Uzi Vert (Intro)

(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