Trappin Work

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

Trappin' work, bando

Money callin', bank roll

Always ballin', I flex ho

I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)

I got all this damn dough

I got all this damn dough

I got all this damn dough

I got all this damn dough

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]

Margiela, nigga

That be the hyped up

He said that nigga

Take her from my block (No way!)

That be a lie

I pull out the strap

With infrared beam

And turn that bitch nigga to cyclops

Jesus piece

With the praying hands, they cost a grip

Gotcha main bitch all on Lil Uzi dick

I whip and I whip

I sip and I sip

Coordinating some bitches on that pack

Now they all up in my mitt

I'ma ride up in the semi

I just talked to Kur and he riding out with me

Kickin' your door if you owe me all the Benji's

Clip big as hell, so that old ho like a 50 piece

Bitch nigga tendencies

You not a friend of me

You are not one of me

You are my enemy

Gettin' that chopper got bitch on me

That bitch go "blaww"

I'm kickin' the shit with my squad like we playing soccer

I'm getting that money, to a fifty and hundred

I'm trappin' and trappin'

These niggas look at me like I am their father

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert + Kur]

Trappin' work, bando

Money callin', bank roll

Always ballin', I flex ho

I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)

I got all this damn dough

I got all this damn dough (Uh, uh, uh!)

I got all this damn dough (Uh!)

I got all this damn dough

[Verse 2: Kur]

Shout-out to Molly, shout-out to me

Wait! Shout-out to Phil with the lean

Before I was rappin' had low self esteem

Now I got bad bitches all on they knees

Now I fuck bitches that wear Maybelline

Can't make this up, this shit's not make believe

Dre in the bushes, he plottin' on niggas

Oh my God he got a chop' with a beam!

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And suckin' dick, what the fuck do you mean?

Kur is so dirty, Kur is so broke

Stupid lil' bitch I got knots in my jeans!

Same old bitch that was callin' me ugly!

Look at her now, That bitch mouthing me clean

I know my niggas ain't coppin' no pleas

None of y'all niggas can't stop for my team!

Uh! Get what we want

Stuntin' on bitches that front

Bitch can I fuck? "No, you must wait a month"

Come on lil' ho are you dumb?

I do it big like I'm Pun

All of these rappers my sons, uh

'Case you ain't know, that bitch you love

Me and her we've ran a train, uh

Made her our ho

Boys know I got 'em, it was all love from the start

Never show love in the dark, always show love in the light

We mix the lean with the Sprite

Yo' bitch ain't spendin' the night

Yo' bitch not even my type

Fucked her so you could get mad!

I fucked her now you wanna fight, hah!

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

Trappin' work, bando

Money callin', bank roll

Always ballin', I flex ho

I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)

I got all this damn dough

I got all this damn dough

I got all this damn dough

I got all this damn dough