[Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
DJ Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin´ planet (Oh)
Escomoe free (Oh)

[Lil Uzi Vert]
I been lookin´ at the sun, but can´t worry
I´m my mama oldest son, can´t get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain´t make a three, now I´m Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheely, yeah
I´m used to the murder, I´m from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin´, shit get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug named Celie

[Lil Uzi Vert]
Takin´ out two hundred at a time, stacked to the ceiling
I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling

These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building (Yeah)
In the penthouse playin´ with a hundred like woah, I ain´t got no feelings
In the penthouse playin´ with a hundred like woah
Big old bag like woah
Get that cash like woah
Snakes in the grass, got more
Everything I say gon´ go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Told my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes
Man, I got the best, I can´t worry
Yeah, I can end your whole history
Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y´all can share me

See I got the foreign cars, my niggas got foreigns and you know they is not holdin´ shit
See me pullin´ up, that boy got a foreign and you know that bitch got the ownership
And if I´m in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
And look at these niggas, they actin´ like gangsters, but they really just on some phony shit
See, I been in the field for a long time
Bad bitches try to fuck on me, I remember when they ain´t pay me no mind
I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin´
I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil´ frontin´
I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it

I remember I started runnin´ this shit, you know I´m gonna keep runnin´ it
Niggas, they mad ´cause I´m still sixteen when it comes to this

[Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
I been lookin´ at the sun, but can´t worry
I´m my mama oldest son, can´t get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain´t make a three, now I´m Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga like a wheely, yeah
I´m used to the murder, I´m from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin´, shit get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug named Celie
I been lookin´ at the sun, I can´t worry
I´m my mama oldest son, can´t get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain´t make a three, now I´m Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I´m used to the murders, I´m from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I´m havin´, bitch gettin´ silly, yeah
I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah

[Future]
Got on baguetties like I been surfing, yes, I made it out that dirt
Friends or foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt
Knockin´ it straight out the park, yeah, shopping as soon as we land
Sippin´ on mud like a trap star, it´s a gift, I count my blessings
In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah

Big old bag like woah
Have a rack go attack like woah
A whole lot of bitches on go
A whole lot of bitches on go
Platinum chain on glow
How many niggas you drop this week?
They´ll never let that go
Shit gettin´ whacked, nigga tryna get bands
Streets gettin´ bloody for these bands
Too corrupted, you can´t be carin´
Hit him in the public, topped him and ran
Floodin´ the ice ´cause the pain it take
Need a new safe to hide all this cake, yeah
Due to the fact I hustle, I get litty
Puttin´ prices on your head like Frank Nitti, yeah
Niggas get killed on camera in my city
When I got them bands, I can´t worry

[Future]
I been lookin´ at the sun, I can´t worry
I´m my mama oldest son, can´t get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain´t make a three, now I´m Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I´m used to the murders, I´m from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I´m havin´, bitch gettin´ silly, yeah
I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah

[ Future]
As long as I got these bands, ain´t no worries
Make your bitch my number one fan and rock my jersey
And the way I shoot my shot, oh yes, I´m Curry
I´m my mama oldest child, can´t get buried

And a nigga got more stripes in the streets than Burberry