Lil Uzi Vert - Call Me Right Back (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Tell me not to call you then you call me right back Say you trust me but peep when you're fallin' back Tell me not to call you then you call me right back Call me right back You tell me not to call you then you call me right back Say you trust me but peep when you're fallin' back If we ever fell I don't ever fall back Even though in this world I never saw that [Verse 1] All the things I do for her All the things she do for d** Then again she do for us Started off with just some lust Then again it was a must Even though we fight and fuss Buy diamonds then we hug Face down that's how I f** Like I ain't new to this Been around the world All types, all types of girls I love you, drivin' in that Porsche Like oh yeah Brittany like slow down When I hit it from the back Brittany like slow down She put on a show now [Bridge] Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah f** her on the counter, yeah I'ma give her diamonds, oh yeah I'ma go Rambo, oh yeah f** around on camera, oh yeah [Verse 2] Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up Yeah, saw a bad b**h in a tan truck Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom Aye, stole my whole style then I switched it Told 'em slow down in the kitchen Cause he whip it like it's Bisquick Like lookin' at my Rollie get you right on my hit list The way your b**h lookin' at me get her right on my hit list Yeah, you can't do nothin' with me No, you can't do nothin' with me Yeah, you can't do nothin' with me I'm just bein' honest, aye I'm just bein' honest, aye Count that check, that comma, aye I might Saint Laurent it Balmain, Saint Laurent it Got your b**h all on me, aye I don't wanna harm her, aye Got my old b**h on me, aye Drive around I own it, aye Drive around, skrt, like I stole it, aye All my clothes designer, aye I don't ever fold 'em, aye I remember cold days Now my diamonds colder, aye Changed on ya, that's on my neck Come right back like Notre Dame [Outro] Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up Yeah, saw a bad b**h in a tan truck Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom Don't get what she want she throw a tantrum Get her what she want cause my bands up You couldn't get her what she want cause you random You be hatin' on the low, no you a fan, yeah Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up Yeah, saw a bad b**h in a tan truck Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom