text: G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahahaha
  Eight hundred gods, yes I be with like eight hundred guys
  In the kitchen whip eight hundred pies
  Disrespectful, you a son of mine
  I will hit you with this gun of mine
  Wet you like you just got baptized
  Bitch, I stay right in that trap house
  Whippin bricks and off that Act high
  You the type nigga that act high
  Talkin shit, nigga, no rap back
  Ima have to make them bullets fly
  Lil Uzi lit up ten guys
  Fuck your bitch then make her pussy cry
  Then I might have to take you out
  Like four-five have your ass penalized
  Honestly, you not a friend of mine
  Whippin up, whippin that thirty-six
  Everything, use these them dirty bricks
  Tryna rob me, boy you dumb as shit
  Extended clip right on that forty-fifth
  And we dont say thot, we say cat, nigga
  So tell that cat just to come eat the dick
  Turn around clappin then do a split
  Put 24k on a nigga wrist
  Pay eighty for platinum in nigga mouth
  You owe me some money, run in your house
  And that be your bitch, but she gave me mouth
  I aimed for her face, skeeted on her blouse
  And that be your side-relation child
  And Lil Uzi Vert, yeah he OD wild
  And I sip that lean, purple in my mouth
  I feel like Rick James steppin on your couch
  Lets get it!
  Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
  Fuck it all, Lil Uzi
  Lil Uzi, young nigga