Lil Uzi Vert - Original Uzi (4 Of Us) lyrics

n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that, bye bye birdie My new lil' b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, Four of us Four of us, Four of us, Four of us Cuban wrist now I'm colder Diamonds on me now I'm colder Gettin' money so I'm older Gettin' paper now I'm bolder Jump in a GTR, Drive it drive it like its stolen (what?) f** that b**h, hit record, (yuh) Flash on so she know it (yuh) She know it, she know it, she know it, she know it Diamonds so big in the rollie Jump in my whip do a donut Cop behind me I won't slow up Takin' xanax 'til I throw up Where you from n***a I'm throwin' up Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us Four of us, four of us, four of us n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Drinkin that clean like dirty Yeah, huh, wait, (Skrrt!) Pull up that whip with curtains Pull up that whip with curtains When it rain you know the umbrella right in the door (ya) f**ed your girl she like water (yeah) No I do not wanna keep her That be the end of the story n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us Yeah My pockets they stick out like a brick (what) Your pockets they look light like a feather Yeah, I don't cheat (what) Me and my girl f** b**hes together (Yeah) I wear jackets no matter the weather Rocking red Balmain leather I be thinking life is a set up Bout to go out with Berreta (Huh, Yeah) Gotta pull out in this metal You a get Pac just like Kelly But I want World Peace just like Metta Like cottage cheese that's a fetta She a lightskin when I'm redder That's your b**h n***a better get her Cause my picture all on her header On Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter Better get your b**h n***a I'll rip her Had her up on my bed then I flipped her Yeah, wet like flipper Yeah, wet like dippers What? In my slippers Yeah, did I mention Yeah, now she with' me (What) She get attached then I clip it Rick Owen boots with the zippers Okay you hip but I'm hipper Shoot with that missle I'll miss you She s** my dick then kiss you On the real that is the issue n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us