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Ransom (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

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Yeah, n***a (shit), uh

Yeah, nigga, yeah, ayy (you ain′t got the answers, Sway)

Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (woah)

Your lil' b***h a freak, yeah

She gon′ f*ck 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 s**t what I dreamed, 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, took my chain

Go straight to the news (yeah, what?)

Nigga headed straight to the moon, I pull up in that Wraith

That b***h go, "Vroom" (that′s for sure)

Sweepin' s**t up like a broom, just wait, young n***a

We gon′ see the top soon (talk to 'em)

Young n***a finna go and shake the room, young n***a finna blow

Finna watch this b***h boom (what else?)

Young n***a headed straight to the top and your lil′ b***h a thot

Got the ho givin' top (uh, uh, facts)

Know a n***a chasin' straight after guap, when I run that s**t 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 drop the top (skrrt, nigga)

Nigga breakin′ that code, they be cuffin' these hoes

Niggas out here actin′ like cops (what the fuck?)

I'm tryna be the richest

We runnin′ up them digits (digits)

Run a n***a out his britches

Phew, that's them switches (grrah)

Speakin' on them riches

Millie my wrist, bitch, it′s a Nixon (huh?)

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 (huh?)

Popped off a top like that s**t was a Mistic (yeah)

Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, The Sixth Sense

Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance

Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton

They thought I was Eazy-E, no, bitch, I′m pimpin' (woah)

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 (huh?)

I′m all the way fresh, I make sure they not dingy

I want my half-cent, she not worth a penny

Fuck is a hook if a n***a keep goin'?

If you ask me, every b***h there be goin′ (yes)

She wanna f*ck 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

30 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 b***h fuckin′ old men

Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin'

Wait, you don't want me just to keep goin′?

I′m in your house and your b***h 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

Bitch, I'm a goat, my Margiellas, they tabby

College b***h 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 ′Bama

Don't wanna f*ck on that bitch, gettin′ cancer

Had your main bitch, but to me, she a random (yeah)

Might to Dubai to do donuts in sandals

Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún

If I can't find an opp, best believe that his man doomed

I let the junkie test work as a sample (woah, woah)

Huh?

Yeah-yeah, yeah, lil′ n***a

Phew, phew, phew