Lil Uzi Vert – Original Uzi (4 of Us) Lyrics

Lil Uzi Vert – Original Uzi (4 of Us) Lyrics

Original Uzi (4 of Us) Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert

In this song, Lil Uzi Vert talks about gang violence, drug abuse, and expensive watches and cars. This shows somewhat of a dark side from Uzi, as we don’t hear talk about such heavy topics so often. Nonetheless, a song to get hyped up to.

[Chorus]
Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah)
Don’t wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?)
That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah)
My new lil’ bitch, she thirty (What?)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin’ (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah)
Four of us, four of us (That be Maaly Raw)
Four of us, four of us

[Verse 1]
Cuban wrist, now I’m colder, ayy (Yeah)
Diamonds on me, now I’m colder, ayy (What?)
Gettin’ money so I’m older, ayy
Gettin’ paper, now I’m bolder, ayy (Wait)
Jump in a GTR, yeah (Skrr)
Drive it, drive it like you stole it, what? (Yeah)
Fuck that bitch, hit record, yeah (Wait)
Flash on so she know it (Yeah)
She know it, she know it
She know it
Di-Diamonds so big in the Rollie (What?)
Jump in my whip, do a donut
Cop behind me, I won’t slow up (Skrr)
Takin’ Xanax ’til I throw up (Ugh)
Where you from, nigga? Um, throw it up (Where?)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah), four of us (Yeah)
Four of us (Yeah), four of us (Yeah)
Four of us (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Nigga, I tucked the burner (Bow)
Don’t wanna fuck, I swerve her
That be that bye bye birdie (Huh)
My new lil’ bitch, she thirty (Yeah)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin’ (What?)
Drinkin’ that clean like dirty (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, huh, wait…
Skrrt!
Pull up that whip with curtain (Yeah)
Pull up that whip with curtains (Yeah)
When it rain, you know that umbrella right in the door (Yeah)
Fuck with your girl, she like water (Yeah)
No, I do not wanna keep her, ayy (Yeah)
That be the end of the story (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Nig-Nigga, I tucked the burner (What?)
Don’t wanna fuck, I swerve her (Yeah)
That be that bye bye birdie (What?)
My new lil’ bitch, she thirty (Yeah)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin’ (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (What?)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah)
Don’t wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?)
That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah)
My new lil’ bitch, she thirty (What?)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin’ (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Four of us (Four of us), yeah

[Verse 3]
My pockets, they stick out like a brick (What?)
Your pockets, yeah, they light like a feather (Pff)
Yeah, I don’t cheat (What?)
Me and my girl fuck bitches together (Yeah)
I wear jackets no matter the weather (Yeah)
Rockin’ red Balmain leather (Huh)
I be thinkin’ life is a set up (Yeah)
‘Bout to go out with Beretta
Huh, yeah
Got a pole out and it’s metal (Ayy)
You’ll get popped just like kettle (Ayy)
But I want World Peace like Metta (Yeah)
Wait, countin’ cheese, that’s that feta (Yeah)
She a light-skin when I’m redder (yeah)
Wait, that’s your bitch? Nigga, better get her
‘Cause my picture all on her header (Huh)
On Twitter (On Twitter), on Twitter (On Twitter)
On Twitter (Yeah), on Twitter
Better get your bitch, nigga, I’ll rip her (I rip her)
Had her up on my bed then I flipped her (Yeah)
Yeah, wet like flipper (Uh)
Yeah, wet like dippers (Uh)
What? In my slippers (Yeah)
Yeah, did I mention? (What?)
Yeah, now she wet (Wet)
What?
She get attached then I clip it (Huh)
Rick Owen boots with the zippers (Yeah)
Okay, you hip but I’m hipper (I’m hipper, I’m hip)
Shoot with that missile, won’t miss you (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
She suck my dick then go kiss you (Yeah)
On the real, that is the issue (What?), yeah

[Chorus]
Nigga, I tucked the burner (What?)
Don’t wanna fuck, I swerve her (Yeah)
That be that bye bye birdie (What?)
My new lil’ bitch, she thirty (Yeah)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin’ (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (What?)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah)
Don’t wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?)
That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah)
My new lil’ bitch, she thirty (What?)
Diamonds on wrists is hurtin’ (Yeah)
Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)
Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)