Lil Uzi Vert - Yea Hoe lyrics

[Intro] Thugger, Uzi, brrt [Chorus: Young Thug] My lil n***a popping at your brain like yea hoe My n***a we switch, won't do no same like hell no Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in your face, you go If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe I be the richest, I be the richest I got an ole bad b**h and she my Mrs I want to kiss it, I want to lick it I want to bend that muhf**er over and let's get it [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Ok I might pull out in a Rarri yea I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea Looking at my chain white gold, I'm a just call some names Never mind your b**h salty yea She keep calling me Swerve around that b**h while she walking, aye Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days Told your b**h s** on the head and I nut in your mother's face Me and Thugger do so well on Earth cause we from outer space Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money, we got the cake Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money, we got the cake [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] You told me that b**h was cool, that b**h was loose Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts Ya I don't follow no rules Ya my car it don't got no roof Ya hit her so hard she gon sue Ya that lil b**h she not new Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes Ya your b**h stuck to me like glue Counting the money, counting the money, now I'm the man in my city f** with some Z's, f** with big b, driving around in a Bentley Went to the hood, got a lil b**h, bet you Lil Uzi gon hit her Lil Uzi leave that b**h dripping She mad at me pull out Remy Smoking this gas, popping these Xans, ya you know I'm a lean sipper Ain't about money why is you talkin? I smack you right with my hand Lil' Uzi cool like a fan ya My new b**h she got a man ya All these hoes they my fans ya Walking around with all these bands ya [Chorus]