Ransom (Fast) lyrics

[Intro: Luh Tyler & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, n*gga (sh*t), uh
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, ayy (You ain't got the answers, Sue)
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (Woah)

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler & Lil Uzi Vert]
Your lil' b*tch a freak, yeah
She gon' f*ck for free, yeah
Know what's up with me, yeah
I get to that cheese, yeah
I get to that green, yeah
Like my b*tches mean, yeah (Beep)
Rock out with my team, that bankroll can't fit in my jeans, yeah (Woah)
This sh*t what I dreamed, I'm ballin', I feel like Kareem, yeah
I snap, I do my thing, this make you hit the shoulder lean, yeah (Ayy)
Runnin' straight to the blues, took my chain, go straight to the news (Yeah, what?)
n*gga headed straight to the moon, I pull up in that Wraith, that b*tch go, "Vroom" (That's for sure)
Sweepin' sh*t up like a broom, just wait, young n*gga, we gon' see the top soon (Talk to 'em)
Young n*gga finna go and shake the room, young n*gga finna blow, finna watch this b*tch boom (What else?)
Young n*gga headed straight to the top and your lil' b*tch a thot, got the ho givin' top (Uh, uh, facts)
Know a n*gga chasin' straight after guap, when I run that sh*t up, I'ma go drop the rock (Run it up)
n*gga pull up in a coupe real fast and I’m doin' the dash, might go drop the top (Skrrt, n*gga)
n*gga breakin' that code, they be cuffin' these hoes, n*ggas out here actin' like cops (What the f*ck?)
I'm tryna be the richest
We runnin' up them digits (Digits)
Run a n*gga out his britches
Phew, that's them switches (Grrah)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Speakin' on them riches
Millie my wrist, b*tch, it's a Nixon (Huh?)
Switch on the back of the Glock and it's glitchin'
Treat it like Madden, this chopper a hit stick
All of my old b*tches, new b*tch, they missed this (Huh?)
Popped off a top like that sh*t was a Mistic (Yeah)
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, The Sixth Sense
Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance
Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton
They thought I was Eazy-E, no, b*tch, I'm pimpin' (Woah)
Don't got leg problems, lil' b*tch, but I'm limpin'
This is my bottom b*tch, no, I ain't simpin' (What else?)
Ever pop pill and drink lean 'til you dizzy? (Yes)
Lemonade Wock' overflow in the Simply (Huh?)
I'm all the way fresh, I make sure they not dingy
I want my half-cent, she not worth a penny
f*ck is a hook if a n*gga keep goin'?
If you ask me, every b*tch there be goin' (Yes)
She wanna f*ck me and yes, I do know it
Step in the sun with this ice, it start snowin'
I'm from 1600, that is the low end
Popped a lil' pill, it hit like melatonin
Gun on my waist and I ain't gon' show 'em
Thirty my clip and it don't even stop goin'
Smokin' my opp, it turn me to The Omen
If you don't know who she f*ckin', that b*tch f*ckin' old men
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin'
Wait, you don't want me just to keep goin'?
I'm in your house and your b*tch gettin' nasty
I'm in your house like my name Kyle Massey
b*tch, I be saucin' and swaggin', I'm jazzy
Bullets'll shave off your head like you Cassie
b*tch, I'm a goat, my Margiellas, they tabby
College b*tch give me head out Tallahassee
I got a plug that live Cincinnati
He ain't even from there, that boy from Atlanta
Smokin' on vapes like I can't even get cancer
Country lil' b*tch, yeah, that ho, she a 'Bama
Don't wanna f*ck on that b*tch, gettin' canceled
Had your main b*tch, but to me, she a random (Yeah)
Might go to Dubai to do donuts in sand dunes
Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún
If I can't find an opp, best believe that his man doomed
I let the junkie test work as a sample (Woah, woah)
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' n*gga
Phew, phew, phew