Oh Well lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, top ten, 1600 work
On the block, ain't even got no deal

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Everything on me designer, including my belt
Check is gon' hit, I need more than a zelle
Swoop give me head, yeah she must went to Yale
Hit from the back yeah the b*tch gon' yell
Stackin' the bread all the way till' it's stale
Strong in the trap know a n*gga ain't frail
I never trust none them packs in mail

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stacking the rackies up, I ain't no snail
I feel like a creep cause I'm feeling myself
Stacking the racks and that's just for a bail
Feel like just onе day these n*ggas gon' tell
I'm in thе gym and I'm up in my health
I'm drinking ginger, I can't take a L
n*ggas they pus*y like they ain't even male
Oh well, Oh well, Oh well
Oh well, Oh well, Oh well
Oh well, Oh well, Oh well

[Chorus]
Everything on me designer, including my belt
Check is gon' hit, I need more than a zelle
Swoop give me head, yeah she must went to Yale
Hit from the back yeah the b*tch gon' yell
Stackin' the bread all the way till' it's stale
Strong in the trap know a n*gga ain't frail
I never trust none them packs in mail
[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
My n*ggas movin' them bird, and if that ship sink
Better not panic
My n*ggas movin' them birds, the same ones that not in top ten
I know I'm industry Vert, but I fell in love with the work
Rockstar life in reverse, ask yo lil' b*tch I got 50 round burst
She hold my sh*t in her purse, I hold my di*k off a perc
b*tch get f*cked in the trap, this b*tch too freaked out lift up her skirt

[Chorus]
Everything on me designer, including my belt
Check is gon' hit, I need more than a zelle
Swoop give me head, yeah she must went to Yale
Hit from the back yeah the b*tch gon' yell
Stackin' the bread all the way till' it's stale
Strong in the trap know a n*gga ain't frail
I never trust none them packs in mail

[Verse: No Savage]
Oh well
I want him to catch every shot, Odell
sh*t come in the tractor trailer, f*ck the mail
Can't pay me through CashApp, send it through Zelle
Yeah, yeah, I'm f*ckin' with Uzi and sliding that vert
Rob me, I’ma pay what I weigh for your dirt
If you scared as sh*t, n*gga go to a church
D.C., I'm fly as sh*t wearing all black
FN hit him in the head, he a Big Mac
n*ggas around me got cooked for the get back
Bro copped him a Rolex, he coppin' the ten pack
Yeah, try, uh, bet you gon' die
Try, spinnin' that fire, why?
Uh, I knocked his out of line, yeah
I keep a 40, no 9
Uh, I'm tryin' tell her I'm trying
Uh, yeah, everything on me designer
Even my hat and my belt, yeah
We got a whole lotta work
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
I'll take his b*tchass left, call me the crash bandit