Imagine a world where opulence and defiance dance together in a wild, neon-lit night. 🌃 Lil Uzi Vert and Travis Scott craft an anthem of unapologetic extravagance and resilience. They flaunt their wealth with diamonds that sparkle like stars, while also navigating the pitfalls of fame—feeling targeted but choosing to rise harder each time. The lyrics paint a picture of victory over adversity, celebrating both material success and personal strength. Amidst the bravado and bold declarations, there's an underlying message: no matter the challenges or haters, they will always shine brighter and go harder. 💎
Aye
Lyrics
Yeah (I-I-I)
Lil Uzi, woah (I-I-I)
Shit, turn the fuck up in this bitch (I-I-I-I'm working on dying)
It's Lil Uzi in this bitch (BNYX)
Yeah, yeah (woah), yeah, yeah (rage)
Yeah, yeah (huh?), yeah, yeah (woah)
My neck is filled with the water, ayy (ayy)
I might just fuck around and take your daughter
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, woah), yeah, yeah (yeah, Lil Uzi)
Yeah, yeah (ayy), yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, woah)
Sometimes I feel like the target, ayy (I feel like the target, huh?)
But fuck it, this time I go harder, ayy (woah, I'ma go harder)
Fuck on that bitch for free, ayy
This shit feel like victory, ayy
Money ain't shit to me, ayy
Marni gon' stick to me, ayy
Lil Uzi Vert on a roll, ayy (Lil Uzi)
I put them diamonds in my teeth, ayy
Might put some diamonds my nose, ayy, ayy
I put them diamonds in my teeth, ayy
Might put some diamonds my nose, ayy (huh?)
We killed an opp and got low, ayy
Don't got no bullets, this pole (what? Yeah)
He called my phone, he need more, ayy (hello?)
My bitch don't want me no more, ayy
Now I look at her like, "Ho," ayy
Yeah, yeah (woah), yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, yeah (ayy), yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, woah)
My neck is filled with the water, ayy (ayy)
I might just fuck around and take your daughter
Yeah, yeah, yeah (woah), yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, yeah (ayy), yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, woah)
Sometimes I feel like the target, ayy (I feel like the target)
But fuck it, this time I go harder, ayy (I'ma go harder)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ooh)
I don't think they really hear me (yeah)
Walk around with it, that's clearly (let's go)
Hundred, mm, yearly (ha)
Hit her, make her do the griddy (yeah)
Hit her when I'm in the city (it's lit)
Snap on a nigga like Ray
Bang on a bitch like I'm 50 (uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (huh?) Yeah (let's go)
I'm done with sinnin', you know
I keep the Christian Dior on the coat and the tote (Christian Dior)
And I keep the checks on my feet (wow)
Ain't no way I got the time to go check on a ho (yeah)
I put the gang on a boat (ayy)
Told 'em I'ma keep it afloat and keep it on go (Lil Uzi, ooh)
My neck is filled with the water, ayy (ayy)
I might just fuck around and take your daughter
Yeah, yeah, yeah (woah), yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, yeah (ayy), yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, woah)
Sometimes I feel like a target, ayy (I feel like the target)
But fuck it, this time I go harder, ayy
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Benjamin Jr. Thomas, Brandon Terrell Veal, Jacques Webster, Symere Woods
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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