Ransom

[Intro: Luh Tyler & Lil Uzi Vert]

Yeah, nigga (Shit), uh

Yeah, nigga, yeah, ayy (You ain't got the answers, Sue)

Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (Woah)

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler & Lil Uzi Vert]

Your lil' bitch a freak, yeah

She gon' fuck for free, yeah

Know what's up with me, yeah

I get to that cheese, yeah

I get to that green, yeah

Like my bitches mean, yeah (Beep)

Rock out with my team, that bankroll can't fit in my jeans, yeah (Woah)

This shit what I dreamed, I'm ballin', I feel like Kareem, yeah

I snap, I do my thing, this make you hit the shoulder lean, yeah (Ayy)

Runnin' straight to the blues, took my chain, go straight to the news (Yeah, what?)

Nigga headed straight to the moon, I pull up in that Wraith, that bitch go, "Vroom" (That's for sure)

Sweepin' shit up like a broom, just wait, young nigga, we gon' see the top soon (Talk to 'em)

Young nigga finna go and shake the room, young nigga finna blow, finna watch this bitch boom (What else?)

Young nigga headed straight to the top and your lil' bitch a thot, got the ho givin' top (Uh, uh, facts)

Know a nigga chasin' straight after guap, when I run that shit up, I'ma go drop the rock (Run it up)

Nigga pull up in a coupe real fast and I’m doin' the dash, might go drop the top (Skrrt, nigga)

Nigga breakin' that code, they be cuffin' these hoes, niggas out here actin' like cops (What the fuck?)

I'm tryna be the richest

We runnin' up them digits (Digits)

Run a nigga out his britches

Phew, that's them switches (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]

Speakin' on them riches

Millie my wrist, bitch, it's a Nixon (Huh?)

Switch on the back of the Glock and it's glitchin'

Treat it like Madden, this chopper a hit stick

All of my old bitches, new bitch, they missed this (Huh?)

Popped off a top like that shit was a Mistic (Yeah)

Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, The Sixth Sense

Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance

Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton

They thought I was Eazy-E, no, bitch, I'm pimpin' (Woah)

Don't got leg problems, lil' bitch, but I'm limpin'

This is my bottom bitch, no, I ain't simpin' (What else?)

Ever pop pill and drink lean 'til you dizzy? (Yes)

Lemonade Wock' overflow in the Simply (Huh?)

I'm all the way fresh, I make sure they not dingy

I want my half-cent, she not worth a penny

Fuck is a hook if a nigga keep goin'?

If you ask me, every bitch there be goin' (Yes)

She wanna fuck me and yes, I do know it

Step in the sun with this ice, it start snowin'

I'm from 1600, that is the low end

Popped a lil' pill, it hit like melatonin

Gun on my waist and I ain't gon' show 'em

Thirty my clip and it don't even stop goin'

Smokin' my opp, it turn me to The Omen

If you don't know who she fuckin', that bitch fuckin' old men

Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin'

Wait, you don't want me just to keep goin'?

I'm in your house and your bitch gettin' nasty

I'm in your house like my name Kyle Massey

Bitch, I be saucin' and swaggin', I'm jazzy

Bullets'll shave off your head like you Cassie

Bitch, I'm a goat, my Margiellas, they tabby

College bitch give me head out Tallahassee

I got a plug that live Cincinnati

He ain't even from there, that boy from Atlanta

Smokin' on vapes like I can't even get cancer

Country lil' bitch, yeah, that ho, she a 'Bama

Don't wanna fuck on that bitch, gettin' canceled

Had your main bitch, but to me, she a random (Yeah)

Might go to Dubai to do donuts in sand dunes

Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún

If I can't find an opp, best believe that his man doomed

I let the junkie test work as a sample (Woah, woah)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]

Huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' nigga

Phew, phew, phew