letra de mclaren (unfinished lyrics) - lil uzi vert
[intro]
dp on the beat
[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
yeah, freestyle off the top with a pen full
yeah we run every time we hit ten fold (yeah)
real n-gga yeah i gotta stay on ten toes (bah!)
i’m a shark what you think that this fin for (fin)
neck hit off a l!ck now my wrist froze (brr)
black b-tches i don’t even like mixed hoes (mmm-mmm)
skinny jeans yeah and this glock really fittin hoe (on god)
i only take pictures with bad hoes (yeah)
cuz n-ggas they be opps on the f-ckin’ low (who dat?)
f-ck her fast yeah, nah i can never hit it slow (mmm)
make her moan now i’m fixed like she hit her toe (ooh ooh)
rollie on my wrist i ain’t got tiktok (brah)
cold block he be jumpin’ like chris rock
heard a noise and i had to grab the g-lock (who dat?)
i ain’t go to bed til i hear the dog stop
[verse 2: nolimit wet]
got a 40 glock on me no safety
catch me slidin’ on the opps yeah they hate me (slide)
goin’ to war with the ones that raised me (f-ck ’em)
pull up, shoot ’em all d-mn daily (grr bow)
[?] out the cage, that’s kd (bro)
i don’t f-ck with no n-gga that’s opps (uh-uh)
i wipe a n-gga nose like snot (what?)
headshot now he dead in a box
draco, paint him red like a fox (draco)
had to count he got hit in the top (yeah)
uzi got the the uzi make him [?] (brr)
once he fall to the floor with no top
i don’t want the top give me some room
mclaren two [?] go zoom
mclaren two [?] go zoom
[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
mclaren gettin’ followed by benz truck
bro hit his shot at the opps and we six up
shot him in his face and he had to pick his lip up
zev tech on the glock, big body kitted up
how you leave your bro on the ground, pick him up
my b-tch ass fat that’s a [?] tuck (facts)
b-tch suck on this d-ck ’til you hiccup
i don’t f-ck regular b-tches got rich sl-ts
i be louis from the toe ’til the drip up (lil uzi)
me and wet f-ckin’ hoes in the benz truck (yeah)
catch a opp on a m-th-f-ckin’ pick up
shoot him in the uber man he shoulda had a lift truck
tight shirt and it always lift up
got a full d-mn block and it flip up
every n-gga dead ever try to diss us
wockhardt body, baby i ain’t got the [?] touch
[verse 4: nolimit wet]
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