DJ Escomoe the coolest DJ on the motherfucking planet. Oh
Escomoe free. Oh
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
DJ Escomoe the coolest DJ on the motherfucking planet. Oh
Escomoe free. Oh
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I been lookin' at the sun but can't worry
I'm my mama's oldest son, can't get worried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember, aim, make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheely
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber band and she get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plan ain't silly
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Takin' out two hundred at a time, stack to the ceilin'
I got me a brand new coupe and I took off the ceilin'
These boys not on my level, Limo droppin' that buildin
In the penthouse playin' with a hunnid' like woah
I ain't got no feelings
In the penthouse, playin' with a hunnid' like woah
They go back like woah
Get that cash like woah
Snakes in the grass got mud
Everything I say go girl
Platinum money no girl
Fire girl fast, too slow
You know how life goes
Man I got the best, I can't worry
Yeah, I came in your whole history
Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
Flexed out like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me
See I got the fine 'cause my nigga got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' shit
See me pullin' up, that boy got a foreign and you know that bitch got the ownership
And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know I got a .30 clip
And look at these niggas, they actin' like X but they really just on some phony shit
I didn't interfere for a long time
Bad bitch tryna fuck on me
I remember when they ain't pay me no money
I remember when these boys tried to take me on my ground
I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'
I remember when I had no money and I needed a new foreign
I remember, but four hundred percent, my boy got the work out the [?]
I remember I started runnin' this shit, you know I'm gonna be runnin'
Niggas ain't mad 'cause I'm sure sixteen when it comes to this
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
I been lookin' at the sun but can't worry
I'm my mama's oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember, aim, make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheely
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber band and she get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my [?], they silly
I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama's oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember, aim, make a three, now I'm Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm havin', just get silly, yeah
I just popped a bitch, like a wheely, yeah
[Verse 2: Future]
Got on Baguettes like I been surfing, yes I made it out that dirty
Friends are foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt
Knockin' straight out of the park, yeah, [?] lane
Sippin' on mud like a trap star, its a gift, I count my blessings
In a penthouse playing with a hunnit, like woah
[?] like woah
Hunnid racks on a jet like woah
All of the bitches on go
Whole lot of bitches on go
Platinum chain on glow
How many niggas you drop this week?
They'll never let that go
She get wet like tryna get bands
[?] flood these bands
Too corrupt [?]
Hit him in the public, tote him and ran
Flood on the ice [?]
[?] move safe [?]
[?] I hustle like its litty
Putting prices on your head like Frank [?]
Yeah, nigga's get killed, no camera in my city
When I got the bands, I can't worry
[Chorus: Future]
I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama's oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember, aim, make a three, now I'm Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm havin', just get silly, yeah
I just popped a bitch, like a wheely, yeah
[Outro: Future]
As long as I got these bands, there's no worry
Make a bitch my number one fan, got on my jersey
And then way I shoot my shot, oh yeah, that's some Curry
And My mama hold his child, can't get buried
And I think I got those stripes in these streets like Burberry