Charlie Heat - ZE$TY BOYZ lyrics

[Produced by Charlie Heat] [Verse] Eight hundred gods, yes I be with like eight hundred guys In the kitchen whip eight hundred pies Disrespectful, you a son of mine I will hit you with this gun of mine Wet you like you just got baptized b**h I stay right in that trap house Whippin' bricks and off that Act high You the type n***a that act high Talkin' sh**, n***a, no rap back I'ma have to make them bullets fly Lil Uzi lit up ten guys f** your b**h then make her p**y cry Then I might have to take you out Like four-five have your a** penalized Honestly, you not a friend of mine Whippin' up, whippin' that thirty six Everything, use these them dirty bricks Tryna rob me, boy you dumb as sh** Extended clip right on that forty fifth And we don't say thot, we say "cat", n***a So tell that cat just to come eat the dick Turn around clappin' then do a split Put 24k on a n***a wrist Pay eighty for platinum in n***a mouth You owe me some money, run in your house And that be your b**h, but she gave me mouth I aimed for her face, skeeted on her blouse And that be your side-relation child And Lil Uzi Vert, yeah he OD wild And I sip that lean, purple in my mouth I feel like Rick James steppin' on your couch [Outro] Let's get it! Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi f** it all, Lil Uzi Lil Uzi, young n***a