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[Verse 1] I like real ratchet b!tches (Keep going) I mean real ratchet b!tches (Brr, keep going) I see all these girls and they looking so thick (Keep going) 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 Eating my cereal with ice-ice diamonds, so when I’m eating breakfast, I’m shining, yeah Tony Hawk, Lil Uzi be grinding Diamonds, they pissy and Issey Raf Simons I’ma be litty, I’ll wait ’til I’m fifty No, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me She sucking 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 n!gga beat my case and the motherfu*king judge never saw my face Look at them now Know it’s some n!ggas that think I’m a clown That’s cool, this money can, um, get you down B!tch, we in Philly with three thousand rounds Nobody want smoke, we got beef out of town N!ggas be like, \”Why you always out of town?\” S*it, I’m on the jet with this pound (Universe slide in the 250, listen for a jet, jet feel like a plane) [Verse 2] 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 s*it and I’m rich, no debate Pardon my Wraith, I mean this is a spaceship My girl looking good, always think of you lesser In my bedroom and my eyes’ll undress her Her head on the dresser like, \”Damn, girl, you s*xy\” Shout out my Patek, my Patek my bestie Been balling so long, I swear I need an ESPY Diamond my neck, yeah, that s*it like Wayne Gretzky Now he got the switch, but he used to watch Jessie Disney Channel, that n!gga be catchy I’m catchy too, but I watched Ed, Edd n Eddy Need to stretch all these fake-ass n!ggas ’cause they fetty I ain’t gon’ lie, I don’t think that they ready [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] I got the fan on me just like I’m Jake (Huh?), money all over the place Diamonds cleansing your face just like up, like ovation No, I never fu*ked your b!tch, I’m just smashing her face I got glass on the bezel, got glass on the face But it came like this, it’s a factory date These n!ggas pu*sy, they soft like a chafer Irritating that b!tch, you so aggravating Fu*k you thought, that I lost? I’m swagging, I’m awesome, I’m saucy, my brain, I lost it Just like Randy, put my arm out, I’m awesome Put a hole in the n!gga like a dolphin I told my big bro we ain’t taking losses I got some secret money in the coffin Smoking the Candy Shop, it got me coughing B!tch, 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 revealing you? Got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess who’s the villain now? He call sixteen hoes, s*it, 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 Putting on for my block ‘fore I could leave, fronto Put my arms in my hoodie, this s*it look like a puncho If I stand on the money, then I’m tall like Huncho 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 rushing My block hot, this s*it like an oven This s*it like an oven, this s*it, it be busting I ain’t Hollywood, do some s*it for my cousin, yeah That’s what I’m posed to, but that s*it wasn’t nothing I just got a n!gga hit for like four or five hundred I just came from the A with like four or five buttons (Eternal Atake 2). Light Year lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com