LA

God d**n

It's your motherf**kin' boy Lil Uzi

The mob the God d**n OG gas

The God d**n Cartier shawty

God d**n grilled up shawty

God d**n Balmain shawty

Hey you know I have a feelin'

But I f**k with some n***as from LA too

Woke up this mornin' with

Your motherf**kin' b***h

Smacked her on the a*s

While she cooked me eggs and grits

After I'm done with her

Send her back to your crib

You gon' kiss her lips like

She ain't suck my d**k

Run it run it run it

Get a check and run it up

She gon' eat the team swallow mine

Come straight for lunch

Went to LA 305 picked me up

We just flex on busters

Keep that number nine tucked

Call up IAmSu n***a

What the f**k is up

Call up IAmSu for the Cartier plug

Me and IAmSu talkin' bout

B***hes that we want

Smokin' OG gas

Purple s**t in my lungs

Went to LA n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to the Bay n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to PA n***a

What the f**k is up

What the f**k is up

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Went to LA n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to the Bay n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to PA n***a

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Went to LA n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to the Bay n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to PA n***a

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Went to LA n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to the Bay n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to PA n***a

What the f**k is up

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Went to the NO n***a

What the f**k is up

Went to Chi-raq n***a

What the f**k is up

Went straight through Brooklyn n***a

What the f**k is up

Know some Harlem n***as like

What the f**k is up

N***as in the Bronx like

What the f**k is up

N***as in the City like

What the f**k is up

My n***as out in Texas like

What the f**k is up

My n***as North Carolina like

What the f**k is up

My n***as South Carolina like

What the f**k is up

My Detroit n***as like

What the f**k is up

My ATL n***as like

What the f**k is up

I ran out of beat

Rest of y'all what is up