Uzi Vert (Intro) Lyrics

(Yola Made The Beat)

Yeah

That king shit mean shit nigga foreal

Big BLK shit nigga ain't no way I'm switching nigga

No bullshit, yeah

And we still on that same shit nigga you must've forgot

Crazy man

Aye, yeah aye

Count up the gwap like a clerk

I'm in the trap and it's goin berserk

My money grew like that shit hit a spurt

Don't call my phone you ain't coppin no work, oh

I'm a Hotboy like I'm Turk

I'm off this drank with a narc and a perc

Smoking exotic you smoking on dirt

I keep a shooter he shooting like Dirk

They know we stay on alert

These niggas pussy go put on a skirt

Speak on the gang and you bound to get hurt

That's a quick way to get out on a shirt

I swear these niggas sweeter than dessert

I got a uzi I don't need a vert

Slamming the pack in the trap like I'm Kurt

We got them birds in the trap they gone chirp

We dem young niggas and we got the work

Exotic gas we ain't smoking no purp

Red and green we finessin the purp

Pussy nigga try to flex and get murked

I remember I was stressing at first

Copped a pack and flipped a O to a cutie

Niggas know I been on go since a juvie

And they know we strapped like call of duty

Long clip bitch I'm shooting a movie

Blue hundreds in my pocket they groovin'

Put a red dot on his head like a ruby

Big backwoods we ain't smoking no doobies

I'm with my dawg like Shaggy and Scooby

Ruth Chris steaks we ain't eating at Luby's

100 round drum that bitch look like some boobies

Bad lil bitch I'm a beast she a beauty

I just might pour up a 4 in a smoothie

Can't sip no drank it ain't come with a seal

These niggas snitching I know he a squeal

He giving out tips like he paying a bill

Still in da 6 they know how we play in the field

They know we stay with that steel

These niggas fake they can't even keep it a bill

So how you gone say you was real

I feel like Hank bitch I'm the king of the hill

Post on the block like Shaquille

No I can't change bitch I'm the same nigga still

Even when I touch a mill

Trappin a sport bitch I got so many skills

Gas bags pints and pills

Nigga foreal

I'm popping meds like I'm ill

Got my own gwap give a fuck bout a deal

Stacking them 100's them 50s and dubs

Trappin all night give a fuck bout the club

I'm a big bear and you niggas some cubs

Can't take a bath cuz it's P's in my tub

My niggas gone eat, my niggas gone grub

My niggas some kings you niggas some scrubs

Ballin too hard bitch I don't need a sub

Cut off his fingers we left him with nubs

Bitch!

Yeah 6 shit no bitch shit nigga Fuck around and be a lick shit nigga

We pull up we hit shit nigga

We don't miss shit nigga

Foreal

Count up the gwap like a clerk

I'm in the trap and it's goin berserk

My money grew like that shit hit a spurt

Don't call my phone you ain't coppin no work, oh

I'm a Hotboy like I'm Turk

I'm off this drank with a narc and a perc

Smoking exotic you smoking on dirt

I keep a shooter he shooting like Dirk

They know we stay on alert

These niggas pussy go put on a skirt

Speak on the gang and you bound to get hurt

That's a quick way to get out on a shirt

I swear these niggas sweeter than dessert

I got a uzi I don't need a vert

Slamming the pack in the trap like I'm Kurt

We got them birds in the trap they gone chirp