Freestyle (Remix) Lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert

Read the complete Freestyle (Remix) Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Uzi Vert’s music, you can also explore London (GT-R Remix) and I Cook (Remix), two other songs by Lil Uzi Vert.

[Verse 1]
Flex up, flex up
Only thing I do is flex up, woah
B!tch, stop talking like they could find you (Extra)
She suck my d!ck in the whip, need a Tesla
Bro left him dead on the scene, they sketched him
If he catch an opp, he might dress like Ash Ketchum
You know the motto, we just gotta catch ’em
An opp, he was corny as s*it, we pressed him
My b!tch, she horny as s*it, I busted
Goddamn, this b!tch got some muscles
My opps they broke, can’t even buy a custom

The more money I get, they say that I’m sus’
No more money out there, your mom better hug you
The more money I get, drop that in a duffel
The more money I get, my life amazing
The more money I get, she smoke the gas
The more money I get, she chew Hubba Bubba
The more money I get, they fu*king it up
The more money I get, so I can only fu*k double
I’m rich as a b!tch, yeah, I’m dropping it off
Got blick in the whip, like I’m wearing (??)
The more money I get, her cookie gon’ crumble
B!tch ain’t getting s*it, like the Uzi bundle
Yeah, your car old as s*it, you play with your (??)
And my gun big as s*it, it came with a drum
Got a Jewish lil’ b!tch, she own a (??)
I got a big ass bag, it look like a (??)
My shooter with me and my shooter he’ll slime you

[Chorus]
Lil Uzi Vert and I’m getting my ammo
I been popping s*it just like a pimple
3.5 in the air, it big Primo
Racks in my jeans, to show I get bankrolls
This ain’t that, so she think she a gothic
But this b!tch ain’t ready for the mosh pit

Chrome Heart the bird, now I’m ’boutta do the Aston
Why they all on my d!ck? Go eat off my sausage

[Verse 2]
Got a (??) like a (??)
B!tch, can’t you tell? I’m not on nitrous
Cut the beat up, b!tch, I’m icy
Cut the beat up, it get violent
This (??) so ugly, we break the T up, this b!tch bite
Vetement duffel, Mike Tyson (??), yeah, this b!tch bite

[Chorus]
Lil Uzi Vert and I’m getting my ammo
I been popping s*it just like a pimple
3.5 in the air, it big Primo
Racks in my jeans, to show I get bankrolls
This ain’t that, so she think she a gothic
But this b!tch ain’t ready for the mosh pit
Chrome Heart the Birkin, now I’m ’bout to do the Aston
Why they all on my d!ck? Go eat off my sausage

[Outro]
You love to see, you love to see, you love to see, you love to see
Uh, what? Huh, huh, yeah
You love to see, you love to see, you love to see, you love to see
Dope calling me twice, dope calling me twice
Dope calling me twice, dope calling me twice
You know I’m covered in ice
You know I’m flooded in ice
You know I’m flooded in ice