Lil Uzi Vert – A Lot

I don’t miss a lot
My new coupe peel out the Radisson
Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
Grab her waist real tight
They gettin’ money, no stoppin’ them (what?)
Lil Uzi Vert with that tether skin (yeah)
Chopper gon’ twerk, Pakistan (ayy)
I’m mixin’ them words like a synonym
Shoot at his leg, he hop
Diamond fist, a lot (damn)
Diamond fist, a lot (damn)
Givin’ what I got (got)
Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
[Verse 1]
Got the Lambo, I ain’t want a Jag
Go in the club and I’m throwin’ bands
Lambo your parkin’ lot (yeah, skrrt)
I’ma stay real as I can (pull up)
Fuck what they say when we flockin’ in
I don’t miss a lot
My new coupe peel out the Radisson
All we know is up the opps (yeah)
Slide around with the mop (yeah)
I got all types of girls
Smokin’ that gas, that’s my medicine (yeah)
Slide around with the mop (yeah)
All we know is up the opps (yeah)
Nowadays I just be havin’ fans
All we know is up the opps (yeah)
These niggas hatin’, treat ’em like spam (yeah)
Diamond wrist, a lot (ayy)
Shoot at his leg, he hop
Rockin’ Vements (uh, yeah)
This girl on my side so bad (yeah)
Stand on my money, I’m 7’10" (damn)
I’m gon’ shoot my shot (Yeah)
Lil Uzi really a veteran (ooh)
Get high off that hash (ayy)
Drive my car like NAS (yeah)
Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt)
Nike that Air when I smash (what?)
Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)
Move through the dirt, blacky sand (yeah)
Just know I’m always with something tan
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
Ooh, that booty heaven sent (yeah)
Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt)
My new coupe peel out the Radisson (hey)
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
Shoot at his leg, he hop
Little nigga think he better than (what?)
Give me a dance Oh you a stripper?

She tryna swallow like cinnamon (damn)
[Chorus]
Damn, 200 bands (what?)
Look at you, gonna go shop again
Helicopter that I chopper in (ayy)
Yeah you know it’s digital
She tried to wave and I drove right past (skrrt)
And I always come in first
‘Cause I’m always poppin’ tags (woah)
If I got locked up would you write me back
Where would the game be?
I don’t kiss a lot (What?)
Slide around with the mop (yeah)
Walk around with all my hundred bands (yeah)
I don’t know my dash (yeah)
Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)

Givin’ what I got (got)
Had her in my path
Eyes red like a rash (damn)
This still my first not my second win (ayy)
Diamond wrist, a lot (ayy)
(What?) That’s your bitch or not?
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
Rockin’ that shit like its Vetements
So that’s why you’re always mad (yeah)
My whip, she hoppin’ in (skrrt)
Little nigga I got hella bands (ayy)
All different girls, like where your type be at?

When I’m in, it make her bite me back
I don’t kiss a lot (What?)
Diamonds so clear, that’s spick and span
Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha
Yeah Or just chase another bag?
Movin’ that work, traffic (ayy)
In a Range, it’s not a Lamb’ (yeah)
Pull up with the drop (yeah)

And you always gotta settle for less
Pull up with the drop (yeah)
I’m gon’ shoot my shot (Yeah)
Fuck on your bitch ’cause she heaven sent
Grab it from the back, yeah
Gettin’ this money, what’s happenin’? (Yeah)
But too bad the scale only stop at 10

Lambo your parkin’ lot (yeah, skrrt)
Gettin’ these girls is what’s happenin’
[Chorus]
Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah)
Hit the pedal and settle the gas (yeah)

Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah)
Smell on that girl and she heaven scent
That’s your bitch or not? (What?)
Lambo your parkin’ lot (yeah, skrrt)
I get fly like NAS (yeah)
Dolce Gabbana my bag (yeah)