Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Yeah, what?
(What?)
′Cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
Yeah, ′cause she stank
I ain't fuck his bitch, uh, 'cause she stank
Yeah, huh? ′Cause she stank
Huh, what? ′Cause she stank
Yeah, I ain't fuck his bitch, uh, ′cause she stank
Yeah, huh? What the fuck you think?
Yeah, check my move, huh, yeah, check my move
(yeah)
Yeah, check my move, huh, yeah, check my move
(yeah)
Yeah, check my move, yeah, check my move
Yeah, check my move, yeah, check my move
(what?)
I pop two, huh, yeah, check my move
Yeah, I go zoom, huh, yeah, this ain't new
Yeah, I′m Lil Uzi, yeah, I can't lose
Yeah, fuck what they say, I can never go bankrupt
Niggas frauds like insurance
Yeah, she wanna pull up in that foreign
(that foreign)
Yeah, and she know that I′m so gothic
(I'm gothic)
Piercings all on me, but I cannot do no Prince Albert
All my diamonds racist, but my baby, yeah, she dark skin
Pull up in that spaceship, man, I race it 'cause it foreign
Yeah
(yeah, yeah), everything I got is foreign
All these keys on me, I came a long way from walkin′
Yeah, I swear I′m so geeked and I ain't never get exhausted
Bitch, I′m on ten days, and I can make ten plays
'Cause she stank
Yeah, ′cause she stank
Yeah, 'cause she stank
I ain′t fuck his bitch, uh, 'cause she stank
Writer(s): Jalan Lowe, Symere Woods, Magnus August Høiberg, Lawrence Parker, Scott Sterling, Jae Lawler, Dylan Jansen
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