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OPIUM CULT VOL. 2
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Lil Uzi Vert
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And I take heads off Uh, and I take heads off I got some new cash I got some new swag I got some new packs I got some new packs And I take heads off Uh, and I take heads off I got some new cash I got some new swag I got some new packs I got some new packs (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Gonna take heads off And my sh*t lookin' like bath salt (Yeah carti) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Shawty got hot in the bad spot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I hit the b*t*h, knockеd her brains out (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah) I hit the b*t*h with the red dot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Came in that b*t*h with my d**k out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) She suckin', I'm f**kin', I told her, "Stop" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) She suckin', I'm f**kin', I told her, "Stop" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm in this ho drinkin' pink pop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm in this ho with some pink rocks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma tell that b*t*h be the decoy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma tell that b*t*h be the decoy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm takin' heads- And I take heads off Uh, and I take heads off Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co' F**k that b*t*h, go too insane You know I put in work, ho Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes You know I put it in turbo Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?] But you know I don't serve those I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) Got the drum in the car, that b*t*h a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get put in a box for f**kin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah) AR in the box and it came with a laser (What? Yeah) I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I f**k on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah) I go ball on that b*t*h, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah) Can't start with the b*t*h, I link another one later (What?) I gotta get it together (You dig?) I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?) They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?) I beat the case, it was simple (What?) Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah) Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?) Slide through the hood, yeah (What?) Everything good, yeah (Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah) Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co' F**k that b*t*h, go too insane You know I put in work, ho Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes You know I put it in turbo Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?] But you know I don't serve those I got these b*t*hes goin' crazy (Yeah) I got these b*t*hes goin' crazy (Yeah) I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?) I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?) Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah) Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah) I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah) I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah) I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s I caught a body and went on vacation She suckin' my d**k, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo) I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin' I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo) I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes, I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes I gave her some money to put in her savings (Woo, woo) I popped me a molly and now I feel faded Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo) This n***a tried me and I left him hazy (Yeah, yeah) I f**ked on this b*t*h, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo) Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co' F**k that b*t*h, go too insane You know I put in work, ho Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes You know I put it in turbo Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?] But you know I don't serve those Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah Look at these b*t*hes, they lyin', yeah (Tssh) Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah I just called up Avianne, yeah I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt) All my planes are private (Tssh) Perkies on the private We don't f**k with molly We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh) I just f**ked the pint up I'm finna set up in your field Get slimed, lil' b*t*h, I know you not real I'ma spend my money on guns and pills In Atlanta with a b*t*h, yeah, the b*t*h so bad I'm on that lean, lil' b*t*h Kick the b*t*h out, I didn't need the b*t*h (Tssh) I'm from the Flat, lil' n***as (Yeah) We started trappin', n***a (Tssh) We started rappin', n***a These all black diamonds, n***a Hang out with robbers, n***a What you