ZE$TY BOYZ lyrics

[Intro]
G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahahaha
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Eight hundred gods, yes I be with like eight hundred guys
In the kitchen whip eight hundred pies
Disrespectful, you a son of mine
I will hit you with this gun of mine
Wet you like you just got baptized
b*tch, I stay right in that trap house
Whippin' bricks and off that Act high
You the type n*gga that act high
Talkin' sh*t, n*gga, no rap back
I'ma have to make them bullets fly
Lil Uzi lit up ten guys
f*ck your b*tch then make her pus*y cry
Then I might have to take you out
Like four-five have your ass penalized
Honestly, you not a friend of mine
Whippin' up, whippin' that thirty-six
Everything, use these them dirty bricks
Tryna rob me, boy you dumb as sh*t
Extended clip right on that forty-fifth
And we don't say thot, we say "cat", n*gga
So tell that cat just to come eat the di*k
Turn around clappin' then do a split
Put 24k on a n*gga wrist
Pay eighty for platinum in n*gga mouth
You owe me some money, run in your house
And that be your b*tch, but she gave me mouth
I aimed for her face, skeeted on her blouse
And that be your side-relation child
And Lil Uzi Vert, yeah he OD wild
And I sip that lean, purple in my mouth
I feel like Rick James steppin' on your couch
[Outro]
Let's get it!
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
f*ck it all, Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, young n*gga