Rust lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Whoa, Lets go
It's Lil Uzi Vert-

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I whip it 'til my thumb tan
Break the powder on that one pan
Snare on that trap with that drum den'
We only need one fan
Found out he a opp, had to get rid of my one man
Now a b*tch from the hood and that pus*y all good
And I f*cked this b*tch right out in London
Man the drugs had me numb man
I was popping them footballs, looked like a n*gga was punting
Now tell me are you dumb man
My n*ggas got rifles, it looks like they always be huntin'
Man I swear I be stuntin'
Yeah I made it from nothin', we made a b*tch out yo tough man
Upgrade my wrist, we don't save no b*tch, my pants I ain't even cuffing
Moncler on my vest, no we can't do a goose, cause my n*ggas out here they ain't duckin'
Um what you say, what man, four leaves on the clover, no I can't run out of luck man
On a whole different substance, I'm still popping these whoo-, my n*ggas still selling that dust man
Clean him up like a dustpan, man I'm swervin' this trackhawk, it look like a young n*gga drunk man
I be with steppas', for all of them n*ggas you with yeah they already stomped man
When you light up the blunt man
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I can't feel my face that's cause a young n*gga already trustin'
I'm already stuck in this lifestyle, I remember I came from nothing
This little b*tch keep blushing, and I ain't even want her cause she already bustin'
My shooter stay bustin', his gun got used so much that it got rust in it

[Verse 2: Poundside Pop]
I get the guap, put the gang on
I f*ck yo thot with my chain on
I'm sippin' wock 'til the pain gone
n*gga want smoke, n*gga good luck
We the ones turnin' the hood up
Can't show these f*ck n*ggas no love
I'm in the zoo with the trappers, they came with the Lambos and all of the steppers, huh
Pop in the cut with the hunnid round drum, pus*y boy you relievin' the message
They sayin' some sh*t, boy
Like Tony Montana I take you to war
(You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war? We take you to war)
They sayin' some sh*t, boy
We the ones throwin' the guap on the floor
I'm sendin' hits through the jail
I'm sendin' hits through mail
I get you killed, I ain't takin' no L's, yeah
The broski, like, young, man, he ruthless
He don't give a f*ck, he just shoot sh*t
He pop out the cut with like two blicks
My n*gga Vert on that zoo sh*t, yeah
I'm rockin' that Ricky like Slick Rick
They wanna see me fall but I can't slip
You say that you him but you ain't this
The Rollie gon' shine but it don't tick
I'm done with that hoe, it don't make sense
I go get the guap if it makes sense
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I can't feel my face that's cause a young n*gga already trustin'
I'm already stuck in this lifestyle, I remember I came from nothing
This little b*tch keep blushing, and I ain't even want her cause she already bustin'
My shooter stay bustin', his gun got used so much that it got rust in it