style, that's why she can't leave I can never walk and beg on my knees So my new girl, she black and Japanese Yeah, whoa, ayy She's filling all of my needs All of my needs, yeah, let's go, Uzi Vert, let's go I don't think that this boy ready No, I don't think this boy ready AK, don't front, it came with machete Beat up the pot, almost caught a domestic Might buy the block, build it up like it's Tetris Too many foreign vibes all in my session Whoo Too many foreign vibes all in my section Chrome Heart the Rollie, this shit is a blessing Chrome Heart the Rollie Verse 2: Future Chrome Heart over the machete Yeah Hand on your block like I fed it Yeah Whip up the Audemar, fill it with 'guetties Whoa Christian Dior just for the aesthetics Whoa Called out my misery thanks to this syrup Yeah Based up in emeralds, draped up in pearls Yeah Spin off the block to a whole 'nother world Other world Travel to France, recruit me some girls Yeah Meet me on the front, on the top for a cruncho, yeah Yeah My bitch sit Indian style, yeah Smokin' on runts by the pound Smokin' on runts Young niggas crazy to switch on the forty Walk nigga down, hit him up, then record it Exotic bitches fall in order, turn a dime to a quarter Uh, yeah The block hot, Richard Porter, my rides get imported Skkr, skkr Plug came out of Russia Might have to spill that four, I got pesos I'm on an island with the cash like Diego Snowflake when I drip, I got rose gold Gotta flock it, these bitches on go mode Can't name one hood that I can't go That I can't go Four dollars and a half on a Rolls Royce Rolls Royce Bought a house on a lake with a golf course Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Got a Korean bitch on my team Korean bitch on my team I done wiped a nigga nose clean I done wiped a nigga nose clean Bought some bullets and extra magazines Bought some bullets and extra magazines Gang affiliated, by all means, any means Private jets for me and my team Private jets We didn't bring no clothes, we brought codeine Yeah Got a flight attendant in the bathroom doin' dirty favors on me On me She gon' do it on the whole crew if I tell her so you ain't even gotta ask On me A few space coupes sittin' in the stash Some little tall shit, young Stacey Dash Yeah I bought the mall out 'fore I went spazzin' Spaz I gotta ball player contract, baby Yeah High definition on me, no Fugazzi High definition More ammunition, my niggas better go crazy Fifty round clips hoppin' out a Mercedes Fifty round clips I'm now spaced out, on a whole 'nother level I'm spaced out Young niggas crazy, go dance with the devil Dance with the devil Three ninety two, hit the switch on whoever Brrt, brrt, brrt Chorus: Future & Lil Uzi Vert Three ninety two, switch it up with the cat Cat I count a million right here on my lap On my lap Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic I stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas Oh, yeah Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax Yeah Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat On my hat Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press Oh, yeah, yeah Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press Oh, yeah You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact None of these girls got strings attached I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing I gotta teach these bitches a lesson She fell in love, she saw a million racks I made it out, I ain't going back Oh, yeah Killing these niggas in all black Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast