Off White lyrics

by

Lil Uzi Vert


[Intro]
(Mike Jerz, Mike Jerz, Mike Jerz)
Yeah, woo, woo
AHH!

[Chorus]
Got too many n*ggas just to buy a Lamb'
I need a whip, they got like seven doors
I need a crib, they got like seven floors
Gettin' di*k sucked from like seven whores
At one time, that ain't my b*tch
But that gun's mine, Riccardo Tisci
How I taught forces, I'm hearing voices
b*tch it's lunch time
She eat my di*k out the Philip Lims
b*tch I'm jugged out from like ten to ten
It was all for her to swallow my di*k
Like my sh*t made a sentiment
Come in my hood all hooded up
Treat your ass like I'm Tsimmerman
Mortality like sub zero
My main hoe screamin' finish him
So I finish him
Half finished dope, Got it for the low
b*tch I'm smoother than the pennyloaf
I got the antidote
But the activis got me trappin' slow
Rick Owens straight off the runway
Rock Off White on a Monday
And thats the damn work, just talked to Virgil, pots and pans work
Loosen up the Rollie with the hand work
[Interlude]
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah
It's all over again
It's all over again
Lil Uzi
AHH!

[Chorus]
Got too many n*ggas just to buy a lamb
I need a whip, they got like seven doors
I need a crib, they got like seven floors
Gettin' di*k sucked from like seven whores
At one time, that ain't my b*tch
But that gun's mine, Riccardo Tisci
How I taught forces, I'm hearing voices
b*tch it's lunch time
She eat my di*k out the Philip Lims
b*tch I'm jugged out from like ten to ten
It was all for her to swallow my di*k
Like my sh*t made a sentiment
Come in my hood all hooded up
Treat your ass like I'm Tsimmerman
Mortality like sub zero
My main hoe screamin' finish him
So I finish him
Half finished dope, Got it for the low
b*tch I'm smoother than the pennyloaf
I got the antidote
But the activis got me trappin' slow
Rick Owens straight off the runway
Rock Off White on a Monday
Thats the damn work, just talked to Virgil pots and pans work
Loosen up the Rollie with the hand work
With the hand work, hand work, handwork
[Verse]
F-F-F-F-Five AM, n*gga writing verses
Dressed like Remie off higher learning
Talkin' sh*t I leave your face burnin'
New suit in the Sunday service
First class in they tell the hearse
So I was put here just for a purpose
Ill f*ck your b*tch in the [?]
These pants six is a not at Eargle
We got heavy sh*t, that's thirty-six
And that's like a seven
That's a perfect brick
If you cop six
n*gga you splurgin'
If you cop six
n*gga you splurgin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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