Lil Uzi Vert - A lot lyrics

Slide around with the mop All we know is up the opps Ben Baller, cost a lot Lambo your parkin’ lot Shoot at his leg, he hop Shoot at his leg, he hop Shoot at his leg, he hop Where would the game be? I’m mixin’ them words like a synonym She tryna swallow like cinnamon Rockin’ Vements Rockin’ that s**t like its Vetements Little n***a I got hella bands (ayy) Stand on my money, I’m 7’10” (damn) F**k on your b***h ’cause she heaven sent Smell on that girl and she heaven scent Ooh, that booty heaven sent Smokin’ that gas, that’s my medicine Little n***a think he better than (what?) Lil Uzi really a veteran This still my first not my second win (ayy) Lil Uzi Vert with that tether skin (yeah) Gettin’ this money, what’s happenin’? (Yeah) Gettin’ these girls is what’s happenin’ Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha Then I put dick all in Madison My new coupe peel out the Radisson Movin’ that work, traffic Move through the dirt, blacky sand Chopper gon’ twerk, Pakistan Nowadays I just be havin’ fans Go in the club and I’m throwin’ bands Oh you a stripper? Give me a dance Walk around with all my hundred bands I got all types of girls Just know I’m always with something tan Diamonds so clear, that’s spick and span These n***as hatin’, treat ’em like spam I’ma stay real as I can (pull up) In a Range, it’s not a Lamb’. Slide around with the mop All we know is up the opps Ben Baller, cost a lot Lambo your parkin’ lot Shoot at his leg, he hop Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha Then I put dick all in Madison My new coupe peel out the Radisson Diamond fist, a lot Diamond wrist, a lot Pull up with the drop Givin’ what I got That’s your b***h or not? I don’t kiss a lot I’m gon’ shoot my shot I don’t miss a lot. Damn, 200 bands Look at you, gonna go shop again They gettin’ money, no stoppin’ them F**k what they say when we flockin’ in My whip, she hoppin’ in Helicopter that I chopper in This girl on my side so bad But too bad the scale only stop at 10 So that’s why you’re always mad ‘Cause I’m always poppin’ tags And I always come in first And you always gotta settle for less Got the Lambo, I ain’t want a Jag Hit the pedal and settle the gas (yeah) Dolce Gabbana my bag Nike that Air when I smash (what?) Drive my car like NAS (yeah) I get fly like NAS Had her in my path She tried to wave and I drove right past (skrrt) Yeah you know it’s digital I don’t know my dash (yeah) Get high off that hash (ayy) Eyes red like a rash (damn) Grab it from the back, yeah Grab her waist real tight When I’m in, it make her bite me back All different girls, like where your type be at? If I got locked up would you write me back Or just chase another bag? Slide around with the mop (yeah) All we know is up the opps (yeah) Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah) Lambo your parkin’ lot (yeah, skrrt) Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt) Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah) My new coupe peel out the Radisson Diamond fist, a lot Diamond wrist, a lot Pull up with the drop (yeah) Givin’ what I got That’s your b***h or not? I don’t kiss a lot I’m gon’ shoot my shot (Yeah) I don’t miss a lottt.