Lil Uzi Vert - Let It Blow lyrics

[Intro: Memo600] (My ni**a Deltah in them pots) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Steve Drive Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) [Chorus: Memo600] I ain't with the beefin', come outside, b*tch, and let it blow Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go Shorty wanna fu*k, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low Say, "Why you got extended in your mag?", It's what these b*tches for I ain't with the beefin', come outside, b*tch, and let it blow Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go Shorty wanna fu*k, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low Say, "Why you got extended in your mag?", It's what these b*tches for [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Let's go, my Balmains, they be hangin' low (Lil Uzi) That .40 with a .30 on my side, fu*k ni**a, don't get smoked (Baow) These R&B ass ni**as wasn't outside, what they singin' for? (At all) Lil Uzi Vert, yes, I was right outside by the corner store (Uh-uh) fu*k the b*tch, vámonos (Bye bye), yeah Told the b*tch, "I gotta go" (Gotta go), yeah That's that give and go (Woah) Pass that b*tch to Memo (Woah) She just wanna test my Rolls (Woah, woah) She just wanna feel my gold (Ayy) "Why the fu*k your neck on froze?" (Woah, woah) 'Cause I got the check, lil' ho (Got the check) Light diamonds on my neck made her sneeze (Yeah) I had to bless your ho (Woah) I ain't never test that ho, man, she brung her friend, they bisexual (Let's go) ni**a talk sh*t then we shoot him, aim at his throat, he a vegetable (Bye-bye) All my ni**as on go, my ni**as pull up, you know they come through (Woah) [Chorus: Memo600] I ain't with the beefin', come outside, b*tch, and let it blow Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go Shorty wanna fu*k, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low Say, "Why you got extended in your mag?", It's what these b*tches for I ain't with the beefin' (Uh-uh), come outside, b*tch, and let it blow (Steve Drive) Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go Shorty wanna fu*k, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low (Baow, baow, baow) Say, "Why you got extended in your mag?", It's what these b*tches for [Verse 2: Memo600] No I could not wife none of these who*es (Uh-uh), Dior out the store (b*tch) Better keep your pipe up on you boy, I'll have 'em at your door (Bang, bang) Better run for life, a roar applaud, clap you at that store (Clap, clap, clap) Uzi dropped that load, we known for slaughter, better cuff your daughter And I ain't finna fight with a ni**a over no b*tch, keep your b*tch in order You better not bring no knife or no fist, got my switch on auto Young ni**as play for keeps, check your peeps, they know that's my motto fu*k ni**a get to tweakin' in this b*tch, you can catch a hollow Thot b*tch eat the skeet, she a lil' freak, told the b*tch to swallow fu*ked it off on guns, now I'm tryna buy my block like Ralo Big stepper in this b*tch, I just pulled up like I just hit the lotto [Chorus: Memo600] I ain't with the beefin', come outside, b*tch, and let it blow Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go Shorty wanna fu*k, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low Say, "Why you got extended in your mag?", It's what these b*tches for I ain't with the beefin', come outside, b*tch, and let it blow Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go Shorty wanna fu*k, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low Say, "Why you got extended in your mag?", It's what these b*tches for