Keep Tryin'

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]

What's mine is mine

What’s yours is mine

She give me mind

She goin' overdime

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

(Woah) Bitch it's just me and BSlime, BSlime the don

Bitch I just ball, combine (Huh)

Poppin’ the perc keep me calm (Calm)

She get me lit like the bomb (Bomb)

I like the forty or nine (Nine)

All of yo' wodies keep dyin' (Dyin')

If they, if they keep tryin' (Yeah)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, wooh

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]

If them nigga they keep tryin' (Tryin')

All of my nigga they pull up drop window, drop head, keep slidin' (Slide)

Yeah (To-to-to-to, doo-doo-doo-doo)

Right in a don

Right in a [?] (Right in a what)

Fuckin’ this bitch (Fuckin’ this -uh)

Fuck up a forеign (Fuck up a foreign, yeah)

Nigga like mе, (Nigga like me) my whip is foreign (My whip is foreign)

Nigga like me, (Like me) my bitch be foreign (Foreign)

Pull up in a drophead coupe, this shit two tone, (Skrt) bad bitch tryna fuck me tell her please do not 'een call my phone, (Hello) If you not about no money then just leave me ’lone ('Lone)

They all know, I'm so right, they left it so wrong (So wrong, yeah)

They know that I'm so right if you say left wrong

Blatt (Blatt, blatt) the fuck I clear it nigga

Money come in like a trap, money come in I can’t take that

Nigga call my phone that shit might be tapped, (Hmm) get it, money the trap

Can I not fall for the trap, (Trap) can I not fall for the racks (Racks)

I, get all the racks, (get all the racks) and it be attached (It be attached)

Right to the buckle my pants, (Pants) just like a BB belt (Yeah)

They tryna count on my wealth, (What) I can't even count on my wealth (Yeah)

She think that she is a bad bitch cause she got a BBL

I get, fast money, slow money, I feel like I'm a snail

Yeah, can't you tell, I ain't talking about Saint Laurent, when I say YSL

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

Bitch it's just me and BSlime, BSlime the don

Bitch I just ball, combine (Huh)

Poppin' the perc keep me calm (Calm)

She get me lit like the bomb (The bomb)

I like the forty or nine (Nine)

All of yo' wodies keep dyin' (Dyin')

If they, if they keep tryin' (tryin)

[Verse 2: BSlime]

Yeah (He dyin')

This shit is cuttin' through the blind

I'm never running out of time, (Time) I'm on the phone with King Slime, yeah (King Slatt)

Got a ring like I'm [?], chasing money like I'm on a pacer (Chasin')

I been ballin' on em', fuck a hater (Fuck 'em)

Black and grey diamonds a Raider (The Raiders)

Slimes chillin' courtside, I'm watching L.A. Lakers (Chillin')

Told em' he can get hog ties, if he playing with that paper (Get 'em)

I been tearing up in a small line, Hellcat, yeah I'm a racer

I put that bitch in a blunt

I put on Mason Margiela for fun

I broke on the critics and went on the run

I was selling them [?], and went to the sun

It can get tricky if nobody run

I aim body Ricky, some type of [?]

I was gripping her tittes, getting head from the front

Baw-wah, LA we had us a run (Baw-wah)

Gah-gah, nigga ran up and he done

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

Bitch it's just me and BSlime, BSlime the don (Don)

Bitch I just ball, combine (Huh)

Poppin' the perc keep me calm (Calm)

She get me lit like the bomb (Bomb)

I like the forty or nine (Nine)

All of yo' wodies keep dyin' (Dyin')

If they, if they keep tryin' (Tryin')