McLaren lyrics

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, freestyle off the top with a pen full
Yeah we run every time we hit ten four (Yeah)
Real n*gga yeah I gotta stay on ten toes (Bah)
I'm a shark what you think that this fin for (Fin)
Neck hit off a lick and my wrist froze (Brr)
Black b*tches, I don't even like mixed hoes (Mmm-mmm)
Skinny jeans, yeah, and this Glock really fittin', hoe (On God)
I only take pictures with bad hoes (Yeah)
'Cause n*ggas, they be opps on the f*ckin' low (Who dat?)
f*ck her fast yeah, nah I can never hit it slow (Mmm)
Make her moan now I'm fixed like she hit her toe (Ooh ooh)
Rollie on my wrist I ain't got TikTok (Brah)
Cold block he be jumpin' like Chris Rock
Heard a noise and I had to grab the G-lock (Who dat?)
I ain't go to bed til I hear the dog stop

[Verse 2: Drench]
Ayy, got a 40 Glock on me, no safety (Forty)
Catch me slidin' on the opps, yeah, they hate me (Slide)
Goin' to war with the ones that raised me (f*ck 'em)
Pull up, shoot 'em all damn daily (Grr, bow)
Future up out the cage, that's KD (Bro)
I don't f*ck with no n*gga that's opps (uh-uh)
I wipe a n*gga nose like snot (What?)
Headshot now he dead in a box (What?)
Draco, paint him red like a fox (Draco)
Had to count he got hit in the top (Yeah)
Uzi got the the uzi make him Diddy Bop (Brr)
Once he fall to the floor with no top
I don't want the top give me some room
McLaren too fast, go zoom
McLaren too fast, go zoom
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
McLaren gettin' followed by Benz truck
Bro hit his shot at the opps and we six up
Shot him in his face and he had to pick his lip up
ZEV Tech on the Glock, big body kitted up
How you leave your bro on the ground, pick him up
My b*tch ass fat that's a nip tuck (facts)
b*tch suck on this di*k 'til you hiccup
I don't f*ck regular b*tches got rich sl*ts
I be Louis from the toe 'til the drip up (Lil Uzi)
Me and Wet f*ckin' hoes in the Benz truck (Yeah)
Catch a opp on a muthaf*ckin' pick up
Shoot him in the Uber, man, he shoulda had a lift truck
Tight shirt and it always lift up
Got a full damn block and it flip up
Every n*gga dead ever try to diss us
Wockhardt body, baby I ain't got the triss touch

[Verse 4: Drench]
Cope ass n*ggas brain left on the floor
I done seen bodies on the road
12 askin' about Vert, "I don't know"
He told 'em "WetEmUp ain't slow"
AR hit him, went through the door
And I was Gucci everything to the toe
And my life too fast, all gas
For Vert step on 'em like "Smash"
Had a swap outline for the Bently truck
That's real on the word, so flame up
When that switch go off, let 'em flamed up
Can't control us, hard to maintain us
Everybody by my side is dangerous
No Limit, 150, got the gang with us
You got no bodies, shut up, you can't hang with us
You got no bodies, shut up, you can't hang with us
[Verse 5: Lil Uzi Vert]
You got no bodies, shut up, you can't hang with us
I do not f*ck with yo' gang, I can't bang with you
Knife on my muf*ckin' choppa, I shank you up
Bro on the block with the rock and the angel dust (Huh?)
b*tch suck my di*k and you know I'ma paint it up (Let's go)
Kick her out, yeah, you know I cannot save a sl*t, uh (Bye)
I got the swag in this b*tch, got this money, Botega my bag in this b*tch (Hello?)
Yeah, I'm feelin' richer than ever, this Richard my wrist this sh*t lookin' wetter
Emeralds my neck, no, I'm not a bagetter
Go to the club and I'm changin' the weather (Yeah)
I'm makin' it storm, I pull off in foreign
f*ckin' yo' b*tch, look like we make a porn (Uh huh, yeah)
I'm makin' plays on the phone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I'ma dog, send you down to the bone, yeah (Lil Uzi)