stand straight up - lil uzi vert lyrics
[pre*chorus]
yeah, yeah
i stay straight off of lean, i could jump on the phone (yeah, yeah)
it’s that wock
i stay straight off of lean, i could jump on the phone
i don’t like tris (yeah)
my dawg likes tris (my dawg)
[chorus]
f*ck on your b*tch i don’t know her before (woah)
i could stand on lean i could jump on the floor
she said i ain’t lit, i could bust on a race (race)
i swear on my d*ck, i could bust on yo hoe
jump on the lean, wock this foe
talkin to you, but i’m watchin this phone
when i’m on the phone, i don’t talk about bros
cause all these n*ggas be cops on the phone
i’m with all my dawgs more than michael vick
know how to bop, but i ain’t tryna to hit
say that i’m weird, but i got a stick
only thing i know, it shoot till it cl!ck
[verse]
f*ck yo whole gang n*gga they get cl!ckеd
f*ck everybody that you evеn came with
i don’t drive race, but they need a rake
when me in the club, cleaned up the mint
i’m in the club to get active in this sh*t
look at her jeans they don’t even fit
money on my mind, but there goes my d*ck
kick a b*tch out, but cup i can’t kick (what)
give money my mom even when i was broke
ten dime nine she still holdin over
i got sad my grandma got sick
man that sh*t made me get cold shoulder (woah)
caffeine all in my veins
i don’t need no god d*mn folger (woah)
notice 1.5 going to hold you over (woah)
lil wayne, that’s my grandma’s favorite rapper (favorite rapper)
i can’t beat these lyricism i’m her favorite trapper (trapper)
i’m a star and i’m lit i f*cked every dancer (every dancer)
they still tryna to link with me and i’ll never have her (have her)
said spent one night with me and hate her baby daddy
took her son on vicary, so she a baddie
smack her on ass, let her know she got a fatty
and my boots was himalayan they know sh*t was campin
me and boo be movin pounds that can really collected
we want all our money now and we want it down me
black star rock star, b*tch i’m many crevice
you pray to your god i fell off, but i been haven’t
woah and that’s some real sh*t
real hoe turn out fakin fakin, hoe be the real b*tch
woah that’s some real sh*t
n*gga tried to take my trackhawk, had to get a k!ll switch (woah)
[pre*chorus]
yeah, yeah
i stay straight off of lean, i could jump on the phone (yeah, yeah)
it’s that wock
i stay straight off of lean, i could jump on the phone
i don’t like tris (yeah)
my dawg likes tris (my dawg)
[chorus]
f*ck on your b*tch i don’t know her before (woah)
i could stand on lean i could jump on the floor
she said i ain’t lit, i could bust on a race (race)
i swear on my d*ck, i could bust on yo hoe
jump on the lean, wock this foe
talkin to you, but i’m watchin this phone
when i’m on the phone, i don’t talk about bros
cause all these n*ggas be cops on the phone
i’m with all my dawgs more than michael vick
know how to bop, but i ain’t tryna to hit
say that i’m weird, but i got a stick
only thing i know it shoot till it cl!ck
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