Lil Uzi Vibes - YN Jay & Louie Ray

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
What the fuck she mean we ain't got it on us? (Fuck you, nigga)
Comfortable in here, I got my hood in here
Bro gon' get your nose wiped tonight, we call him booger bear
Yeah (It's BlueStrip, baby), okay
I feel comfortable in here tonight, I got on— yeah

I feel comfortable in here tonight, I got my hood in there
I can make my brodie wipe your nose, we call him booger bear
I'm gettin' high, walkin' through the mall, I got my 'Wood in there
They know me at the MGM Detroit, they say I'm good in there
I fucked Meghan Goods in there, I'm the type to pull the hair
My Benz one of the cleanest rides ridin', can't even poot in there
Oh, also, I was placed inside your trap, yeah, I must do oot in there
So many shots gon' come from me and Jay, gon' think a group in there
It's so many pasta spoons inside my trap like we make soup in there (Shit)
Garage bit, we could park our cars or we can hoop in there
She bad bad, nigga, fuck protection, I'm gon' shoot in there
You say you put your foot inside her ass, I put my boot in there

Damn, how the fuck you say it's beef with dog but that's your mans now?
They signed me for way too much, turned my advance down
They know I got my grill from Johnny Dang because it stand out
My nigga got gun pokin' out in public, that FN out
I give bro the guitar 'cause he gon' rock out like a band out
This nigga used to be my biggest opp, but he a fan now
He walked in, them niggas set the play and then he ran out
I walked in, I got four pockets full, I got my bands out
I told Louie, "Bring the bands out"
Unc' in the kitchen cookin', I told auntie, "Bring the pan out"
I ain't have nowhere to go, no, I was stayin' at my mans house
That nigga had some money but it ran out
Respect, this bitch keep callin' while I'm in the studio, you messy
Oh, my bad, I forgot to tell you that I fucked your bestie
I don't never use my phone, I don't send no messages
I ain't gotta wear my charm, I just wear necklace

Uh, I'm talkin' business on the Nexus
I feel like this rap can help me out, I found my exit
My new hoes don't even be messy, it's my exes (Shit)
I ride with just a doobie worth of weed when I'm in Texas (Yeah, yeah)
I'm gon' buy the first car fly 'cause I'm a jetski
My kids won't never see the struggle, I'm gon' bless 'em
When people ask me for somethin' understandable, I help 'em
The labels want me 'cause I'm hard to understand, but I'm careful
I do not make decisions off impulse, I'm not irrational (Ayy)
I'm gon' make some money off your block like it's my avenue (Ayy)
I'm gon' bring back millions off of rap and put my bag to use
I be rappin' 'bout forever grindin', shit, I am the youth
I ain't lied to y'all since I've been rhymin', shit, I am the truth
Name a summer you ain't seen me shinin', I got [?] to prove it

Ah
Why'd y'all give dog the gun to shoot? You know he scared to do it
Play like a piano on the organ, I make scary music
You ain't really walkin' him down right, you gotta step into it