RIP Ms Connie lyrics

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
(We got London on da Track)
We on that type of time
You understand?
Standin' on business (Yeah)
You know London? (Phew)
Rich Gang, YSL (Ayy)
Ayy, free Slime (Talk to them, motherf*ckin’— uh)
Ayy, ayy, Uzi?
You got the ball, it's your turn, playboy (Blatt)
Let's get it (What)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I put my di*k in your mommy (Yeah)
I put the drum on the Tommy (Yeah)
I take the Xan' drop, I'm zombie (Huh?)
She barely saw me, not landin'
Rest in peace to, um, Ms. Connie (Shh)
I been fresh since Abercrombie (Woo)
I smack that b*tch on her heinie
Got a b*tch, look like Ashanti (What?)
Stank pus*y, smell just like cheddar (Blagh)
Sexual b*tch and she hetero'
Orchestrate, yeah, editorial (Phew)
I just paid for a opp burial (Yeah)
Suck my di*k good then I marry you (Suck my di*k)
She suck on the jet, she get aerial
Now, why the f*ck would I just care 'bout you?
You f*cked so many n*ggas, embarrassed too
[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Most of my b*tches, they dancers (Fee)
The sh*t— I won't say, I'll get canceled
I 'member back I was younger, Google told me I had cancer
Ball like I'm Deion Sanders, Nike my SB, no Pandas (Fee, fee)
Most of my b*tches, they stallions
f*ckin' on hoes, run out of stamina (Damn)
b*tch, I'm a squid like the S.A.N.D.A.S (Yeah)
Drop-top the coupe like, "Wassam, boy?" (What?)
They can't do me like I'm JFK (Huh?)
They can't do me like I'm Hammer (What?)
She tryna act like a chimpanzee
She tryna eat the banana (Yeah)
I'm tryna pull up, a Lambo
Dame la b*tch, like I'm Dembow (Yeah)
And that big b*tch, she get ratchet (Huh?)
She in Dubai with a fatty
I'm in Dubai with a rare ting, eatin' on hummus and crackers (Yeah)
My new mansion be like chapel
b*tch, you the bait like a tackle
I got a n*gga came from outta town
Bro chewed him up like some bad food (Ooh)
Double park all of my foreigns (Yeah)
I get the tickets like raffles (Yeah)
Only in Philly, get packs gone
You ain't got swag, you shop Lapstone
I got a bad, foreign, thick b*tch
I cannot see her like Ab-Soul
I take the molly with pressed salts
I cannot take that lil' capsule
b*tch, I take drugs, see my P.O and act like it's nothing, I took a picture for her kids
I f*cked a b*tch, said the top made her week, I had to change my sheet 'cause she peed on my bed
Those sh*ts you got on is not, um, a fur coat you look like you tacky, that sh*t like a bear
I don't wear fur coats, but if I just do it, don't do a mink, sable 'cause that sh*t don't shed (Woo)
So many foreigns, play musical chairs
They say I'm trash, I got musical fears (Skrt)
I change my style four times a year
b*tch, I can't die, I got dye in my hair (Woo)
If people don't like me, you think that I care?
Can't feel my spirit 'cause I be on CLEAR
Everytime it's achievement, my team, they say cheers
'Bout to go skydiving, don’t got no fears
Hold on, an opp, be quiet in here (Shh)
I got my— Woo! I'm hot in here
.30 my clip like my thigh it got big
My Glock 'gon assist me like it name was Pearce (Yeah)
My Glock 'gon assist me like it name was Pearce (Yeah)
My Glock 'gon assist me like it name was Pearce (Yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I put my di*k in your mommy (Yeah)
I put the drum on the Tommy (Yeah)
I take the Xan' drop, I'm zombie (Huh?)
She barely saw me, not landin'
Rest in peace to, um, Ms. Connie (Shh)
I been fresh since Abercrombie (Woo)
I smack that b*tch on her heinie
Got a b*tch, look like Ashanti (What?)
Stank pus*y, smell just like cheddar (Blagh)
Sexual b*tch and she hetero' (Yeah)
Orchestrate, yeah, editorial (Phew)
I just paid for a opp burial (Yeah)
Suck my di*k good then I marry you (Suck my di*k)
She suck on the jet, she get aerial
Now, why the f*ck would I just care 'bout you?
You f*cked so many n*ggas, embarrassed too

[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah, it's up and it’s stuck
So high we can't even see the bottom, on that one
Free the real, for real, free the real
Blatt