Lil Uzi Vert – Celebration Station Lyrics

Lil Uzi Vert – Celebration Station Lyrics

Celebration Station Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert

The energetic and uplifting “Celebration Station” is the eighth track on Lil Uzi Vert’s second studio album, Eternal Atake. The track details Uzi’s extensive wealth and his experiences with his ladies. Following typical Uzi-style, the track isn’t short of Uzi’s frequented topic of designer clothing and jewelry.

The track, produced by Outtatown and frequent Uzi collaborator Brandon Finessin, is the second song in the Renji section of the album and continues the theme and musical style of the previous track, “I’m Sorry.” It samples pop artist Ariana Grande’s “raindrops (an angel cried)” throughout the background of the track.

Following the theme of the album, the track also ends with another skit.

[Intro]
And I can’t do my dance ’cause my pants
They from, they from France
I can’t slow this (I’m working on dying)
Yeah, no, I can’t slow it (Fast-paced all the time)
Yeah, yeah, one, two, three, yeah (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

[Chorus]
Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil’ foreign, ten, ten
She ignore that man, fuckin’ with me, handstand
I can’t lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let’s go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine, that is yours
You can’t hold my Lam’, yes, I own my land
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can’t be broke again
Talkin’ that shit, then that Glocky gon’ hit it up
Headshot soak his mans

[Verse 1]
My choppa get hot just like a pan
Knock your headlights just like a ram
I got ten toes, and I count up, ten fingers
So I do not need an, um, helping hand
Monopoly crib, I’m movin’ again
Got your bitch on me, she groovin’ again (Let’s go)
Lamborghini just give them a reason to hate
So my niggas shootin’ again
My coupe, my roof, drop that shit again
She sucked my dick, then she mopped up my friend
No, we do not wanna feel tooth again
When she let me go, I’m on the loose again
She on the molly, she tryna boot again
She ain’t even mine, this girl is a lend
I prayed every time when I thought you sinned
I write in my mind, I don’t use a pen (Yeah, yeah)
She givin’ me time, my watch cost a Lam’
Just give me more time, other watch cost a Benz (Yeah, yeah)
Look at Lil Uzi, he poppin’ again
Them niggas, they switchin’, they hoppin’ again (Yeah)
Look at them niggas, they oppin’ again
She give me that top, and she sloppin’ again (Woah)
Look at his album, it’s floppin’ again
Not takin’ a break, I’m not stoppin’ again (Yeah, woah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil’ foreign, ten, ten (Let’s go)
She ignore that man, fuckin’ with me, handstand (Let’s go, let’s go)
I can’t lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad (Woah, woah)
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let’s go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine, that is yours
You can’t hold my Lam’, yes, I own my land
Stackin’ this paper, you know that I get it up
I can’t be broke again
Talkin’ that shit, then that Glocky gon’ hit it up
Headshot soak his mans

[Verse 2]
Woah, spent a hundred thousand on a brand new pointer choker (Woah)
Automatic gun’s got a motor
I can feel that shit in my shoulder (Woah)
Brand new watch cost a quarter
And you know it’s flooded in water
You know every day I’m gettin’ older
But I’m young enough for your daughter (Let’s go)
And you know my neck is flooded in boulders (Boulders)
Gettin’ money, yeah, that’s my quota (Quota)
Even though Lil Uzi gettin’ older (Older)
Know I’m young enough for your daughter (Yeah)
Every time I’m in my mind, I focus (Woah)
She give me head, hypnosis (Yeah)
Talkin’ ’bout the love can’t hold me (Woah)
Talkin’ ’bout the guap can’t fold me
Uh, uh, talkin’ ’bout “You’re mine,” no, you don’t own me
Yeah, just take your time, and gotta be colder
Yeah, it’s on my mind, and they just know me (Know me)
Yeah, fast-paced all the time, and I can’t slow it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil’ foreign, ten, ten
She ignore that man, fuckin’ with me, handstand
I can’t lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad
I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let’s go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine, that is yours
You can’t hold my Lam’, yes, I own my land
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can’t be broke again
Talkin’ that shit, then that Glocky gon’ hit it up
Headshot soak his mans (Lil Uzi)

[Outro]
Hello? Hello? Where am I?
I ain’t never seen nothing like this, the fuck is all this?
Hello? Yo?