Light Year Lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert

Read the full Light Year lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Uzi Vert’s music, you can also explore Space High and Conceited, two other songs by Lil Uzi Vert.

[Verse 1]
I like real ratchet b!tches (Keep going)
I mean real ratchet b!tches (Brr, keep going)
I see all these girls and they looking so thick (Keep going)
But I got real racks to get (Real racks to get, I ain’t worried ’bout them)
Rick Owen match the bed, yes, I sleep in designer
Eating my cereal with ice-ice diamonds, so when I’m eating breakfast, I’m shining, yeah
Tony Hawk, Lil Uzi be grinding
Diamonds, they pissy and Issey Raf Simons
I’ma be litty, I’ll wait ’til I’m fifty
No, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me
She sucking Daytona and every time that she go deep throat, it feel like the hemi (Feel like hemi)

At the least, it’s a burst, I don’t do no semi
Like I don’t think a purse could hold all these new bands (Let’s go)
Like racks look so dumb in my pants
I got so much like I need a suitcase, like
I’m the type of n!gga beat my case and the motherfu*king judge never saw my face
Look at them now
Know it’s some n!ggas that think I’m a clown
That’s cool, this money can, um, get you down
B!tch, we in Philly with three thousand rounds
Nobody want smoke, we got beef out of town
N!ggas be like, “Why you always out of town?”
S*it, I’m on the jet with this pound
(Universe slide in the 250, listen for a jet, jet feel like a plane)

[Verse 2]
Okay, let’s talk ’bout the pape’
I got all types of cake, I made three M’s off eighths
Made like fifty off hit and I’m still on my s*it and I’m rich, no debate
Pardon my Wraith, I mean this is a spaceship
My girl looking good, always think of you lesser
In my bedroom and my eyes’ll undress her
Her head on the dresser like, “Damn, girl, you s*xy”
Shout out my Patek, my Patek my bestie
Been balling so long, I swear I need an ESPY
Diamond my neck, yeah, that s*it like Wayne Gretzky

Now he got the switch, but he used to watch Jessie
Disney Channel, that n!gga be catchy
I’m catchy too, but I watched Ed, Edd n Eddy
Need to stretch all these fake-ass n!ggas ’cause they fetty
I ain’t gon’ lie, I don’t think that they ready

[Chorus]
I don’t think that they ready, I don’t think that they ready
I don’t think that they ready, I don’t think that they ready, woah
Think that they ready, I don’t think that they ready
I don’t think that they ready, I don’t think that they ready
I don’t think that they ready, I don’t think that they ready
I don’t think that they ready, I don’t think that they ready
Think that they ready, I don’t think that they ready
I don’t think that they ready, I don’t think that they ready

[Verse 3]
I got the fan on me just like I’m Jake (Huh?), money all over the place
Diamonds cleansing your face just like up, like ovation
No, I never fu*ked your b!tch, I’m just smashing her face
I got glass on the bezel, got glass on the face
But it came like this, it’s a factory date
These n!ggas pu*sy, they soft like a chafer
Irritating that b!tch, you so aggravating
Fu*k you thought, that I lost?
I’m swagging, I’m awesome, I’m saucy, my brain, I lost it
Just like Randy, put my arm out, I’m awesome
Put a hole in the n!gga like a dolphin
I told my big bro we ain’t taking losses
I got some secret money in the coffin
Smoking the Candy Shop, it got me coughing
B!tch, it’s so hot like I turned on defroster
I’m fresh off the nitrous, ain’t mess up a bit-it
How you say that I’m soft when I’m always revealing you?
Got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess who’s the villain now?
He call sixteen hoes, s*it, I guess he a dunzo
Now she be on two drums, on your bongo
Smoke so much, I don’t know where my lungs go
Stand on my money, I’m tall as Mutombo
Come to my block, yeah, it look like a gunshow
Trap out apartments, it’s only a front door
Putting on for my block ‘fore I could leave, fronto
Put my arms in my hoodie, this s*it look like a puncho
If I stand on the money, then I’m tall like Huncho
Look, I ain’t tryna tussle, end of discussion
My shooter with me got bodies like he Russian
Fast money, slow money, I don’t care, I ain’t rushing
My block hot, this s*it like an oven
This s*it like an oven, this s*it, it be busting
I ain’t Hollywood, do some s*it for my cousin, yeah
That’s what I’m posed to, but that s*it wasn’t nothing
I just got a n!gga hit for like four or five hundred
I just came from the A with like four or five buttons
(Eternal Atake 2)