[Intro]
Yeah, top ten, 1600 work
On the block, ain't even got no deal

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Everything on me designer, including my belt
Check is gon' hit, I need more than a zelle
Swoop give me head, yeah she must went to Yale
Hit from the back yeah the bitch gon' yell
Stackin' the bread all the way till' it's stale
Strong in the trap know a n***a ain't frail
I never trust none them packs in mail

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stacking the rackies up, I ain't no snail
I feel like a creep cause I'm feeling myself
Stacking the racks and that's just for a bail
Feel like just onе day these n***as gon' tell
I'm in thе gym and I'm up in my health
I'm drinking ginger, I can't take a L
N***as they pussy like they ain't even male
Oh well, Oh well, Oh well
Oh well, Oh well, Oh well
Oh well, Oh well, Oh well

[Chorus]
Everything on me designer, including my belt
Check is gon' hit, I need more than a zelle
Swoop give me head, yeah she must went to Yale
Hit from the back yeah the bitch gon' yell
Stackin' the bread all the way till' it's stale
Strong in the trap know a n***a ain't frail
I never trust none them packs in mail
[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
My n***as movin' them bird, and if that ship sink
Better not panic
My n***as movin' them birds, the same ones that not in top ten
I know I'm industry Vert, but I fell in love with the work
Rockstar life in reverse, ask yo lil' bitch I got 50 round burst
She hold my shit in her purse, I hold my dick off a perc
Bitch get fucked in the trap, this bitch too freaked out lift up her skirt

[Chorus]
Everything on me designer, including my belt
Check is gon' hit, I need more than a zelle
Swoop give me head, yeah she must went to Yale
Hit from the back yeah the bitch gon' yell
Stackin' the bread all the way till' it's stale
Strong in the trap know a n***a ain't frail
I never trust none them packs in mail

[Verse: No Savage]
Oh well
I want him to catch every shot, Odell
Shit come in the tractor trailer, fuck the mail
Can't pay me through CashApp, send it through Zelle
Yeah, yeah, I'm fuckin' with Uzi and sliding that vert
Rob me, I’ma pay what I weigh for your dirt
If you scared as shit, n***a go to a church
D.C., I'm fly as shit wearing all black
FN hit him in the head, he a Big Mac
N***as around me got cooked for the get back
Bro copped him a Rolex, he coppin' the ten pack
Yeah, try, uh, bet you gon' die
Try, spinnin' that fire, why?
Uh, I knocked his out of line, yeah
I keep a 40, no 9
Uh, I'm tryin' tell her I'm trying
Uh, yeah, everything on me designer
Even my hat and my belt, yeah
We got a whole lotta work
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
I'll take his bitchass left, call me the crash bandit