CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Knotts
Pew, pew
Clap it up, yeah, yeah
Clap it up, my whip (Zaytoven)
Clap it up, yeah
Clap it up, yeah, yeah
Clap it up, yeah, yeah
Clap it up (Mike WiLL Made-it)
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Okay I done walked in with a knot yeah, wit a knot yeah
I can prolly take your thot yeah
I drop the top on the drop yeah
Ripley's Believe It or Not yeah, or not yeah
I put a cheque on a opp yeah, now he wish he wasn't opp
Before he wake up he prolly be dead
How is he dead if hе was just sleep
I got this money on me and your b*t*h wanna f**k with me shе ain't gon say it she creep
I bought your b*t*h a AP and I'm talking bout all y'all n***as b*t*hes that was 3
Plus I was f**king a rapper lil b*t*h she had to get home before he came home at 3
I saw a cyst on that pu**y so I cannot hit it cuz you know that sh*t was diseased
I got some n***as that's on the block they wanna pray for a body and Track Hawk Jeep
Track Hawk Track Hawk Track Hawk Jeep
I'm out my body I rap off the beat
Diamonds they hittin' cuz they got the Vs
I'm out the molly so i cannot sleep
I don't pop molly I rub on my teeth
I'm off the molly I rub on my freaks
Said "nice to meet ya" she said she a teacher
I took her to Vegas and f**ked her Venetia
Okay I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready
Hit it one time like she said I was petty
I bought a foreign that cost 20 Chevvy's
All of my n***as they armed and ready
I done walked in with a knot yeah, wit a knot yeah
I can prolly take your thot yeah
I drop the top on the drop yeah
Ripley's Believe It or Not yeah (Lil Uzi!), or not yeah
I put a cheque on a opp yeah, now he wish he wasn't opp
(Pew pew pew pew pew pew pew)
Look
I done pulled up with a new Range
I might pull up in a new Range
You throwing shots they come back like they boomerang
I f**ked that b*t*h she my boo thang
I f**ked that b*t*h she my boo thang
I been f**king this girl ever since she was with that n***a yeah he a lil lame
You see how he move he think that he cool
But gave his whole crew some lil chains
I never put nothing before the gang
Number 9 yeah that sh*t still in my vains
Can't beef my new b*t*h only beef about change
I put a 40 count right in my slang (yeah)
Yeah, but just like my bank account arm is not broke
Not sharing my money or sharing my soul
I can't give a motherf**k 'bout a hoe
Not sharing my money or sharing my soul
I can't give a motherf**k 'bout a hoe
Clap it up, yeah, yeah
Clap it up, my whip (Zaytoven)
Clap it up, yeah
Clap it up, yeah, yeah
Clap it up, yeah, yeah
Clap it up (Mike WiLL Made-it)
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Okay I done walked in with a knot yeah, wit a knot yeah
I can prolly take your thot yeah
I drop the top on the drop yeah
Ripley's Believe It or Not yeah, or not yeah
I put a cheque on a opp yeah, now he wish he wasn't opp
Before he wake up he prolly be dead
How is he dead if hе was just sleep
I got this money on me and your b*t*h wanna f**k with me shе ain't gon say it she creep
I bought your b*t*h a AP and I'm talking bout all y'all n***as b*t*hes that was 3
Plus I was f**king a rapper lil b*t*h she had to get home before he came home at 3
I saw a cyst on that pu**y so I cannot hit it cuz you know that sh*t was diseased
I got some n***as that's on the block they wanna pray for a body and Track Hawk Jeep
Track Hawk Track Hawk Track Hawk Jeep
I'm out my body I rap off the beat
Diamonds they hittin' cuz they got the Vs
I'm out the molly so i cannot sleep
I don't pop molly I rub on my teeth
I'm off the molly I rub on my freaks
Said "nice to meet ya" she said she a teacher
I took her to Vegas and f**ked her Venetia
Okay I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready
Hit it one time like she said I was petty
I bought a foreign that cost 20 Chevvy's
All of my n***as they armed and ready
I done walked in with a knot yeah, wit a knot yeah
I can prolly take your thot yeah
I drop the top on the drop yeah
Ripley's Believe It or Not yeah (Lil Uzi!), or not yeah
I put a cheque on a opp yeah, now he wish he wasn't opp
(Pew pew pew pew pew pew pew)
Look
I done pulled up with a new Range
I might pull up in a new Range
You throwing shots they come back like they boomerang
I f**ked that b*t*h she my boo thang
I f**ked that b*t*h she my boo thang
I been f**king this girl ever since she was with that n***a yeah he a lil lame
You see how he move he think that he cool
But gave his whole crew some lil chains
I never put nothing before the gang
Number 9 yeah that sh*t still in my vains
Can't beef my new b*t*h only beef about change
I put a 40 count right in my slang (yeah)
Yeah, but just like my bank account arm is not broke
Not sharing my money or sharing my soul
I can't give a motherf**k 'bout a hoe
Not sharing my money or sharing my soul
I can't give a motherf**k 'bout a hoe
