Freestyle 3 (On My Grind) lyrics

[Intro]
Oh (Yeah, Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Oh (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah), Oh (Lil Uzi Vert, [?])
Ayy, oh (You are listening to Heaven in stereo)
Oh, yeah
Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, 1600)
Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, chopsticks)

[Verse]
Now they mad, they set this game up, I'm no failure
You know that I eat my chips, boy, I’m not no Kettle
Talkin' sh*t, we air it out, no I'm not no settler
Got three million for my maid, met her in Australia
Everything I make a hit, platinum, b*tch, like seven times
Got your b*tch up on my di*k, money Kevin Federline
She keep tryna call my phone, I told her to wait in line
Smokin' gas, I face it man
Dread head like Jamaican man
Lemon lime on my 'Rari, just to race it, man
You know how much it cost me, just like half a man
I'm the Chase Bank, like that sh*t the old Citizens (Lil Uzi)
We get new guap but we spend like old Benjamins (Come on)
Got her tubes tied, I could see through her innocence
She's a brunette, got a bump, grab the insulin
No, I do not f*ck them hoes, I'm a business man
Her boyfriend my opp, I don't care, 'cause he been a snitch
Coolin' with my squad, you can run up 'cause you been a b*tch
f*ckin' on his wife, she a hoe 'cause she lickin' di*k (di*k)
Runnin' through her squad and I did that off my innocence
Dri-Dri-Driving in a butter pecan 'Rari, with a limit, b*tch (Yeah)
Hunnid thousand, upside down my crosses, what I'm spendin', b*tch
'Least a n*gga goin' out in style when I'm sinning, b*tch
Jeff Hardy right off the ropes, when a n*gga pin your b*tch
Mixin' up the swag, I'm drippin', steppin', like a chemist, b*tch
Yes, I got a 30 in my clip and yes, like ten gon' hit (Bah)
I been bagged your girl, she came to me, yes, you gon' miss your b*tch
You know I can't lose, my whole team is "We hit, no miss"
Your daughter askin' for Lil Uzi on her Christmas list (What?)
Yeah, my mother askin' me, am I even Christian, b*tch (What?)
I'm the one made a Christian Mingle account—said 666
I'm the one movin' with the snakes, my n*ggas say, "Slatt, slatt, slatt" (Slatt)
I got sauce, I got drip, Rick Owens on my knapsack-sack (Sack!)
Ain't a thing changed, all we know is get them racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
f*ckin' with my gang, 1600, you get clapped, clapped, clapped (Pah)
I gave her ten bands just so she can get her ass correct (Grah)
I was in the stars, b*tch, I'm tweakin all in Nazareth (Brah, brah)
On the LSD, this sh*t keep giving me acid reflux
Stack guap to the top, no, no, no, I do not want my ex
I was with Lil Wop, I was shakin' off the perky meds
I was off two 30s, somebody please call the Perky Man
If he wanna beef, we can turn it to beef, j*rky man
She came over, 7/11, gave me slurpy, man
If he want the havoc on his block, we make 'em different, man
Milly Rock on your block, yes, I am a sturdy man
Balenciaga up on my socks, I'm not a dirty man
Yes, I'm fresher than your b*tch, choppa gonna swerve you, man
Twenty bands for a brick, sike, no, that's a turkey, man
First class, pescatarian, I'm in turbulance
Your girlfriend don't know my song, she think I'm serving bricks
'Cause I'm hangin' with the drug dealers and we on the 6
1600, you ain't that, boy, you counterfeit
I'm the one, rich forever, you can ask your b*tch