Tie Die

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] I can't go out sad, bulletproof my Caddy More money than my dad I said more money than my dad That bitch that you with, yeah, already had, yeah, mmm, treat her just like a old hat Like, mmm, countin' money Hmm, stuck to the money Hmm, stuck to the money Hmm, come help me count money Hmm, na-na, young nigga move so sci-fi Like, mmm, gra-gra, I can turn fuck nigga tie dye [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Aye, bitch, I'm breakin' bad (Yeah) Yeah, I'm breakin' bad (Bad) Bitch, I'm breakin' bags (Bags) I got too much cash (Cash) I got too much status (Status) Oh, that's a G-Wag' (Wagen), brought my bitch a Brabus (Skrrt) I can't go out sad, bulletproof my Caddy (Grah) Pockets touch the ground (Ground) Like I got my taxes Whippin' up them grams (Grams), got the bells like Paddie (Yеah) Made it off the ground Made it fuck thе pound Only trust my Grams (I'm a dawg), 'cause life get nasty (Grandma) Maybach cost a pound (Pound), this shit came with cabinets (Woah) I went to the bank (Woah) And I started laughin' (Aye, hahaha) On a serious note (Huh?), I got all blue notes (No jokes) Talkin' about them notes Bro was just whippin' up the coke (Whippin' up the coke) Run up the work and he choppin' the soap (Run up it) Made five hunnid racks right off the dough (Yeah) We make the birds fly, like a dove (Brr) First you was Crip, now you claim Blood (What?) I pour the syrup in the— in the mud With a slime green vest like I'm Doug (Phew) I told that bitch I don't even need her She gave me pussy, wipe it with a beater Open her mouth when I turn to skeet her And when I'm done, hasta la vista her Yeah Hmm-mm Hmm-mm [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] I can't go out sad, bulletproof my Caddy More money than my dad I said more money than my dad That bitch that you with, yeah, already had, yeah, mmm, treat her just like a old hat Like, mmm, countin' money Hmm, stuck to the money Hmm, stuck to the money Hmm, come help me count money Hmm, na-na, young nigga move so sci-fi Like, mmm, gra-gra, I can turn fuck nigga tie dye [Verse 2: Yeat] (Woo) Pull up in a Tonka, the semi (Phew) You don't got blue hunnids, bitch, you got pennies (Woo) Only sip drank, I ain't sippin' no Henny (Woo) Choppin' up Perc' 50, chop it like Benny's (Woo) She eat my dick for the breakfast, like Denny's (Err) Hey, I been in the game, finna pull it all out (Err) They broke as a bitch, you runnin' your mouth (Phew-phew) You run to your house (Err, shh) You don't know what this 'bout Yeah, I put this shit on the Devil, yeah, they been jackin' my style (Err, hey) Uh, yeah, we could do it whenever, uh I'm finna take the lil' crank (Err) I turn the bed to a tank (Err) So so good, make you faint (Err) Yeah, piece of that shit, you could paint (Err) And I'm rich, bitch, I'on complain (Err) No, you can't get on my nerves on a plane (Err) And the drank got me still but it's 'Pane (Err) And these Percs started gettin' insane