[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
I'm the best at what I do and I know
Ok (I'm Working on Dying)
I'm the best at what I do and I know (Yeah)
That these boys wanna take me out but I'm on top, no
I will never let these boys trick me out of my spot (No)
Everybody know that I'm the one, that's why I can't stop

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Money keep, coming in (Whoa)
And my jeans, steppin' in (Yeah)
I wanted, her since 2010 (Woo)
Nowadays, I be runnin' in (Whoa)
Only took, twenty minutes (Twenty)
Had to think about it, now I'm done with it
Man I hit that, then I gave it back
I don't want that, I ain't stuck with it (Nah)
When I hit that, going numb in it (Whoa)
Going too brazy, going dumb in it
Hit it from the back gotta put my thumb in it
And she open up her mouth, put my son in it (Uh)
When I chill in the spot put my gun in it (My gun)
Got a brand new Glock, with a twenty in it (Uh)
Got a brand .40 with a drum in it (Drum)
Man, you know I'm from the slums this ain't nothin' n***a (Whoa)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
You better not run n***a (No)
Chase a n***a down, feel it in my lungs in it (Whoa)
Smokin' all good gas in the zone n***a (Zone)
Told a fuck n***a change his tone in it (Yeah)
Told his bitch "Don't call my phone" (Hello)
It was really not 'bout no dome (Yeah)
Yeah my car came straight from France
Got a bitch that live in Rome (Yuh)
Yeah my mind too gone
Think I'm livin' right, I'm livin' wrong
Had to turn my boys up (Boys up)
And I did shit on my own
You proud of me? Uh, I'm proud about it
Put my new bitch, in some Prada [?]
Got some 1600 n***as die about it
Got some 1600 n***as ride about it
You got paperwork out here, keep trynna lie about it
Man, there really ain't no switchin' sides about it
Talking loyalty, man we cry about it
Man this new chain hundred thousand dollars
Man this new ring fifty thousand dollars
Make your new bitch start eye [?] (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Money keep, coming in (Whoa)
And my jeans, steppin' in (Yeah)
I wanted, her since 2010 (Woo)
Nowadays, I be runnin' in (Whoa)
Only took, twenty minutes (Twenty)
Had to think about it, now I'm done with it
Man I hit that, then I gave it back
I don't want that, I ain't stuck with it (Nah)
When I hit that, going numb in it (Whoa)
Going too brazy, going dumb in it
Hit it from the back gotta put my thumb in it
And she open up her mouth, put my son in it (Uh)
When I chill in the spot put my gun in it (My gun)
Got a brand new Glock, with a twenty in it (Uh)
Got a brand .40 with a drum in it (Drum)
Man, you know I'm from the slums this ain't nothin' n***a
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Ain't rocky with us, these some headshots
Why spin the block on a dreadlock?
I'm stopped at the light, that's a red dot
Baguettes on my wrist hard to tell time
Ain't rocky with us, we gon' slide
I dare you to fuck with my wives
Montana just got out the box
My night like a million wads
Now how could you fold? I thought you was my bro man
I guess you never know man, you never know [?] stay with the toast man
Louie V glove both hands
Caliber big got us shooting from both hands
Am I meant [?] now I'm in the motherfuckin' ghost man
I flooded my wrist, hell yeah
We with the shits, hell yeah
We make it lit, hell yeah
We make it lit, make it lit, hell yeah
N***a got hit, fuck it I did a assist, hell yeah
N***a got hit, fuck it, it is what it is, hell yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Money keep, coming in (Whoa)
And my jeans, steppin' in (Yeah)
I wanted, her since 2010 (Ya)
Nowadays, I be runnin' in (No)
Only took, twenty minutes (Twenty)
Had to think about it, now I'm done with it (Nah)
Man I hit that, then I gave it back
I don't want that, I ain't stuck with it (Whoa)
When I hit that, going numb in it
Going too brazy, going dumb in it
Hit it from the back gotta put my thumb in it
And she open up her mouth, put my son in it (Uh)
When I chill in the spot put my gun in it (My gun)
Got a brand new Glock, with a twenty in it (Ba)
Got a brand .40 with a drum in it (Ba)
Man, you know I'm from the slums this ain't nothin' n***a