Wallet lyrics

[Intro: NGeeYL]
Slime
Yeah, yeah
SSet, SSet
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Raw
Yeah
I'm tired of being good, b*tch I’m tryna be bad (I'm tryna be bad)
Pull up on that old n*gga, that got that Jag' (b*tch ass n*gga)
He ain’t try me cause these bombs, they hit Baghdad
See b*tch I got a whole gang behind me and I hide it
I don't show off none that street sh*t, cause I'm the prophet (No bap)
Basically what I'm sayin' none of my n*ggas extort for profit, yeah
b*tch we need everything we rob, but f*ck n*gga what's in your wallet?
b*tch I'm so slime, I be with Dora, be with Dolly
I ain't gonna let one n*gga stop me from this sliming (f*ck that n*gga)
b*tch I don’t give a f*ck what you say, your favorite rapper ain’t diamond
b*tch I'm too turnt up, I can’t stop this sh*t cause I'm T.U
Standing on my monеy 7 foot, your sh*t like 3'2”
Mixed personalitiеs, like why the f*ck would I be you?
Different b*tches sucking my di*k, like hoe why would I need you?
Like a dog ass b*tch, cause I'm a Pit, so I’m in heat too
This ain't my best verse, but it ain't my worst (It ain't my worst)
I don't give a f*ck about no b*tch, I take back whips, I don't take back purse (Yeah)
b*tch I ain't drinking no cut, I'm drinking that raw, wish I could just throw it up
“Why the f*ck you wanna throw it up?” Last night, I swear to god I was going up
So basically saying I ain't got no Wock today
n*ggas they die today, these n*ggas tryna reach in the pot today
Today I feel like I'm Nine Trey, tomorrow l feel like I'm still Nine Trey (No bap)
Nine shots, you don't need no AR when you got switches on nine Glocks
b*tch I'm lit in my city, ask the n*gga's that's all in my bitty
b*tch I'm breme and billy, I'm the only Billy that come from Philly
b*tch, try me get that blatt
Nine shots in your back
If my b*tch don't call her coochie “Boochie,” shoot her cat, yeah
CT, CT, CT, CT only in my lap (What?)
Bulletproof my Cadillac, this seat came with a Mac
My lil b*tch think she a horse, I f*ck on that b*tch and I rip out her tracks
I don't like good girls, I like whores, can you just suck that lil' di*k from the back? (Pause)
What the f*ck you talking about, that sh*t? You trippin' little n*gga
I got a whole lotta money, I gotta whole lotta figures
All of my killers they icy, we talkin' bout my drillers (My drillers)
She pullin' my pants, eat the cone, she wanna eat all the ice cream
I know I'm Billy for real, but you know I'm so sixteen (so sixteen)
I know I'm Billy for real, but you know I'm so sixteen (so sixteen)
You know I'm Billy for real, but I'm so sixteen (so sixteen)
You know I'm Billy for real, but you know I'm so sixteen (so sixteen)
Double that