Lil Uzi Vert Light Year (Practice)

I like real ratchet bitches (Keep goin') I mean real ratchet bitches (Brr, keep goin') I see all these girls and they lookin' so thick (Keep goin') But I got real racks to get (Real racks to get, I ain't worried 'bout them) Rick Owen match the bed, yes, I sleep in designer Eatin' my cereal with ice-ice diamonds, so when I'm eatin' breakfast, I'm shinin' (Yeah) Tony Hawk, Lil Uzi be grindin' Diamonds, they pissy and Issey Raf Simons I'ma be litty, I'll wait 'til I'm fifty No, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me She suckin' Daytona, and every timе that she go deep throat, it feel like the hеmi (Feel like hemi) At the least, it's a burst, I don't do no semi Like I don't think a purse could hold all these new bands (Let's go) Like racks look so dumb in my pants I got so much like I need a suitcase, like I'm the type of nigga beat my case and the motherfuckin' judge never saw my face Look at them now Know it's some niggas that think I'm a clown That's cool, this money can, um, get you down Bitch, we in Philly with three thousand rounds Nobody want smoke, we got beef out of town Niggas be like, "Why you always out of town?" Shit, I'm on the jet with this pound (You know Vert slide in a Q50, R.I.P. Lil Jeff, strapped up like a Bloodhound) Okay, let's talk 'bout the pape' I got all types of cake, I made three M's off eighths Made like fifty off hit, and I'm still on my shit, and I'm rich, no debate Pardon my Wraith, I mean this is a spaceship My girl lookin' good, always think of you lesser In my bedroom and my eyes'll undress her Her head on the dresser like, "Damn, girl, you sexy" Shout out my Patek, my Patek my bestie Been ballin' so long, I swear I need an ESPY Diamond my neck, yeah, that shit like Wayne Gretzky Now he got the switch, but he used to watch Jessie Disney Channel, that nigga be catchy I'm catchy too, but I watched Ed, Edd n Eddy Need to stretch all these fake-ass niggas 'cause they fetty I ain't gon' lie, I don't think that they ready I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready (Woah) Think that they ready, I don't think that they ready I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready Think that they ready, I don't think that they ready I don't think that they ready, I don't think that they ready I got the fan on me just like I'm Jake (Huh?), money all over the place Diamonds cleansin' your face just like up, like ovation No, I never fucked your bitch, I'm just smashin' her face I got glass on the bezel, got glass on the face But it came like this, it's a factory date These niggas pussy, they soft like a chafer Irritatin' that bitch, you so aggravatin' Fuck you thought, that I lost? I'm swaggin', I'm awesome, I'm saucy, my brain, I lost it Just like Randy, put my arm out, I'm awesome Put a hole in the nigga like a dolphin I told my big bro we ain't takin' losses I got some secret money in the coffin Smokin' the Candy Shop, it got me coughin' Bitch, it's so hot like I turned on defroster I'm fresh off the nitrous, ain't mess up a bit-it How you say that I'm soft when I'm always revealin' you? Got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess who's the villain now? He call sixteen hoes, shit, I guess he a dunzo Now she be on two drums, on your bongo Smoke so much, I don't know where my lungs go Stand on my money, I'm tall as Mutombo Come to my block, yeah, it look like a gunshow Trap out apartments, it's only a front door Puttin' on for my block 'fore I could leave, fronto Put my arms in my hoodie, this shit look like a puncho If I stand on the money, then I'm tall like Huncho Look, I ain't tryna tussle, end of discussion My shooter with me got bodies like he Russian Fast money, slow money, I don't care, I ain't rushin' My block hot, this shit like an oven This shit like an oven, this shit, it be bustin' I ain't Hollywood, do some shit for my cousin (Yeah) That's what I'm posed to, but that shit wasn't nothin' I just got a nigga hit for like four or five hundred I just came from the A with like four or five buttons (Eternal Atake 2)