Of Course We Ghetto Flowers

Lil Uzi Vert

Album The Perfect LUV Tape

Intro: Lil Uzi Vert

Yah, yah, yah (what?)
Yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah
That, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw
Yah, yah, yah
Yah (what?), yah, yah (what?)

Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze

Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert

Yeah, what, diamonds all on my teeth
Walk around Christian Loubs, diamonds all on my sneaks
You a broke boy got bad luck, don’t even talk to me
You know his girlfriend stalk on me, drop the mic and don’t walk to me
Foreign, foreign whip it, yeah, what is it called
Pull up in that shit lil’ bitch, yeah, like a boss
Had a lil’ bitch from down south, yeah, put that shit all in her mouth, ay
Eatin’ on veggies and salmon, ay, no I’m not eatin’ no trout
Boy you a bitch, boy you a snitch, heard you gon’ bring them cops out
Talkin’ that shit, you ain’t on shit, really you ain’t gon’ pop out
Gettin’ money that’s why they hate on me, still on that paper route
Hit so hard I pulled out, ass so fat called timeout

Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze

Verse 2: Playboi Carti

Fly to L.A. for a week, and I got Rick on my tee
And I got Rick on my feet, choppa on me, saggin’ my jeans
And I put that on big B’s, ay, shoutout G Weed
I got yo’ hoe on the team, runnin’ them laps just like a meet
Hunnid bands on the Goyard, ooh
And I got goons in my yard, ooh
We can rock out like guitars, ooh
Hoe I got lean I got bars, ooh, hoe I got lean I got bars, ooh
Hoe I fuck her ’cause I’m hard, ooh
She fuck with me I go hard, hoe I’m on lean I’m on stars
Uh, ay, now we on top of my car
Uh, lookin’ at stars like I made it far
Ay, look at my chain, glow in the dark
What, ya thot give brain, she goin’ hard

Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah, neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah, neck on froze

Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert

Choppa that’s full auto, kickflip bitch, Otto
Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
Cut that bitch off, Zoro

Verse 3: Offset

(Offset!)
I took your bitch, yeah you lost, told her come fuck with some bosses
Invited that bitch to my loft, hold on bitch, take your shoes off
The sauce I been drippin’, the sauce I been drippin’
No, I’m not trustin’ these bitches
No, I don’t fuck with these snitches, no
Uzi got choppas, extensions
How come I’m all in her mentions, ay, and my Rollie three dimensional
Bitches dangerous like Mystikal, these niggas clone you, get your chemicals
Twin choppers they identical, my hands in everything, got tentacles
Poppin’ Percys like the minerals, fuck you my hand on my genitals
When on the stage I got adrenaline, bout’ to flex up on my enemies
I don’t need negative energy, these niggas not who they pretend to be

Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze

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