Binary Trigger (Lil Uzi World)

[Chorus] Young nigga world I just was fuckin' a young nigga girl I was just bangin' a young nigga song He said, "Just let me in Lil Uzi World" (MC, make another hit) Look at my neck, I went Indian (Grrah) It's only one chain, that mostly make pearls (Project-Project X) Wanna fuck with me? Girl, need a referral White and black bitch in the cut like a mural (Project-Project X) [Verse 1] Yeah, I don't give a fuck 'bout you, 'bout him I don't give a fuck 'bout them, I'm him (Yeah, yeah) Big ass chop', my pants to the brim Hangar my leg, reason why I limp (Lil Uzi) Binary trigger on a non-binary nigga Bro got that dog food bag with kibble Still got some Wockhart for the sippers Back on the mixed purse like Skittles I'm rockin' Marc Jacobs every year You think I atе dust? Fuck the dippers (Ah—ah—ah—ah) Bro on the cornеr still flippin' nickels (Yeah, yeah) Water my Cuban anklet, need nickels (Ah—ah—ah—ah) Opp got shot in the club, no nickel Call my plug up with the six, get the recipe, I'm Kim I ain't no drug dealer, but it bends (Huh?) Cut that bitch off for her sister I make her work for her sister What's they job? I can't remember They get paid just to be the members, oh, no, wait, I do remember (Ah—ah—ah—ah) They hide cocaine in the fender, rich nigga protected by the benders (Ah—ah—ah—ah) Futurama guns, they'll fry you, that's the reason why they called the Benders (Ah—ah—ah—ah) If it's mail, I tell a opp to send it, by the time I read it he is good riddance (Ah—ah—ah—ah) Got a PO box addressed to assistant and my assistant even got assistant (Ah—ah—ah—ah) If you wanna get to me faster call 1-800, um, assistance (Ah—ah—ah—ah) Smallest car I got is a Bentley, all these black Rickies look like Dickies (Ah—ah—ah—ah) [Chorus] Young nigga world I just was fuckin' a young nigga girl I was just bangin' a young nigga song He said, "Just let me in Lil Uzi World" (Huh?) Look at my neck, I went Indian (Grrah) It's only one chain, that mostly make pearls Wanna fuck with me? Girl, need a referral White and black bitch in the cut like a mural (Ah—ah—ah—ah, let's go) [Verse 2] Pockets filled up with a lot of that snow (Snow, ah—ah—ah—ah), ah Bitch, you Ford tough (Come on), well we TRX truck (Truck, ah—ah—ah—ah) Bentley for a Ghost, well, nigga fed up (Up) I be blowin' cheese, same time I'm stackin' up (Ah—ah—ah—ah) I was low-key in the cut, in the club Met this lil' ting, she was bad with a 'fro (Ah—ah—ah—ah) Took her to my crib, yeah (Yeah) (And I knew I was tryna fuck, ah—ah—ah—ah) We woke up, she look like Last of Us (Project-Project X, ah—ah—ah—ah) I can't believe this the bitch that I be sweatin' (Sweatin'), blessing (Blessing, Project-Project X)