Ike Beats - Original Uzi (4 of Us) lyrics

[Hook] n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that, bye bye birdie My new lil' b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a four of us, four of us Four of us, four of us, four of us [Verse 1] 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?) f** that b**h, 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 n***a I'm throwin' up Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us Four of us, four of us, four of us [Hook] n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Drinkin that clean like dirty Yeah, huh, wait, (Skrrt!) [Verse 2] Pull up that whip with curtains Pull up that whip with curtains When it rain you know the umbrella right in the door (ya) f**ed your girl she like water (yeah) No I do not wanna keep her That be the end of the story [Hook] n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us Yeah [Verse 3] 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 f** b**hes 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 b**h n***a better get her Cause my picture all on her header On Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter Better get your b**h n***a 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 s** my dick then kiss you On the real that is the issue [Hook] n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us n***a I tucked the burner Don't wanna f**, I swerve her That be that bye bye birdie My new lil' b**h, she thirty Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' Pull up on you n***a Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us