A Lot (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) - Zaytoven

Ay, ay, ay, ay, that prolly Tago Al Geno on the track Ay, panorama roof, I'm watchin' when the rain go I think that I can count a million with my eyes closed I done did some dirt that only God knows Tell the plug that he could send it up, the number low Hustle all day, I count the money at night Expectin' them to change, so I wasn't surprised (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Five-star hotel, I just got off a jet I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' Pulled up in the Range, fully loaded Ay, came through with some sticks, they fully loaded Police had threw a flash, had me in holding cells Ain't breakin' down no bag, you know it's whole we sell I pack two, nigga, NoCap Machiavelli I'm the new 'Pac, NoCap Hail Mary Them clips look like bananas, but I'm rockin' Burberry Niggas I love wanna see me lose, that shit got real scary, damn Ay, you see me flexin' on that 'Gram Ay, 'cause bitch, that's what I really am Ay, my pockets fat, I'm missin' Slim I'm a savage and I'm ballin, call me 21, Tim', nigga Double Gs on me, call me go getta Born in this shit so I didn't have to go recruit killers I don't know who told you But girl I'm a player, still fuck, won't lay up I heard the opps got some tints, the car need to be painted Might as well let me spray it up They didn't have to ask, I was down to my last I'm eatin' a hundred grand on favors (Oh, Lord, oh, no) Ay, panorama roof, I'm watchin' when the rain go I think that I can count a million with my eyes closed I done did some dirt that only God knows Tell the plug that he could send it up, the number low Hustle all day, I count the money at night Expectin' them to change, so I wasn't surprised (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Five-star hotel, I just got off a jet I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' I'm not flexin', I'm not braggin' We was four deep in that van and we tagged 'em I thought them niggas, they was real, they was actin' It's all good, we not gon' trip, we gon' tax 'em Oh Lord, callin' on the Lord like I talk to the Devil sometimes Every time I lose somebody you know that it's numb time I sit back, take a pill and think about 'em, all the good times Steppin' on these niggas for my pain (Steppin' on) Steppin' on these niggas for my pain (Yeah) Better bulletproof your umbrella 'Cause we known to make it rain Man, he turned out to be a fake fella That boy he not the same (The same) He changed up on his dawgs, man, he changed up on the game Man, he changed up on the game That boy switchin' lanes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) That's what you call a lame My boy got the same (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I said, every time they catch a stain (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Promised to my dawgs wouldn't change with that fame Everybody got water drippin' on 'em, no drain We gon' keep on catchin' these bodies Until my niggas find that mane (Whoa) Ayy, panorama roof, I'm watchin' when the rain go I think that I can count a million with my eyes closed (With my eyes closed) I done did some dirt that only God knows (God knows) Tell the plug that he could send it up, the number low (Yeah) Hustle all day, I count the money at night (At night) Expectin' them to change, so I wasn't surprised (Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah) Five-star hotel, I just got off a jet (Yeah, yeah) I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' (Yeah) I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' 1600

Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God (yeah) And I want you to leave (and I want you to leave) You are not who I need (you are not who I need) Our love's all pretend I could feel weed, it's a trend I was better off with your friend (yeah) Think we can talk it out? Maybe (ooh) Or we could talk about your daydreams Think we can talk it out? Maybe Or we can talk about your daydreams Feels like a million miles between you and me So if you can go without it, I want you to leave I want you to leave Take control, and let me know 'Cause I can't stay here, I need to go If I give you my name, I know I'm sure (about you) If you play them mind games, I'll show you the door I'm tryna learn from my mistakes 'Cause I know I only got one more chance I know you've been burned by all these games I'm just tryna be a better man Think we can talk it out? Maybe Or we can talk about your daydreams Feels like a million miles between you and me So if you can go without it, I want you to leave I want you to leave Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God (yeah) Oh my God (yeah) Oh my God (ayy) Oh my God (Lil Uzi)

