เนื้อเพลง Original Uzi (4 of Us) - Lil Uzi Vert

N*gga I tucked the burner
Don't wanna f*ck, I swerve her
That be that, bye bye birdie
My new lil' b*tch, she thirty
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'
Pull up on you n*gga Four of us, Four of us
Four of us, Four of us, Four of us

Cuban wrist now I'm colder
Diamonds on me now I'm colder
Gettin' money so I'm older
Gettin' paper now I'm bolder
Jump in a GTR, Drive it drive it like its stolen (what?)
F*ck that b*tch, hit record, (yuh)
Flash on so she know it (yuh)
She know it, she know it, she know it, she know it
Diamonds so big in the rollie
Jump in my whip do a donut
Cop behind me I won't slow up
Takin' xanax 'til I throw up
Where you from n*gga I'm throwin' up
Pull up on you n*gga Four of us, four of us
Four of us, four of us, four of us

N*gga I tucked the burner
Don't wanna f*ck, I swerve her
That be that bye bye birdie
My new lil b*tch, she thirty
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'
Drinkin that clean like dirty
Yeah, huh, wait, (Skrrt!)

Pull up that whip with curtains
Pull up that whip with curtains
When it rain you know the umbrella right in the door (ya)
F*cked your girl she like water (yeah)
No I do not wanna keep her
That be the end of the story

N*gga I tucked the burner
Don't wanna f*ck, I swerve her
That be that bye bye birdie
My new lil b*tch, she thirty
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'
Pull up on you n*gga
Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us
N*gga I tucked the burner
Don't wanna f*ck, I swerve her
That be that bye bye birdie
My new lil' b*tch, she thirty
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'
Pull up on you n*gga
Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us
Yeah

My pockets they stick out like a brick (what)
Your pockets they look light like a feather
Yeah, I don't cheat (what)
Me and my girl f*ck b*tches together (Yeah)
I wear jackets no matter the weather
Rocking red Balmain leather
I be thinking life is a set up
Bout to go out with Berreta (Huh, Yeah)
Gotta pull out in this metal
You a get Pac just like Kelly
But I want World Peace just like Metta
Like cottage cheese that's a fetta
She a lightskin when I'm redder
That's your b*tch n*gga better get her
Cause my picture all on her header
On Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter
Better get your b*tch n*gga I'll rip her
Had her up on my bed then I flipped her
Yeah, wet like flipper
Yeah, wet like dippers
What? In my slippers
Yeah, did I mention
Yeah, now she with' me
(What) She get attached then I clip it
Rick Owen boots with the zippers
Okay you hip but I'm hipper
Shoot with that missle I'll miss you
She s*ck my d*ck then kiss you
On the real that is the issue

N*gga I tucked the burner
Don't wanna f*ck, I swerve her
That be that bye bye birdie
My new lil' b*tch, she thirty
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'
Pull up on you n*gga
Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us
N*gga I tucked the burner
Don't wanna f*ck, I swerve her
That be that bye bye birdie
My new lil' b*tch, she thirty
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'
Pull up on you n*gga
Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us