uzï VéRT Lyrics

I'm about to put, put my heart on this

My money's right, I feel like Uzi Vert

Seventeen come to my side

It's no pressure though

Let's go way, way, away

Way, way, away

She probably miss me

I'll probably never know

For these carrots around my wrist, you'll probably sell your soul

I sip my syrup slow

And now her feelings frozen

European fabrics, fabrics, linen, graduated

Came from off the pavement, left them decapitated

My heart gated

My feelings vacant

Can't trust no bitch that's basic

I'm on some, I'm on some shit

I felt some pain in this shit

I had some weeks that rained it out, this bitch

Cashmere blanket, Hermes handkerchief to wipe my sweat

Fully tec, Long live capo long live cam

Murder, murder, murder, nothing but murder

Murder, murder, murder, murder, nothing but murder

I've been swerving, ducking pot holes, fuck the pigs

Take my drugs in doses, tripping

Off the Xanax off the pink

You ain't never love me, man

Ain't believe that shit for one second

My money's right

I feel like Uzi Vert

Lets go way, way, away

Way, way, away

She probably miss me

I probably never know

For these carrots around my wrist, you'll probably sell your soul