know about robbin' n***as? What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh) What you know about mobbin', n***a? (Slatt, tssh-tssh) Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah Look at these b*t*hes, they lyin', yeah (Tssh) Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah I just called up Avianne, yeah I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt) All my planes are private (Tssh) Perkies on the private We don't f**k with molly We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh) I just f**ked the pint up I'm finna set up in your field Get slimed, lil' b*t*h, I know you not real I'ma spend my money on guns and pills In Atlanta with a b*t*h, yeah, the b*t*h so bad I'm on that lean, lil' b*t*h I'm in this b*t*h with my killers (Yeah) Whole lotta motherf**kin' n***as (Yeah) We got them motherf**kin' choppers (Yeah) I pick you up, n***a, I get you (Yeah) I said I don't f**k with these n***as (Yeah) We see 'em, we punchin' them n***as (Yeah) We upping the score on these n***as (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go back You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay) Beno, he go crazy, you know that .762, they attack, so we stepped on him, he a capper Anywhere where we at we spin again, we spin again Them blue tips for the win Tinted in the box so you can't see in Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together Yeah, me and Snotty for the win Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together We sittin' in the spot, I hit up the plug and he bringing the low today From the block we was sellin' the half, now got to the loft, now sellin' it whole today We ain't bringing ya a** sh*t, tell a n***a come get it Got fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen Stomp on them boys if they claiming they Henches Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss I'm in this b*t*h with my killers (Yeah) Whole lotta motherf**kin' n***as (Yeah) We got them motherf**kin' choppers (Yeah) I pick you up, n***a, I get you (Yeah) I said I don't f**k with these n***as (Yeah) We see 'em, we punchin' them n***as (Yeah) We upping the score on these n***as (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah) Go back You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay) Beno, he go crazy, you know that I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah) I really don't hang around guys (Yeah) The streets treat me like a god (Yeah) My b*t*h treat me like a God (Yeah) Got a main and a side (Yeah, side) F**k fame, I ride with the fire Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh) Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah) I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet b*t*h (Ayy) She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet sh*t" (Ayy) I rock diamonds, the Patek from Eliantte (What?) Show me something that Carti not better than If a n***a keep talking, we running in (Yeah) Get that n***a kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah) On the block rolling dice and I'm going in (Yeah) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go) I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (Yeah, yeah) I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (What? What? Slatt) I stay inside posted with my Drac' (Homicide, yeah) I stay inside posted with my Drac' (Slatt, bah, bah, bah) Gotta stay on point, can't make mistakes (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah) Can't f**k with nobody, these n***as fake (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah) Got hoes in the lobby, I'm finna take (Bah, bah, bah, bah) Got to pop outside, they want the TEC (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go) When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder Jump out the house, jump out the house Jump out the house, jump out the house Jump out the house, jump out the house Jump out the house, jump out the house Jump out the house, jump out the house Jump out the house, jump out the house Jump out the house, jump out the house Jump out the house, house, house, house, house, house - Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What?) Yeah (What?), yeah (Slatt, what?), okay (What? Slatt, what?) Ayy (What?), slatt (Slatt), ayy (Yeah, slatt) Ayy (Okay), uh (Okay), ayy (Slatt, slatt) I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?) I'm too lit, uh I'ma die lit I got a AK Big a** stick (AK) You could get hit (Bow, bow) You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up) You know that I'm booted up (Booted up) My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out) I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout) These b*t*hes don't give a f**k They f**kin' on Cartier My diamonds are Cartier My watches are Cartier She talkin' 'bout Cartier I hit up my baby, yeah I bought her some Cartier Yeah, brand new Cartier (Yeah) Two-tone (Hello) Yeah, brand new Cartier And I got a Rolls-Royce It make the white folks stare You think I give a f**k 'bout them? Why the f**k you think I care? B*t*h, I be everywhere B*t*h, I'm good everywhere (Yeah) Don't let my chain get under my shirt, air that sh*t out everywhere (Yeah) Cartier, I got Cartier, yeah, everywhere I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?) I'm