Lil Uzi Vert – Silly Watch Lyrics

Silly Watch By Lil Uzi Vert

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)

Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
F--- on your b----, 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 s--- off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin’ thots
I got n----- that be movin’ the tan rock
That’s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n----- 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 Garcons, use my heart a lot (Blah)

Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel, but I call that b---- butterscotch
Dove bars, yeah, they choppin’ that soap a lot
Got my money, then I had to just flood the block
I’m the only one that f----- on that b----
But I made that ho just c-- and just neck the block
Yeah, I pulled up in my car, b----, 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 n---- 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 b----, 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 fellas be
I’m on Rodeo, it ain’t s--- you could tell to me
And I’m on a boat, it ain’t s--- you could sell to me

Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
F--- on your b----, 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 s--- off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin’ thots
I got n----- that be movin’ the tan rock
That’s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n----- 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 Garcons, use my heart a lot

I was chillin’ with the n----- you fear a lot
Highbridge, I was just right there on the block
What do they got in common with Uzi?
We get money and we f--- up just on your thots
Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot
I’m so lit, I could make your whole strip hot
Hit your b----, yeah, she make me wan’ body rock
Yeah, your b----, 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, b----, I bunny hop
Hugh Hefner died, so I can’t get bunny top
I can never die unless all my money stops
F-----’ all on your b---- and I use a thumb a lot
When I do that, yeah, I make that b---- c-- a lot
Countin’ up my millions, you know it’s up a lot (Yeah)

Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
F--- on your b----, 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 s--- off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin’ thots
I got n----- that be movin’ the tan rock
That’s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n----- 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 Garcons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)

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