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Original Uzi (4 of Us)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Lead Vocals
Ike Beatz
Ike Beatz
Programming
Maaly Raw
Maaly Raw
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivison Smith
Ivison Smith
Songwriter
Jamaal Henry
Jamaal Henry
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ike Beatz
Ike Beatz
Producer
Maaly Raw
Maaly Raw
Producer
Kesha Lee
Kesha Lee
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Nigga I tucked the burner Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her That be that, bye bye birdie My new lil' bitch, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you nigga four of us, four of us Four of us, four of us, four of us Cuban wrist now I'm colder Diamonds on me now I'm colder Gettin' money so I'm older Gettin' paper now I'm bolder Jump in a GTR, Drive it drive it like its stolen (what?) Fuck that bitch, hit record, (yuh) Flash on so she know it (yuh) She know it, she know it, she know it Diamonds so big in the rollie Jump in my whip do a donut Cop behind me I won't slow up Takin' xanax 'til I throw up Where you from nigga I'm throwin' up Pull up on you nigga Four of us, four of us Four of us, four of us, four of us Nigga I tucked the burner Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil bitch, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Drinkin that clean like dirty Yeah, huh, wait, (Skrrt!) Pull up that whip with curtains Pull up that whip with curtains When it rain you know the umbrella right in the door (ya) Fucked your girl she like water (yeah) No I do not wanna keep her That be the end of the story Nigga I tucked the burner Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil bitch, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you nigga Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us Nigga I tucked the burner Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' bitch, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you nigga Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us Yeah My pockets they stick out like a brick (what) Your pockets they look light like a feather Yeah, I don't cheat (what) Me and my girl fuck bitches together (Yeah) I wear jackets no matter the weather Rocking red Balmain leather I be thinking life is a set up Bout to go out with Berreta (Huh, Yeah) Gotta pull out in this metal You a get Pac just like Kelly But I want World Peace just like Metta Wait, countin' cheese that's that feta She a lightskin when I'm redder That's your bitch nigga better get her Cause my picture all on her header On Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter Better get your bitch nigga I'll rip her Had her up on my bed then I flipped her Yeah, wet like flipper Yeah, wet like dippers What? In my slippers Yeah, did I mention Yeah, now she wit' me (What) She get attached then I clip it Rick Owen boots with the zippers Okay you hip but I'm hipper Shoot with that missile, won't miss you She suck my dick then kiss you On the real that is the issue Nigga I tucked the burner Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' bitch, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you nigga Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us Nigga I tucked the burner Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' bitch, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you nigga Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Jamaal Talib Henry, Ike Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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