Letra de Light Year (Practice) - Lil Uzi Vert

(Feat. [])

I like real ratchet bitches (Keep goin')

I mean real ratchet bitches (Brr, keep goin')

I see all these girls and they lookin' so thick (Keep goin')

But I got real racks to get (Real racks to get, I ain't worried 'bout them)

Rick Owen match the bed, yes, I sleep in designer

Eatin' my cereal with ice-ice diamonds, so when I'm eatin' breakfast, I'm shinin' (Yeah)

Tony Hawk, Lil Uzi be grindin'

Diamonds, they pissy and Issey Raf Simons

I'ma be litty all the way 'til I'm fifty

No, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me

She suckin' Daytona, and every time that she go deep throat, it feel like the hemi (Feel like hemi)

At the least, it's a burst, I don't do no semi

Like I don't think a purse could hold all these new bands (Let's go)

Like racks look so dumb in my pants

I got so much like I need a suitcase, like

I'm the type of nigga beat my case and the motherfuckin' judge never saw my face

Look at them now

Know it's some niggas that think I'm a clown

That's cool, this money can, um, get you down

Bitch, we in Philly with three thousand rounds

Nobody want smoke, we got beef out of town

Niggas be like, "Why you always out of town?"

Shit, I'm on the jet with this pound

(You know Vert slide in a Q50, R.I.P. Lil Jeff, strapped up like a Bloodhound)

Okay, let's talk 'bout the pape'

I got all types of cake, I made three M's off eighths

Made like fifty off hit, and I'm still on my shit, and I'm rich, no debate

Pardon my Wraith, I mean this is a spaceship

My girl lookin' good, always think of you lesser

In my bedroom and my eyes'll undress her

Her head on the dresser like, "Damn, girl, you sexy"

Shout out my Patek, my Patek my bestie

Been ballin' so long, I swear I need an ESPY

Diamond my neck, yeah, that shit like Wayne Gretzky

Now he got the switch, but he used to watch Jessie

Disney Channel, that nigga be catchy

I'm catchy too, but I watched Ed, Edd n Eddy

Need to stretch all these fake-ass niggas 'cause they fetty

I ain't gon' lie, I don't think that they ready

I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready

I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready (Woah)

Think that they ready, I don't think that they ready

I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready

I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready

I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready

Think that they ready, I don't think that they ready

I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready

I got the Finn on me just like I'm Jake (Huh?), money all over the place

Diamonds cleansin' your face just like up, like ovation

No, I never fucked your bitch, I'm just smashin' her face

I got glass on the bezel, got glass on the face

But it came like this, it's a factory date

These niggas pussy, they soft like a chafer

Irritatin' that bitch, you so aggravatin'

Fuck you thought, that I lost?

I'm swaggin', I'm awesome, I'm saucy, my brain, I lost it

Just like Randy, put my arm out, I Moss ‘em

Put a hole in the nigga like a dolphin

I told my big bro we ain't takin' losses

I got some secret money in the coffin

Smokin' the Candy Shop, it got me coughin'

Bitch, it's so hot like I turned on defroster

I'm fresh off the nitrous, ain't mess up a bit-it

How you say that I'm soft when I'm always revealin' you?

Got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess who's the villain now?

He call sixteen hoes, shit, I guess he a dunzo

Now she be on two drums, on your bongo

Smoke so much, I don't know where my lungs go

Stand on my money, I'm tall as Mutombo

Come to my block, yeah, it look like a gunshow

Trap out apartments, it's only a front door

Puttin' on for my block 'fore I could leave, fronto

Put my arms in my hoodie, this shit look like a poncho

If I stand on the money, then I'm tall like Hunxho

Look, I ain't tryna tussle, end of discussion

My shooter with me got bodies like he Russian

Fast money, slow money, I don't care, I ain't rushin'

My block hot, this shit like an oven

This shit like an oven, this shit, it be bustin'

I ain't Hollywood, do some shit for my cousin (Yeah)

That's what I'm posed to, but that shit wasn't nothin'

I just got a nigga hit for like four or five hundred

I just came from the A with like four or five buttons

(Eternal Atake 2)

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