Silly Watch

Lyrics

Yeah (woo, woo)
 Woo, woo (let's go, Mario)
 (Let's go) woo, woo, woo
 Yeah, woo, woo (Lil Uzi Vert)
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Yeah!
 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 we wan' hit my Diddy Bop
 Tell the teller at the bank, um, just gimme lots
 At the dealer, I can 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 walking cop
 Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot
 Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot
 Bend it over little baby, just arch a lot
 Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butter scotch
 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 come and just neck the block
 Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block
 We got shooters that 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
 Getting 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 shopping, put her right in some Vetements
 Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York, but I took her right down right in L.A.
 Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
 In the section prolly 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
 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 we wan' hit my Diddy Bop
 Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
 At the dealer, I can pull this shit off the lot
 Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
 I got niggas that be moving 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 walking cop
 Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot
 Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot
 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 can make your whole strip hot
 Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rock
 Yea, 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 at 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 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 stop
 Fuckin' 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)
 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 we wan' hit my Diddy Bop
 Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
 At the dealer, I can pull this shit off the lot
 Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
 I got niggas that be moving 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 walking cop
 Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot
 Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:15
Key
8
Tempo
130 BPM

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