too lit, uh I'ma die lit I got a AK Big a** stick (Brr, AK) You could get hit (Bow, bow) You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up) You know that I'm booted up (Booted up) My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out) I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout) These b*t*hes don't give a f**k (Yeah) They f**kin' on Cartier My diamonds like flashlight I'm showin' my a** right (Showin' my a**) I turned to the bad guy I smoke out the pack right (What?) I'm drinkin' the Act' right (Yeah, yeah) My new b*t*h got cat eyes (Yeah) I just be coolin' right here in the city I bust on her face and it got on her t**ty (Yeah) My pockets, they stuffed, yeah, my sh*t's never empty I pulled up a hundred but only spent fifty (What?) Then ate a banana, you know that I clip it (Uh) I peel that b*t*h back and play clean like I'm Ricky (Uh, uh) Your b*t*h, she pulled up to my crib And she act like she ain't wanna suck it, persuade her to lick it (Suck it) Come on, baby, just come give me head like condition She brought her lil' friends, so I couldn't even pick it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I been on the jet like my name was Scott Disick I said I'm in this b*t*h, you better run the ballistics Uh, I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?) I'm too lit, uh I'ma die lit I got a AK (What?) Big a** stick (Brr, AK) You could get hit (Bow, bow) You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up) You know that I'm booted up (Booted up) My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out) I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout) These b*t*hes don't give a f**k They f**kin' on Cartier (Slatt, slatt) F**kin' on Cartier (What?) They f**kin' on Cartier (Lil Uzi) They f**kin' on Cartier F**kin' on Cartier (Talkin' 'bout) They f**kin' on Cartier They f**kin' on Cartier (Woo) (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What? Yeah) They f**kin' lil' Carti, yeah (What? Yeah, what? Yeah) They f**kin' Lil Uzi, yeah (Yeah) I got that Uzi tucked (What? Talkin' 'bout) Yeah, I got that Uzi tucked (What? What?) B*t*hes ain't shootin' us These n***as ain't doin' nothin' Huh, and I ride with the cooler Huh, I f**ked on Medusa Yeah, I came with the stick, yeah, yeah Just call ’em, we’ll do ya Yeah, I up on an opp, yeah, yeah This b*t*h came fully, yeah, yeah I shoot at your boy, yeah, yeah I shoot at your shooter, huh, yeah I’m taking off heads, yeah, yeah I take off your ‘dulla Yeah, I pop me an X, yeah, yeah And now it’s a boof, huh Opium Gang, you know, hold up Yeah, okay, it’s Opium Gang you know, yeah You could get stained for sure, yeah Stay in your lane for sure, yeah Blow out your brain for sure, yeah Aim at thе opp for sure, yeah Ready to aim for surе, yeah I got a plane on my neck, hold up I f**k that b*t*h on the jet, hold up I got these diamonds so wet, hold up I could go run up a check, yeah I got these hoes going wild, huh I got these hoes going wild, huh I f**king all these hoes, huh Like its going out of style, huh, what? It’s a vibe, huh Every time I pop out, huh, hold up She’s not sad, huh, when those guns pop out, yeah, yeah We some killers, huh, what you talking ’bout? Yeah, yeah F**k ’em all, huh, run they a** out, huh Me and F1lthy, yeah I’m getting filthy, yeah Too much money, yeah This sh*t so filthy, yeah F**k these n***as you could turn into a victim, yeah No f**ks given, yeah, no f**ks given, yeah, yeah I've been wearin' designer clothes (Yeah, yeah, expensive, yeah) I've been f**kin' exotic hoes (Exotic hoes) I've been f**kin' exotic hoes (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, yeah) I'ma give that b*t*h that molly, ho (Yeah, yeah), yeah I'ma crash out like Mario (Yeah), yeah My boys, they batsh*t, I'm sorry, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah) These n***as pu**y, ho, you don't know, yeah (Yeah) I've been on opium for the last ten days (Days, on opium) Last ten days (I've been on opium) Last ten days (I've been on opium, last ten, blatt, blatt) (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) I'ma pop out on a bad b*t*h, yeah, yeah (Pop out) I'ma pop out, we gon' crash sh*t, yeah (Pop out) We gon' blast it Let 'em have it Ha (What? What? Ayy) Ooh (What? What? Slatt) Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Yeah) Ooh (What? What? What? What? What?) Tell me what you want me to do (Woah, yeah) Tell me what you want me to do (Slatt) I can wear a business suit and speak proper (Proper) Or I can put a hundred n***as on and buy them choppers (Choppers) See, 'round my parts of town, that's how we get down (What?) I'm from Fulton County, lil' b*t*h, that's no cap now (Yeah) I went to school with some robbers and some killers And half of them n***as dead or in jail, but f**k it, they my n***as (Yeah) Basically, what I'm saying is, I can't change, but But for you, I would do things and Maybe one day I'd get on my knees and give you a diamond ring, uh All sorts of things, yeah (Yeah) All sorts of things, yeah (Oh) I'll sort some things out (Ooh) You got me turnt out Ha (What? What? Ayy) Ooh (What? What? Slatt) Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Ayy) Ooh (What? What? What? What? What? What?)
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