Neon Guts (feat. Pharrell Williams) - Lil Uzi Vert

La, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la La, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la Can't you feel it? Hear them, don't you see? Stand up, dance about it Don't just look at me, come on, let's talk about it Treat it like the King 'cause you know you can't live without it Shit is all over TV; outside, the streets are crowded (Wait, wait, hey) Get down (Wait, wait, wait) Get down (Wait, wait, hey) Get down (Wait, wait, wait) Get down Can't you feel it, baby? Woah We are livin', baby, oh I don't think you get it baby, no You are gifted baby, woah (Hey) All these people, don't you love it? Yeah, don't you love it? So many different people, don't you love it? Yeah, don't you love it? ROYGBIV, favorite color Yeah, don't you love it? Love everywhere, so we comin' Yeah, don't you love it? I'm feelin' this new vibration (Why, why, why, why) And it's takin' over your nation (Ayy) For all those oppressed, and statesmen (Why, why, why, why) You need a MDMA vacation I used to see a thing, this is my confession But she's a queen, and her body's a blessin' One day, they'll convene to teach mankind a lesson 'Cause right now, I see power when I see her midsection (Move) Hear them, don't you see? Stand up, dance about it Don't just look at me, come on, let's talk about it Treat it like the King 'cause you know you can't live without it Shit is all over TV; outside, the streets are crowded (Wait, wait, hey) Get down (Wait, wait, wait) Get down (Wait, wait, hey) Get down (Wait, wait, wait) Get down Ayy, ayy, ayy, get down Ayy, ayy, ayy, get down Ayy, ayy, ayy, get down Ayy, ayy, ayy, get down God didn't make her for man's subjections Manmade rules and religious projections She's figurin' out how to bottle man's obsessions 'Cause I see power when I see her midsection (Move)

Uh, Cadillac grills, Cadillac mills Check out the oil my Cadillac spills Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills 20 inch wide, 20 inches high Hoe don't you like my 20 inch ride 20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes Hoping for American 20 inch pies Pretty ass clothes, pretty ass toes Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes Pretty ass high class anything goes Catch 'em in the club throwin' pretty ass 'bows Long John drawers, long John stalls Any stank puss' make my long John pause Women on they cell makin' long John calls And if they like to juggle, get long John's balls All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin' ass niggaz wit the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows) All my women in the house if you chasin' cash And you got some big titties wit a matchin' ass Witcha fly ass boots or ya open toes When ya get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows) Dirty South mind blowin', Dirty South bread Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed Sleep in a cot' pickin' Dirty South bed Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down socks Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box And good fella rich niggaz hand me down stocks Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold 40 Glock cal' keep your mouth on hold Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth cold And rip out ya tongue 'cause of what ya mouth told Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D You can sweat from a burn in the third degree And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin' ass niggaz wit the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows) All my women in the house if you chasin' cash And you got some big titties wit a matchin' ass Witcha fly ass boots or ya open toes When ya get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows) Hit by stars, hit by cars Drunk off the liquor gettin' hit by bars Keep yo' girl close 'cause she's hit by far Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars Afro picks, Afro chicks I let my soul glow from my Afro dick Rabbit out the hat pullin' Afro tricks Afro-American, Afro thick Overall country, overall jeans Overall Georgia, we overall clean Southern hospitality or overall mean Overall triple, overall beams Thugged out niggaz wear thugged out chains Thugged out blocks playin' thugged out games All black tinted up thugged out Range DTP stay doing thugged out thangs All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin' ass niggaz wit the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows) All my women in the house if you chasin' cash And you got some big titties wit a matchin' ass Witcha fly ass boots or ya open toes When ya get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows) All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin' ass niggaz wit the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows) All my women in the house if you chasin' cash And you got some big titties wit a matchin' ass Witcha fly ass boots or ya open toes When ya get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows) Nigga throw dem 'bows Nigga throw dem 'bows Nigga throw dem 'bows Nigga throw dem 'bows

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake, shake, shake your money maker Like you were shakin' it for some paper Took your mama nine months to make ya Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya You, you lookin' good in them jeans I bet you look even better with me in between I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind But you's a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind I got on my right side, pourin' some cups My whole hood is to my left, and they ain't giving a fuck So feel free to get lose and get carried away So by tomorrow you forgot what you was sayin' today But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet And how everywhere you turn, I'll be making you wet 'cause you can Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and Switch it 'til you running right out of breath and Take a break until you ready again and You can invite over as many friends as You want to, but I really want you Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you somethin' to bump to, hey! Luda, I'm at the top of my game You want my hands from the bottom to the top of your frame And I just wanna take a lil' ride on your curves And get erotic, giving your body just what it deserves and Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius, yup! Call me the Renaissance man Get up, and I stay harder than a cinder block, man, hey! I'm just a bedroom gangster And I been meanin' to tell ya that I really must thank ya when you Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Release Therapy, rock, rock, rock, rock Release Therapy, rock, rock, rock, rock Rock, rock, rock it and make it work, girl Please don't stop it until it hurt, girl You, you been lookin' a little tipsy So if you could just shake it a little this way See I'm a member of the BBC The original breadwinner of DTP And you the center of attention that's distracting the squad 'Cause everybody in the camp is like, "Oh my God, she could Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh

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

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)