Silly Watch

作词 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester

作曲 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester

Yeah (What's good, Mario?)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Let's go)

Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo (Yeah)

Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock

Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock

I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock

Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap

Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)

All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop

Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)

At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot

Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots

I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock

That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot

Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot

Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)

Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot

Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah)

Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot

Yeah, she caramel but I call that b!tch butterscotch

Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot

Got my money, then I had to just flex the block

I'm the only one that fxcked on that b!tch

But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block

Yeah, I pulled up in my car, b!tch, I blessed the block

We got shooters that's gon' pull up and ax your block (Blah)

Woof, woof, woof, woof (Yeah)

Makin' money like a n!gga don't need the drop

One eye open, Illuminati like Fetty Wap

Michael wave, help me drive out the reddy rock

Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots

Hatin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stop

Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop?

She look good but she wear Fashion Nova

Took her shoppin', put her right in some vetements

Got a b!tch, yeah, she live in New York

But I took her right down, right in L.A

Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly

Inner section, probably where all the fellars be

I'm on Rodeo, it ain't sh!t you could tell to me

And I'm on a boat, it ain't sh!t you could sell to me

Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock

Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock

I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock

Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap

Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)

All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop

Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)

At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot

Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots

I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock

That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot

Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot

Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)

Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot

Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah)

I was chillin' with the n!ggas you fear a lot

High bridge, I was right just there on the lot

What do they got in common with Uzi

We get money and we fxck up just on your thots

Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot

I'm so lit, I could make your whole streaming hot

Hit your b!tch, yeah, she make me want body rock

Get your b!tch, she a thotty, oh, thotty-thot

Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy-top

This Chanel, no, I don't wear no pocket rock

With the Vegas, made some money off baccarat

Raf Simons jeans, they got pocket rocket

I'm in Eliott, keep track of these diamond slots

Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot

Seventy-five for a T-shirt

He a half, like he pulled up just with a crop

Woah, gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs

I'm a hero on my bike, b!tch, I bunny-hop

Hugh Hefner die so I can't get bunny top

I can never die unless all my money stops (Ooh)

Fxckin' on your b!tch and now you's a thumb a lot

When I do that, yeah, I make that b!tch cum a lot

Countin' up my millions, you know it's (Yeah)

Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock

Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock

I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock

Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap

Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)

All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop

Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)

At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot

Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots

I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock

That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot

Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot

Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)

Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot

Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)