You wanna know a secret? (Shh)
I´m not from this Earth (I´m not)
You wanna know a secret?
I´m not from this Earth (Earth)
I never had a birth (Yeah)

Fell in love with the Perc´ (What?)
I used to eat dirt (Yeah)
Now it´s VLONE my shirt (Ayy)
Put a Glock in my purse (Huh? Mustard on the beat, ho)
Put a Glock in my  (Purse, mm)

Put a Glock in my purse (Huh? Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah)
How the fuck this a purse? (How?)
Ain´t no lip gloss in it (Uh-uh)
Only lean, Penicillin (Penicillin)
All my nigga´s, they dealin´ (Dealin´)

Bought a ´Rari, no ceiling (Skrr)
And I know ´bout the killings (Killings)

But don´t talk ´bout the killings (Woah)
The best rapper from Philly (Yeah)
Run the game, no Achilles (Yeah, sheesh)
I ain´t like TLC (Uh-uh)
But was in love with Chilli (Facts)
Now she wan´ be with me (Huh?)
´Cause I got all the millies (Yeah, yeah)
Skate through these hoes in my sneaks (Yeah)
Like I´m rockin´ some heelies
If you got beef with me (Beef)
Better make you some chili (You better)
I got too much on me
Can´t fit in my pockets, put the Glock in my briefs (Glock in my briefs)
Put the Glock in my bag, got a Kelly on me (Got a Kelly on me)
Ooh, I got a Birkin (I got a Birkin), bitch
Ooh, I got a Birkin (I got a Birkin), bitch

Ooh, your bitch want a Birkin (Ayy), mm

Put a Glock in my purse (Phew)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah)
Put a Glock in my purse (Huh?)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah)
How the fuck this a purse? (How?)
Ain´t no lip gloss in it (Nah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Yeah)
All my nigga´s, they dealin´ (Woah, hmm)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah)
How the fuck this a purse? (How?)
Ain´t no lip gloss in it (Woah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Woah)
All my nigga´s, they dealin´ (Yeah)

I don´t think it´s a purse
Look at it like a bag
How you talkin´ ´bout purse? (How?)
If you fuck with red rag (Huh?)
Say when you say you got foreign (Yeah)
When it´s really a jag (Ayy)
If it had two straps (What?)
You would call it backpack (Facts)
But it got one strap (Phew)
And it´s holdin´ the mags (Phew)
Mixin´ up the designer (Phew)
All my clothes, yeah, they clash (Phew)
And my bitch so thick (Phew)
That I walk on her ass (Oh my God)
And my bitch so rich (Woah)
That she walkin´ through cash (Huh?)
And my bitch so boujee (Yeah)

That she walkin´ on glass (Glass)
Yes I am Lil Uzi (Uzi)
Way richer than my dad (Yeah)
And I fuck with my dad (I do)
But that´s only like half (Uh)
And way back when I was younger (Yeah)
He thought I was a  (What?)
´Cause I wore skinny jeans (Jeans)
And my shirts, they was plaid (Plaid)
But look how I turned out
I know that they sad (I know that they sad)
I know someone´s mad (I know someone´s mad)
But I hope that my dad, yeah, he glad (I hope so)

I am out of my fucking mind (Hahaha)
And she´s fucking me and sucking me until she´s out of her mind
Yeah

Everytime I buy my bitch a bag, I buy myself a bag (Phew)
Fifty for her bag, forty-five for my bag, fifty for my bag, whatever (Phew, phew)
We get the Birkins from the lady out in Miami (Ay)

Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Phew)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah, nah)
How the fuck this a purse? (How?)
Ain´t no lip gloss in it (Nah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Yeah)
All my nigga´s, they dealin´ (Woah, hmm)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)

No, this is not a purse (Yeah)
How the fuck this a purse? (How?)
Ain´t no lip gloss in it (Woah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Woah)
All my nigga´s, they dealin´ (Lil Uzi)