BIG POINTERS

[Intro: Desto]

Take off, that was the plan

Finessin' bad and I ain't take a day off

Let's go, go (Sauce, sauce)

Go (Sauce), go

[Chorus: Desto]

Take off, that was the plan

Finessin' bad and I ain't take a day off

I just did 12 bad

I scratched off fast like, "Let's have a race off"

All the opps downbad

I catch they ass, let shots off like playoffs

If he play, lay on him, stop

I'ma get it at all costs

Walkin' 'round wit' a light sixty

So I keep me a light fifty

Shots on me, ready to get jiggy

Hand on my waist, this shit get sticky

Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin'

(Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin')

(Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin')

(Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin')

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]

Balenci' Runners, only time I'm tied down

Havin' this shit my way, my main (Hey) bitch hangin' with my side now (Side)

Situation fishy, got them switchies like it's COD now (Brr, yeah)

I got ten cars in a nine car garage now (Skrrt, what? What? What? Oof)

That bitch was a three, I brought her a body, she a nine now (Wow)

That show you I beat the odds

My bitch like Nicki, she want a Minaj (Woah)

Just like a vandal, my niggas gon' slide (Slide)

She tellin' her friends that Lil Uzi provide (Huh?)

I think that is a lie (What?)

"Try 'em, baby," I told her like, "Nah" (Nah)

She know we the best and she tryna get non (Nah)

I'm not try have a aside (Why?)

Bitch, you not bad, I just know that's facade (Yah, haha)

If we don't work, at least I know I tried (Huh, huh, huh)

Only fall for to them regular guys (Yeah)

But that don't mean that I am a small fry (Uh-uh)

Look at me, Lil Uzi, he is a god (A god)

Smokin' on gas and a nigga too fried (Sah, sah, sah)

Smokin' on gas and a nigga t—

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Uzi Vert & Desto]

Ferrari, got a horse, his life is a piston

Desto came in like sixty

Desto came in with that fifty

My pockets, they fatter than—

This big pointer's hittin' up, this shit glistenin'

Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin'

Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin'

Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin'

[Chorus: Desto, Got Plug?, Both]

Take off, that was the plan

Finessin' bad and I ain't take a day off

I just did 12 bad

I scratched off fast like, "Let's have a race off"

All the opps downbad

I catch they ass, let shots off like playoffs

If he play, lay on him, stop

I'ma get it at all costs

Walkin' 'round wit' a light sixty

So I keep me a light fifty

Shots on me, ready to get jiggy

Hand on my waist, this shit get sticky

Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin'

(Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin')

(Big pointers hittin' up, this shit glistenin')

(Big pointers hittin' up, yeah, this shit glistenin')

[Verse 2: Got Plug?]

I got so much sauce on the beat (SoMuchSauce)

Know it's longer destiny (Lotta Cash)

I know it's my destiny (Yeah)

Turn me up, I kept the peace (Woah)

Tryna beat my felony (Uh, brr)

Half a P-.223 (Uh)

Do it for Stretch, be no leak (Uh)

Unity, that's how I move with the team (Uh)

Paid the price, kept the receipts (Woo)

I shoulda dropped this before the release

So much on my chest, don't know how to release

Don't play with me or get punched in your teeth

I'm at the top, gettin' harder to reach

I don't know the feast, stop 'em out with defeat

Me, Al and DJ, back when we had cleats

This one for Erica, that's mini-me

I got a million rounds, I got a billion rounds

I need a meal for this shit like it's dinnertime

Down on my dick, how the fuck could I criticize?

GH5 be the truth when I visualize

Niggas been laughin' at me like I'm Richard Pryor

Fuck all the industry, I'm with my niggas now

Fuck all the industry, it's Mississippi now

Hunnid round drum, make it look like it's Mickey Mouse

I'm sellin' more [?] to pull it up, trick it out

Tit it out, hop in it, I'm takin' different routes

I be with [?] chopper to [?] house

Well, it's a private location, not Diddy house

Turn me up, I'm finna bring the whole city out

I change the climate, I swear I be trippin' out

She got her titties out, pickin' my niggas out

Pushin' this P up in Memphis, I'm in the South

I got a Drac' with that bubba, that OG

I'm in Atlanta, I be with Chris Kobe

This for the real niggas that really know me

I throw a big ounce for a lil' Beau Peep

It's 1-800 on the [?] IG, OD

I been a [?] to a dope fiend

24-8 while I'm still goin' Kobe

Why the fuck is Bill Jackson still tryna coach me?

They playin' Dolph in the club and he preachin'

It's feelin' heavenly, kick it like the deacon

Somebody tell Wayne that I need a feature

This one for Desto, I love you, Regina

I must be dreamin', somebody pinch me

Why did I hop on a song with this sissy?

I coulda did this shit back up in LA

No, I don't wanna miss my baby first birthday

[Outro: Got Plug?]

You're welcome (Shout out Nemo, free [?])

(Slime [?] P) Cedro the hardest ([?])

(Free all my—)

(Free all my niggas)

Wow, Wayne, wow, Wayne (Yeah, whoever else is in [?])

(The motherfuckin' undeniable flavors)

(I'm talkin' 'bout everybody, nigga)

(I love y'all, I love y'all)

(It's over with, nigga)

I'm everywhere, nigga ([?])

[?]

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