Lil Uzi Vert – A Lot

I don’t miss a lot
All we know is up the opps (yeah)
Fuck what they say when we flockin’ in
All we know is up the opps (yeah)

Fuck on your bitch ’cause she heaven sent
[Verse 1]
All we know is up the opps (yeah)
Move through the dirt, blacky sand (yeah)
Smokin’ that gas, that’s my medicine (yeah)
I don’t kiss a lot (What?)
Lil Uzi Vert with that tether skin (yeah)
Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)
[Chorus]
In a Range, it’s not a Lamb’ (yeah)
Grab it from the back, yeah

I got all types of girls
Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt)
Pull up with the drop (yeah)
I’m gon’ shoot my shot (Yeah)
Diamond wrist, a lot (ayy)
Diamonds so clear, that’s spick and span
Nowadays I just be havin’ fans
This still my first not my second win (ayy)
Slide around with the mop (yeah)
Lil Uzi really a veteran (ooh)
Smell on that girl and she heaven scent
Helicopter that I chopper in (ayy)
(Yeah) Gettin’ this money, what’s happenin’?
Had her in my path
Lambo your parkin’ lot (yeah, skrrt)
Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
Movin’ that work, traffic (ayy)
Eyes red like a rash (damn)
[Chorus]
Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)
Rockin’ Vements (uh, yeah)
Shoot at his leg, he hop
When I’m in, it make her bite me back
Look at you, gonna go shop again
And you always gotta settle for less
Chopper gon’ twerk, Pakistan (ayy)
Just know I’m always with something tan
Little nigga think he better than (what?)
I don’t kiss a lot (What?)
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
Give me a dance Oh you a stripper?

Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
Damn, 200 bands (what?)
Got the Lambo, I ain’t want a Jag
I’m gon’ shoot my shot (Yeah)
Diamond fist, a lot (damn)
Hit the pedal and settle the gas (yeah)
Stand on my money, I’m 7’10" (damn)
Pull up with the drop (yeah)
Givin’ what I got (got)
[Verse 2]
Lambo your parkin’ lot (yeah, skrrt)
I don’t know my dash (yeah)
Givin’ what I got (got)
My new coupe peel out the Radisson

Slide around with the mop (yeah)
Shoot at his leg, he hop
Lambo your parkin’ lot (yeah, skrrt)
But too bad the scale only stop at 10
Rockin’ that shit like its Vetements
‘Cause I’m always poppin’ tags (woah)
All different girls, like where your type be at?
And I always come in first
They gettin’ money, no stoppin’ them (what?)
My new coupe peel out the Radisson
Drive my car like NAS (yeah)
Diamond wrist, a lot (ayy)
Dolce Gabbana my bag (yeah)

If I got locked up would you write me back
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
These niggas hatin’, treat ’em like spam (yeah)
Go in the club and I’m throwin’ bands
I’ma stay real as I can (pull up)
Where would the game be?
This girl on my side so bad (yeah)
I’m mixin’ them words like a synonym

Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)
Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt)
I get fly like NAS (yeah)
Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
She tryna swallow like cinnamon (damn)
Nike that Air when I smash (what?)
Shoot at his leg, he hop
Little nigga I got hella bands (ayy)
Yeah you know it’s digital
My new coupe peel out the Radisson (hey)
Grab her waist real tight
Yeah Or just chase another bag?
Get high off that hash (ayy)
My whip, she hoppin’ in (skrrt)
Slide around with the mop (yeah)
Ooh, that booty heaven sent (yeah)
That’s your bitch or not? (What?)
(What?) That’s your bitch or not?
I don’t miss a lot
Diamond fist, a lot (damn)
Walk around with all my hundred bands (yeah)
So that’s why you’re always mad (yeah)
Gettin’ these girls is what’s happenin’
She tried to wave and I drove right past (skrrt)
[Chorus]