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Lil Uzi Vert -Motorola [Prod.By Metro Boomin]

PRIV
Here comes a new challenger
Commence primary ignition

Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Alexander McQueen, number 9 my jeans
Few thousand on my fit, woah, Gucci on my earlobes
Blowing up my phone, yeah, hit my cell back
Counting up racks, yeah, counting up racks
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah

Hundred stacks on the watch, hundred blocks on the dot
Ricky Ross, new whip, tennis shoes and the socks
I'm up in Secret City, yeah, that boy got that bling on
You better hit the phone them bricks selling like ringtones
I'm stepping out fresh, I'm stepping out clean
My nigga young mob the boy D.P.C.
When I'm up in the D, we gon' stunt like a dawg
My niggas dropped out of school, but we subject to ball
Don't worry bout the crackers, 'cause the crackers ain't sharp
How I'm looking in the phantom, bitch, you know that I'm the mob
See the grill in the front, might get the feeling to flaunt
Look how you feeling, Ricky Ross, I get a million a month
So mob, so mob, how I get it, so mob
Pulling up to the trap fresh off a blow job
Yeah them thousand dollar jeans, pussy nigga tell that
If you waiting on the side, boy just hit my cell back

Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Alexander McQueen, number 9 my jeans
Few thousand on my fit, woah, Gucci on my earlobes
Blowing up my phone, yeah, hit my cell back
Counting up racks, yeah, counting up racks
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah

I was just in NYC, flew back to the trap
Took a trip to get like this, I went to hell and back
I'm a Lone Ranger so I keep that nina in my bag
Fucked that bitch she got attached
I get dressed and gotta blast
Bitch, we first and never last
niggas act like we ain't in this shit
Diors on my feet I only rock that real expensive shit
Your bitch talking to me, nigga why you mad? I ain't even hit the bitch
He dropped some shit last week, that shit was trash, I told his ass to quit
Mmm, they turn me up I can't hold back
I'm on they ass for all the times that niggas turned they head and counted me out
Mmm, in all my raps I tell no lies
I really trapped, I was outside
A quiet storm, I had to work in the drought
Now they on my jag, now they hit me back
Been had that shit niggas was sleeping on, would you take a look at that
Now I walk around with cash, I can see why niggas mad
Still got numbers on them Ps, bitch, just him my cell back

Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Alexander McQueen, number 9 my jeans
Few thousand on my fit, woah, Gucci on my earlobes
Blowing up my phone, yeah, hit my cell back
Counting up racks, yeah, counting up racks
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah

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Lil Uzi Vert

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