Psycho Yeah, yeah I'm the first one that gon' turn up the mob Fuckin' that bitch and her aunt, yeah (huh?) I got the motherfuckin' Glock on me, yeah I got that 40 like what? Yeah (Glocky) I don't even know of these niggas, nuh-uh (bop) Mask on my face like I rob, yeah Niggas, they talkin' that shit, but nuh-uh (shh) None of these niggas, they raw, uh I done pulled up with a whole lot of guap Pulled up, a whole lot of knots, yeah (of my guap) I done pulled up with a whole lot of thots Most of these niggas, they opps, uh I don't even know why these niggas, they opps Most of thеse niggas get popped, uh That was for free and that shit was from mе That shit, it came with a dot, yeah That shit, it came with a price, ooh My neck, it came with some ice, ooh (ice) Fucked on your bitch, that was twice, uh (twice) Fucked on your bitch, that was twice, uh (twice) I had to go outside 'Cause I felt like I was the only one out of space (Out of space, out of space, huh) Where am I? (Whoa) Yeah, yeah, outer space (oh, my God) Yeah (what?), outer space (what? Yeah) Yeah (huh?), outer space (oh, my God), yeah (what?) Outer space, outer space (what? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (where am I?) Outer space, outer space (huh? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (whoa) Outer space, outer space (huh? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (yeah) Outer space, outer space (what?) Outer space, outer space (yeah, ayy) Sheesh, fee, fee I've been countin' racks ever since 3G (racks) Stackin' them rackies up, stand like three feet (yeah) Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee-hee (what?) My boys, they trappin', they sellin' it Hitting the block, it go hee-hee (yeah) Takin' the molly, the better batch That shit gon' hit you like hee-hee (what?) I just pulled out the Lamb', yeah I got a slatt like him, yeah I'm on the side of the Benz Don't put up with molly, I poured up this lean, yeah I do this, yeah, huh, I do this, haha, yeah, yeah I'm on the X, I be zooted, yeah (uh) I'm on the Perc', I be fooded, yeah Hop out the four-door, I swerve, swerve (woo) I'm in the sky, I'm a bird, bird My twizzy sliming, they birds, lurk (bop) Yeah, told her, "Let's get it" (get it) I've been up inside that Tonk', yeah Who decided you could talk? Yeah I been chillin' at the top, yeah My wrist so heavy, it's a mop (lil' moppy) I just called up my lil' demon He told me to take every Perc' 'til it's gone (boot) I just woke up, take a X for the boot up Out my mind, bitch, I'm feeling like Buddha (out my mind) Blicky hammer, got to send me a photo (baow) Stilpane, pour the eight in my soda (uh, uh) I've been countin' racks ever since 3G Stackin' them rackies up, stand like three feet (racks) Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee-hee (yeah) My boys, they trappin', they sellin' it Hitting the block, it go hee-hee (oh, my God) Outer space (oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (huh, oh my God) Outer space, outer space (whoa) Outer space, outer space (whoa, oh my God) Outer space, outer space Outer space, outer space, outer space (huh, oh my God) Outer space, outer space (oh my God) Outer space, outer space (yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, brr) Yeah-eh I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son I don't even know how I made it I was nervous, but I had patience I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest I don't even know how I made it Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby" Fuck me, you get Mercedes Fuck me, you get Mercedes I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood) I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good) I know I'm misunderstood (yah, fuck 'em) I know that you're all alone I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (ayy) Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white, so there's no burial (Lil Uzi) Now, back up Shawty gave me brain (what?), she got her master's (yeah) Pull up with ten whips (whips), like, what's a Mazda? (Yeah) My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (whoa) I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (none) I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)

I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah, DY Krazy) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah Yeah And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game Uh-huh Five, four, three, two, one I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done Said I changed when the money start comin' How the fuck you think I wasn't gonna catch on to all that game you was runnin'? See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider That's why you ain't want me to wear no condom Now tell me what's that about? Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot? She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt) Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out Man, you see I don't care about love I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too I think her mama even feelin' me too You got a million excuse When you broke, I just bought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah Summertime, top off But all my seats, they all made of goose I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah) Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop But I can't blame her because Babygirl had to get her bills paid They was up and I got my meals late Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great I still feel weight Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me Damn It's just a lullaby, yeah Sometimes you just gotta say bye (I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah (Put me on my side) Picture me, broke as shit (what?) Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (yeah) Probably be flippin' bricks (yeah) Probably be pimpin' chicks (yeah) I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin' We kill niggas for like 50 G's (flex) I got that nigga hit for a ten piece (yeah) They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone Shit, man, we kill for fun Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs 'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (yeah) Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (so?) If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin' But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (fresh) They'll pull a white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah And it's just crazy how The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (goodbye, world) These bitches be plottin' on you All you gotta do at the end of the day You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way Yeah It's just a lullaby

Zaytoven Gucci to the sock Gucci to the sock Gucci to the sock Gucci to the sock I just talked to Zay I was on the block, he was on the way They keep calling my phone they tripping (hello?) Hello I don't wanna talk girl leave me 'lone (yeah) I can't go outside watch I come off strong Can you hear me up please don't call my phone (hello) I'ma count the guap baby all alone, yeah Now I'm all alone (ya) Please don't call my phone Stackin' all my bags, 'cause my money long Not goin' out sad man I'm comin' strong, ya Let's go, pop a rubber band make it rain, let's snow When I'm in the field bitch I ball like Romo, yeah All on my own, yeah All on my phone Girl, don't call on my phone She in love with me, but that's your hoe You say it's loyalty that's a no, no Hit it on the screen, use the GoPro Pull up on the scene with a .44 Tryna flex on me that's a no show You ain't gettin' no guap, you got no shows Rockin' Saint Laurent you got no clothes (skrrt) You too dull (ya) Rolling loud I don't wanna talk girl leave me 'lone (yeah) I can't go outside watch I come off strong Can you hear me up please don't call my phone (hello) I'ma count the guap baby all alone, yeah Now I'm all alone (ya) Please don't call my phone Stackin' all my bags, 'cause my money long Not goin' out sad man I'm comin' strong, ya AP on my wrist, ice my watch My phone keep on ringin' (ya), it won't stop Whip that pot, wrist on lock Pull up drop, diamond water need a drop Gucci to the socks, I just talked to Zay I was on the block, he was on the way He said what you got? Zay we 'bout to get paid Zay said money that's all great but, but boy you better pray, ya Boy you better pray 'cause no matter What you do you know your sins gon' wash away She ain't tryna give up, she won't get up out my face I just count up 50's got them hundreds on the way I don't wanna talk girl leave me 'lone (yeah) I can't go outside watch I come off strong Can you hear me up please don't call my phone (hello) I'ma count the guap baby all alone, yeah Now I'm all alone (ya) Please don't call my phone Stackin' all my bags, 'cause my money long Not goin' out sad man I'm comin' strong, ya