Did Enough lyrics

by

Lil Uzi Vert


[Intro]
Taurus
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (Wheezy Outta Here)
f*ck all of y'all (Yeah)
I f*ck it overly

[Chorus]
If I did too much this time f*ck it, I did enough (Woah)
I can tell all that fake sh*t you talkin' really ain't love (No, it's really ain't love)
I can tell them n*ggas you was with, they already touched (Man, they already touched)
Hit her off that perky-erky, and it already bust (Yeah, it already bust)
Don't be questioning my gang, b*tch, I'm really a blood (Yeah, yeah)
Don't be questioning my gang, b*tch, I'm really- (Blatt)

[Verse]
f*ck you better when I'm drunk, Casa better than some rum (Let's go)
Hit it from the back, thеn I'm rubbin' on your rump, yeah (Huh?)
Movin' way too much, I might just gotta-, uh, throw up
Hurling on thе web becausе a young n*gga sickley
It's a lot of n*ggas in the room, but she gon' pick me
I be ballin' so hard, like I'm Wrigley
Yeah, like I'm Wrigley (So hard)
Young girl give me VD (So hard)
Let me take the risk, please
Got a Richard on my wrist, please
Richard on my wrist, but my nickname ain't di*k, yeah
Shoot it 'til it click, choppa came with a di*k, yeah
She must do gymnastics, just the way that she flip, yeah
She was 'sposed to slime me out, I'm slimy as it get, yeah (Yeah)
Suck my di*k, wipe your nose, at the same time (What?)
Thumbs down, three fingers, that's a gang sign (Blatt)
Throw it back when my boy from jail on Facetime (Yeah)
I like hood b*tches, I don't like fake dimes (Nah)
She like forty-orty's, she don't do no Lil nines (Forty-orty's)
I like FN's, shark tooth, K9
f*ck ten different b*tches, you f*ck one b*tch um ten times (What?)
f*ck your momma, Jody, b*tch, I feel like Ving Rhames (Yeah)
I know I'm only 5'4, but I'm big Slatt (Shh)
I don't say I keep that coolin', say I big back
I stay with that munyun, this that rich rap (Munyun)
n*gga said he dissed me, I ain't get that (Uh-huh, yeah)
[Chorus]
If I did too much this time f*ck it, I did enough (Did enough)
I can tell all that fake sh*t you talkin' really ain't love (Woah)
I can tell them n*ggas you was with, they already touched (They already touched, damn)
Hit her off that perky-erky, and it already bust
Don't be questioning my gang, b*tch, I'm really a blood
Don't be questioning my gang, b*tch, I'm really- (Blatt)
Yeah
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