Feel Like Uzi lyrics

[Intro]
(Neilaworld)
(Ooh, ooh, I'm ready, ooh)
(Okay, okay, okay, uh)
(Okay, yeah, Pretti, Pretti, Pretti, Pretti)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah
Feel like Uzi, I can do it, you can do it
I was trippin' 'bout that girl, hit the blunt, gettin' looser (Gettin' looser)
It's a new world, uh, people movin'
Put up all the artistry, I think I might lose it
b*tch double crossin' me, b*tch, well, cross your T's
Now I got a Gault bag, it's stretchin’ to here from overseas
Label meetings, back-to-back shows, too exhausted (Exhausted)
Huh, made a boss call, uh, I'm a boss b*tch (Boss b*tch)

[Verse 1]
Huh, lost cause, huh
BE@RBRICK on my dresser, it's [?] (Alright)
Hood b*tch tried my di*k, man, she just a frog, huh, she amphibian
b*tch, I put the show on, I get anybody in
I'm gonna enjoy f*ckin' with you boys
Yeah, my spot been already made
I'm stuck in at zero place
You can have her through the week, but she mine on Wednesday
Sugar in the lemonade, you so beautiful today
[Chorus]
Feel like Uzi, I can do it, you can do it
I was trippin' 'bout that girl, hit the blunt, gettin' looser (Gettin' looser)
It's a new world, uh, people movin'
Put up all the artistry, I think I might lose it
b*tch double crossin' me, b*tch, well, cross your T's
Now I got a Gault bag, it's stretchin’ to here from overseas
Label meetings, back-to-back shows, too exhausted
Huh, made a boss call, uh, I'm a boss b*tch

[Verse 2]
Baby, why you chargin' for this sh*t? It was meant for us (Ooh, ooh)
Why you tryna hide when we kiss? Or we f*ck? (Ha)
Damn, my brother told me "Never trust no one" (Ha)
Dropped a diss on me, brodie, I think that sh*t sucked (sh*t sucked)
Dig this shirt, denim on my body, yes, it's old stuff
Up and early, I was up and early, got my style up
Said she want me, yeah, she wanna f*ck me, baby, line up (f*ck)
It's enough for all of you (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah
Feel like Uzi, I can do it, you can do it
I was trippin' 'bout that girl, hit the blunt, gettin' looser (Gettin' looser)
It's a new world, uh, people movin'
Put up all the artistry, I think I might lose it
b*tch double crossin' me, b*tch, well, cross your T's
Now I got a Gault bag, it's stretchin’ to here from overseas
Label meetings, back-to-back shows, too exhausted (Exhausted)
Huh, made a boss call, uh, I'm a boss b*tch (Boss b*tch)
[Outro]
(Pretti, Pretti)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Ha, ha)