Fast & Slow lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Let's go)
Yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Yeah, let's go
Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Uzi Vert (Let's go, let's go)
Now say faster (Lucifer)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm so turnt (Turnt, turnt), I can't make it (Turnt up, turnt up)
I was certain, but I was patient (Yeah)
Pulled up in a B, doing donuts in a vacant (Skrrt)
Shake that ass for me, bend it over, girl, naked, yeah
Having the horse that's Porsche or the 'Rari
But the 'Rari moves just like a Lamb' (Damn)
That's my best friend, diamonds on our necklace
Man, my sh*t wet like a dam (Yeah)
Pulled up light color, inside peanut butter if I ever get in a jam (What)
Tony Hawk swag, b*tch, like Bob Burnquist, b*tch, I grind like a rail (Yeah)
Changed? No, never, b*tch
Crib like the Fresh Prince
Know you wished I’d fail (No)
Got a b*tch better than, better than you
That's like a Mac to a Dell, yeah (Lil Uzi)
Louboutin shoes so my b*tch got Christian heels
Boy, you irrelevant, know I got the birds so they call me the featherman (Yeah)
Saint Laurent pants and them b*tches made of leather, man
Stand on my bands and my height like 7'10" (Yeah)
Stack it all up to a motherf*ckin' hunnid bands
All around the world, like the motherf*ckin' running man
I ain't tryna publicly beef with no n*gga
I'm just tryna publicly get me some cudi, man
Nighttime, look at my chain and it's sunny, man
Slime got a snail trail made out of honey, man
Walkin' this beat like the feet on the elephant
[Verse 2: Young Jordan]
She suck it, her brain, that's intelligent
Poppin' these Perkies, they medicine
I just stacked up my bread and got VETEMENTS
Got a bad bougie b*tch and she elegant
Yves Saint Laurent on my letterman
Took a shot at the opps but don't tell 'em it
Took a sip of this red, you gon' settle down
It's a V12 on my pedal now
Now that lil' b*tch want me, settle down
It's a G5 for the jet now
Had to tell slatt put the TEC down
Yeah, I turned a lil' five hundred racks down
I don't really wanna have sex now
Yeah, I'm on pills, off X now
Got McQueen on my scarf, for my neck now

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
I cannot play with no n*gga
Pound Seven and Tre on it, n*gga (Uh)
I cannot hate on that n*gga (Uh)
I cannot say nothin', not 'bout a n*gga
I got your b*tch on me, she just wan' get it
Your b*tch right on my di*k like she related to that little tiger, that n*gga named Tigger
I do not play with this sh*t just like that
Okay, I might just have to hit it right back
Got the big hitta just with that ball bat
I get the paper, I get it up
Bad b*tch on me, she wan' lick it up
Bad b*tch on me, she wan' go, uh
I can never trust a ho, uh
Pass the b*tch, that give and go, uh
Look at my chain, until it snow
I do not f*ck with the Po', uh
Yeah, my chopper got a pole
Make her bounce on the di*k like a pogo, uh
Make her go fast and then slow, uh
Make her go fast and then slow, uh
Make her go fast and then slow, uh
Make her go fast and then slow, uh