That’s It

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]

(Me and Wheezy, that's the wave)

[Chorus: Future]

See through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way

Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock

Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock

All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas

Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad

I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over

Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over

Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier

[Verse 1: Future]

Now that you got my attention, you 'bout to get put on suspension if I see the greed

Like I'm a part of the lynching, got twenty-one chains on my neck, had to go Dominique

Drinkin' codeine and roll up a leaf, I fuck on his bitch, now she so bossy

Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' so nerdy, my fit was a birdie alone, that was it

Talk a few bales, oh yeah, that's it

Burnin' down Rodeo, oh yeah, that's it

I could put it on a scale, oh yeah, that's it

Ballin' in Chanel, like a player, that's it

Rainbow Rollie, oh no, that's it

Got a bisexual girl, that's it

Do it professional, girl, that's it

Treat me like a mayor, oh yeah, that's it

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]

Put her on a jet at the Clear, that's it

She got no face, and for me, that's it (That's it)

I'm pulling her hair every time, that is it (That's it)

She don't wear no underwear in my crib (My crib)

Every time I'm in it, you know I'm gon' slip (Gon' slip)

Touchin' on the water, start matching my wrist (Woah, woah)

Off an X pill, look like Exorcist (Off an X pill)

I ain't never tell her was ready for this, that's it (Me and Wheezy, that's the wave)

[Chorus: Future]

See through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way (Woo)

Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock

Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock

All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas (Coyote)

Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad

I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over

Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over (O-V)

Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier (Yes)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]

I walk around, can't get sidetracked

Walking around with them thigh pads

Movin' so sneaky, my 'Sace, Venini, my body graffiti (Whew)

She's tryna blow off my mind, she's tryna get my release (My release, yeah)

Bought her Chanel No. 9, now my girl smell like a peach (Smell like a peach)

The same mindset, capiche? Girl, do you get it?

Don't aim at your tee, we aim at your fitted (Ayy)

We upgrade our choppers, we upgrade the blicks (Yeah)

The guns that we got is two seconds, no minutes (Baow)

[Verse 4: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]

I got two milli' on my chest

Bitches line up like a contest

Smokin' on Keisha, so I sip

I'm gettin' my checks like Nike (Woah, woah)

Molly Off-White, it's lightskin

Countin' up mula like Weezy F. Baby (Mula)

I walked in the jeweler and I had to go crazy (Young Mula)

Surfed in this bitch, Honolulu

Now she wanna go do voodoo (Surf)

Rich shit, Balenciaga house shoe (Rich shit)

I trap every day like the rent's due (Trap)

For a milli' or the Richard Mille gloss (Me and Wheezy, that’s the wave)

[Chorus: Future]

See through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way

Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock (Coco)

Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock (For sure, though)

All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas (Let's go)

Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad (Woah, woah)

I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over

Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over (Woah)

Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier