Stripes Like Burberry

[Intro: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]

DJ Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin' planet (Oh, Baby Pluto)

Escomoe freezin' (Oh)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry

I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry

I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry

I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheelie, yeah

I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly

Money man, my money rubber band, this shit get silly

I used to drink the color purple, my plug named Celie

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]

Takin' out two hundred at a time, stacked to the ceiling

I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling

These boys not, um, on my level, live on top of the building (Yeah)

In the penthouse playin' with her heart like woah, I ain't got no feelings

In the penthouse playin' with her heart like woah

Big old bag like woah

Get that cash like woah

Snakes in the grass, got mowed

Everything I say gon' go

Platinum Rollie, no gold

Fuck her real fast and slow

You know how life goes

Man, I got the bands, I can't worry

Yeah, I can end your whole history

Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury

This thot like everybody in the gang, she said that "Y'all can share me"

See I got the foreign cars, my niggas got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' shit

See me pullin' up, that boy got a foreign and you know that bitch got the ownership

And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip

And look at these niggas, they actin' like gangsters, but they really just on some phony shit

See, I been in the field for a long time

Bad bitches try to fuck on me, I remember when they ain't pay me no mind

I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind

I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'

I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' frontin'

I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it

I remember I started runnin' this shit, you know I'm gonna keep runnin' it

Niggas, they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]

I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry

I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry

I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry

I might pop a fuck nigga like a wheelie, yeah

I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly

Money man, my money rubber band, this shit get silly

I used to drink the color purple, my plug named Celie

I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry

I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry

I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry

I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah

I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah

All these bands I'm havin', bitches gettin' silly, yeah

I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]

Got on baguetties like I been surfing, yes, I made it out that dirt

Friends or foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt

Knockin' it straight out the park, yeah, shopping as soon as we land

Sippin' on mud like a trap star, it's a gift, I count my blessings

In the penthouse playing with her heart like woah

Big old bag like woah

Have a rack go attack like woah

A whole lot of bitches on go

A whole lot of bitches on go

Platinum chain on glow

How many niggas you drop this week?

They'll never let that go

Shit gettin' whacked, nigga tryna get bands

Streets gettin' bloody for these bands

Too corrupted, you can't be carin'

Hit him in the public, topped him, and ran

Floodin' the ice 'cause the pain it take

Need a new safe to hide all this cake, yeah

Due to the fact I hustle, I get litty

Puttin' prices on your head like Frank Nitti, yeah

Niggas get killed on camera in my city

When I got them bands, I can't worry

[Chorus: Future]

I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry

I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry

I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry

I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah

I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah

All these bands I'm havin', bitches gettin' silly, yeah

I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah

[Outro: Future]

As long as I got these bands, ain't no worries

Make your bitch my number one fan and rock my jersey

And the way I shoot my shot, oh yes, I'm Curry

I'm my mama oldest child, can't get buried

And a nigga got more stripes in the streets than Burberry