Silly Watch

[Intro] Yeah Woo, woo (Let's go, Mario) Woo, woo (Let's go) Woo, woo, woo (Yeah) Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah) [Chorus] Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock Fuck on your bitch, 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 Mille, this not a silly watch (Woah) All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (Hello?) At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Blah) [Verse 1] Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butterscotch Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot Got my money, then I had to just flood the block (Yeah) I'm the only one that fucked on that bitch But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block (Ayy, ayy) Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block We got shooters that's gon' pull up and X your block (Blah) Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah) Makin' money like a nigga don't need to drop One eye open, 'Luminati like Fetty Wap Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots Gettin' 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 bitch, yeah, she live in New York But I took her right down right in LA Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly Intersection probably where, um, the felons be I'm on Rodeo, it ain't shit you could tell to me And I'm on a boat, it ain't shit you could sell to me [Chorus] Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock Fuck on your bitch, 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 Mille, this not a silly watch All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot [Verse 2] I was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lot Highbridge, I was just right there on the block What do they got in common with Uzi? (Yeah) We get money and we fucked up just on your thots (Yeah) Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot I'm so lit, I could make your whole strip hot Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rock Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thot Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top This Chanel, no, I don't wear no Baccarat Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock I'm in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot Seventeen-five for a t-shirt He got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah Gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs I'm a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop Hugh Hefner died, so I can't get bunny top I can never die unless all my money stops Fuckin' all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot Countin' up my millions, you know it's up a lot (Yeah) [Chorus] Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock Fuck on your bitch, 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 Mille, this not a silly watch All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)