Ransom

[Intro: Luh Tyler & Lil Uzi Vert] Yeah, nigga (Shit), uh Yeah, nigga, yeah, ayy (You ain't got the answers, Sue) Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (Woah) [Verse 1: Luh Tyler & Lil Uzi Vert] Your lil' bitch a freak, yeah She gon' fuck for free, yeah Know what's up with me, yeah I get to that cheese, yeah I get to that green, yeah Like my bitches mean, yeah (Beep) Rock out with my team, that bankroll can't fit in my jeans, yeah (Woah) This shit what I dreamed, I'm ballin', I feel like Kareem, yeah I snap, I do my thing, this make you hit the shoulder lean, yeah (Ayy) Runnin' straight to the blues, took my chain, go straight to the news (Yeah, what?) Nigga headed straight to the moon, I pull up in that Wraith, that bitch go, "Vroom" (That's for sure) Sweepin' shit up like a broom, just wait, young nigga, we gon' see the top soon (Talk to 'em) Young nigga finna go and shake the room, young nigga finna blow, finna watch this bitch boom (What else?) Young nigga headed straight to the top and your lil' bitch a thot, got the ho givin' top (Uh, uh, facts) Know a nigga chasin' straight after guap, when I run that shit up, I'ma go drop the rock (Run it up) Nigga pull up in a coupe real fast and I’m doin' the dash, might go drop the top (Skrrt, nigga) Nigga breakin' that code, they be cuffin' these hoes, niggas out here actin' like cops (What the fuck?) I'm tryna be the richest We runnin' up them digits (Digits) Run a nigga out his britches Phew, that's them switches (Grrah) [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Speakin' on them riches Millie my wrist, bitch, it's a Nixon (Huh?) Switch on the back of the Glock and it's glitchin' Treat it like Madden, this chopper a hit stick All of my old bitches, new bitch, they missed this (Huh?) Popped off a top like that shit was a Mistic (Yeah) Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, The Sixth Sense Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton They thought I was Eazy-E, no, bitch, I'm pimpin' (Woah) Don't got leg problems, lil' bitch, but I'm limpin' This is my bottom bitch, no, I ain't simpin' (What else?) Ever pop pill and drink lean 'til you dizzy? (Yes) Lemonade Wock' overflow in the Simply (Huh?) I'm all the way fresh, I make sure they not dingy I want my half-cent, she not worth a penny Fuck is a hook if a nigga keep goin'? If you ask me, every bitch there be goin' (Yes) She wanna fuck me and yes, I do know it Step in the sun with this ice, it start snowin' I'm from 1600, that is the low end Popped a lil' pill, it hit like melatonin Gun on my waist and I ain't gon' show 'em Thirty my clip and it don't even stop goin' Smokin' my opp, it turn me to The Omen If you don't know who she fuckin', that bitch fuckin' old men Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin' Wait, you don't want me just to keep goin'? I'm in your house and your bitch gettin' nasty I'm in your house like my name Kyle Massey Bitch, I be saucin' and swaggin', I'm jazzy Bullets'll shave off your head like you Cassie Bitch, I'm a goat, my Margiellas, they tabby College bitch give me head out Tallahassee I got a plug that live Cincinnati He ain't even from there, that boy from Atlanta Smokin' on vapes like I can't even get cancer Country lil' bitch, yeah, that ho, she a 'Bama Don't wanna fuck on that bitch, gettin' canceled Had your main bitch, but to me, she a random (Yeah) Might go to Dubai to do donuts in sand dunes Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún If I can't find an opp, best believe that his man doomed I let the junkie test work as a sample (Woah, woah) [Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' nigga Phew, phew, phew