Luh Tyler, Lil Uzi Vert - Ransom Lyrics

Yeah, nigga, uh (shit)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, ayy (you ain't got the answer, Sway)
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (woah)

Your lil' bitch a freak, yeah, she gon' fuck for free, yeah
Know what's up with me, yeah, I get to that cheese, yeah
I get to that green, yeah, like my bitches mean, yeah (beep)
Rock out with my team, that bankroll can't fit in my jeans, yeah (woah)
This shit what I dream, I'm ballin', I feel like Kareem, yeah
I snap, I do my thing, this make you hit the shoulder lean, yeah (ayy)
Runnin' straight to the blues
Touch my chain, go straight to the news, what? (Yeah)
Nigga headed straight to the moon
I pull up in that Wraith, that bitch go, "Vroom" (that's fo'sho')
Sweepin' shit up like a broom
Just wait young nigga, we gon' see the top soon (talk to 'em)
Young nigga finna go and shake the room
Young nigga finna blow, finna watch this bitch boom (what else?)
Young nigga headed straight to the top
And your lil' bitch a thot, got the ho' givin' top (uh-uh, facts)
Know a nigga chasin' straight after guap
When I run that shit up, I'ma go drop the rock (run it up)
Nigga pull up in a coupe real fast
And I'm doin' the dash, might go and drop the top, nigga (skrrt)
Nigga breakin' that code, they be cuffin' these hoes
Nigga out here actin' like cops (what the fuck?)
I'm tryna be the richest, we runnin' up them digits
Run a nigga out his bridges, fftt, that's them switches (grrah)

Speakin' on them riches, Mille my wrist, bitch, it's a Nixon
Switch on the back of the Glock and it's glitchin'
Treat it like Madden, this chopper a hit stick
All of my old bitches, new bitch, they missed this
Popped off her top, like this shit was a Mystic
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, he sixin'
Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance
Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton
They thought I was Eazy-E, nah, bitch, I'm pimpin'
Don't got leg problems, lil' bitch, but I'm limpin'
This is my bottom, bitch, no, I ain't simpin' (what else?)
Ever pop pill and drink lean 'til you dizzy? (Yes)
Lemonade Wock' overflow in the Simply
I'm always fresh and my shoes they not dingy
I want my half, since she not worth a penny
Fuck is a hook if a nigga keep goin'?
If you asked me, every bitch there'd be goin'
She wanna fuck me and, yes, I do know it
Step in the sun with this ice, it start snowin'
I'm from 1600, that is the low end
Popped a lil' pill, it hit like melatonin
Gun on my waist and I ain't gon' show 'em
Thirty my clip, and it don't even stop goin'
Smokin' my opp, it turn me to The Omen
If you don't know who she fuckin', that bitch fuckin' old men
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin'
Wait, y'all want me just to keep goin'?
I'm in your house and your bitch gettin' nasty
I'm in your house like my name Kyle Massey
Bitch, I be saucin' and swaggin', I'm jazzy
Bullets'll shave off your head like you Cassie (wow)
Bitch, I'm a goat, my Margielas, they tabby
College bitch give me head out Tallahassee
I got a plug that live Cincinnati
He ain't even from there, that boy from Atlanta
Smokin' on vapes like I can't even get cancer
Country lil' bitch, yeah, that ho', she a 'Bamer
Don't wanna fuck on that bitch, gettin' cancelled
Hit your main bitch, but to me, she a random
Might to Dubai to do donuts in sandals
Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún
If I find a opp, best believe that his man doomed
I let the junkie test work, it's a sample (woah, woah)

Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' nigga
Phew, phew, phew