Trappin Work

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] Trappin' work, bando Money callin', bank roll Always ballin', I flex ho I got all this damn dough (Yeah!) I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Margiela, nigga That be the hyped up He said that nigga Take her from my block (No way!) That be a lie I pull out the strap With infrared beam And turn that bitch nigga to cyclops Jesus piece With the praying hands, they cost a grip Gotcha main bitch all on Lil Uzi dick I whip and I whip I sip and I sip Coordinating some bitches on that pack Now they all up in my mitt I'ma ride up in the semi I just talked to Kur and he riding out with me Kickin' your door if you owe me all the Benji's Clip big as hell, so that old ho like a 50 piece Bitch nigga tendencies You not a friend of me You are not one of me You are my enemy Gettin' that chopper got bitch on me That bitch go "blaww" I'm kickin' the shit with my squad like we playing soccer I'm getting that money, to a fifty and hundred I'm trappin' and trappin' These niggas look at me like I am their father [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert + Kur] Trappin' work, bando Money callin', bank roll Always ballin', I flex ho I got all this damn dough (Yeah!) I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough (Uh, uh, uh!) I got all this damn dough (Uh!) I got all this damn dough [Verse 2: Kur] Shout-out to Molly, shout-out to me Wait! Shout-out to Phil with the lean Before I was rappin' had low self esteem Now I got bad bitches all on they knees Now I fuck bitches that wear Maybelline Can't make this up, this shit's not make believe Dre in the bushes, he plottin' on niggas Oh my God he got a chop' with a beam! [?] And suckin' dick, what the fuck do you mean? Kur is so dirty, Kur is so broke Stupid lil' bitch I got knots in my jeans! Same old bitch that was callin' me ugly! Look at her now, That bitch mouthing me clean I know my niggas ain't coppin' no pleas None of y'all niggas can't stop for my team! Uh! Get what we want Stuntin' on bitches that front Bitch can I fuck? "No, you must wait a month" Come on lil' ho are you dumb? I do it big like I'm Pun All of these rappers my sons, uh 'Case you ain't know, that bitch you love Me and her we've ran a train, uh Made her our ho Boys know I got 'em, it was all love from the start Never show love in the dark, always show love in the light We mix the lean with the Sprite Yo' bitch ain't spendin' the night Yo' bitch not even my type Fucked her so you could get mad! I fucked her now you wanna fight, hah! [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] Trappin' work, bando Money callin', bank roll Always ballin', I flex ho I got all this damn dough (Yeah!) I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough I got all this damn dough