
lil guap & lil uzi vert - step up jazzy lyrics
[intro: lil uzi vert]
(d+mn, jayjibs, stop playin’)
yeah
[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
let it settle in, i was on a thing off the ketamine
bad b+tch on me, yeah, she tryna f+ck me, uh, by any means
and my jeans, they be blackmeans
ho, don’t ask me, her ass was so fat that i ain’t care if she try tax me
desto showed me how to get them riggity+racks on tax free
yeah, yeah, ho don’t ask me, stepped up on the scene so jazzy
desto also showed me how to really step up jazzy
i got too much motherf+ckin’, uh—
money on me, that sh+t stackеd like—
i’m in the bank, yeah, i’m in thе bank, yeah
diamonds, they yellow or pink, yeah
water on me like the sink, yeah
can’t f+ck the b+tch if she stink, yeah
still might f+ck her if she stink, yeah
long as it’s pink, yeah
long as it’s pink, yeah
all of my haters, they can’t [?]
got a po but i’m still smokin’ dank, yeah
did everything that they said that i can’t
hundred thousand dollar, that’s for the chain
fifty thousand dollar, that’s for the ring
hundred fifty thousand just for two things
no, i ain’t lyin’, lil’ b+tch, i’m a lane
basically sayin’ i got me two mains
went out the bank with a check, hahaha
that b+tch gave me, um, that neck, i said, “hahaha”
that sh+t made go special wet, like, “doo+doo+doo”
tried to get me another b+tch, ain’t good as her
if it’s about me, my shooters, they pullin’ up
any beat that you got, n+gga, just pull it up
n+gga, i’m different my s+x is expensive
i’m gettin’ that top in the droptop cullinan
[verse 2: lil guap]
yeah, can’t no b+tch stress me
switched these hoes like i switch clothes, i can’t let these hoes stress me
‘fore i blowed up, them hoes ain’t want go, now they tryna s+x me
‘fore i blowed up, couldn’t get no response, now hoes tryna text me
yeah, i’m tryna f+ck on a cougar, i can’t tell if i’m a rapper or shooter
[?] look like a baby, lil’ cooler
i signed a deal but still slangin’ the toolie
cullinan vert, b+tch, i’m slidin’ with uzi
hundred some’ shots, finna shoot me a movie
i can’t decide to go forward [?]
widebody the [?] car like back to the future
[?] jeweler
balenci’ the shirt, this upon on my cuban
she gon’ f+ck guap ’cause i told her i’m cuban
she gon’ f+ck guap ’cause she think that i’m cuter
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