UZI VERT Lyrics

I'm tired of being too bizarre Too bizarre, oh, too bizarre, oh

Too bizarre, I'm the worst

Send your ass to hell like I was Uzi Vert

Man, you might as well, you know your soul's cursed I've been doin' well, they've been doin' worse

Welcome to the future, shoot you for a bird Confuse you with the semi-automatic, put you in a herd

I ain't talkin' bout a bullet or a wrist, where your wrist at

I'm too fresh, bro, I'm livin' in a tic-tac I'm always on top, so you don't need to think

I'm takin' my chops and to go get the lick back Hop in the studio, voice in my head

Told me, get on the beat, I just told me to rip that

You talkin' my time and I'm grabbin' a Glock and a timer

I'm lookin' at you and I grip that

I'm rippin' your writtens, I'm grabbin' your neck And I'm takin' your wrist and I'm tellin' you, slip it

I'm goin' 100, I'm doin' it crazy, I'm racing for impact

I said, it's a hot dog, kid, did you get that

Back from the dead, but you know that I've been back

Tell me, yeah, where the hell have you been at

I went to hell, but you know that I've been back

You know that I'm about to go pop like a pinball

And I'm about to go shop in the window

Let me hit it fast with a 223

And I'm about to cop down with a Ben&Win Slenderman

These niggas be playin' like it was a game

I'm puttin' in work, they playin' Nintendo

All eyes on me, 2Pac through the window

All eyes on me, who shot you, the big bro

Don't want your shorty, your shorty, your bimbo

I'm tellin' the truth and it's really that simple

All eyes on me, who shot you, the big bro

All eyes on me, get blocked, the Kimbo

All eyes on me for the blood of the Kimbo

If I kill you with a bleedin', let me see if you can slice off

Ain't never been broke, let me see who gon' catch up

All eyes on me, who shot you, the big bro

All eyes on me, I'ma hit you with the bimbo

All eyes on me, you can give me the info

All eyes on me, I'ma hit you with the info

All I need is a seat, it's comin' back tempo

Play with the bullets, I hit em' on tempo

Takin' this Uber, I'm keepin' my hands up

Now you're probably dead with the drug that you've had to

You can't ask me questions I don't have an answer

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