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rust - poundside pop lyrics

[intro: lil uzi vert]
yeah, whoa, lets go
it’s lil uzi vert*

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
i whip it ’til my thumb tan
break the powder on that one pan
snare on that trap with that drum den’
we on need one fan
found out he a opp, had to get rid of my one man
now a b*tch from the hood and that p*ssy all good
and i f*cked this b*tch right out in london
man the drugs had me numb man
i was popping them footb*lls, looked like a n*gga was punting
now tell me are you dumb man
my n*ggas got rifles, it looks like they always be huntin’
man i swear i be stuntin’
yeah i made it from nothin’, we made a b*tch out yo tough man
upgrade my wrist, we don’t save no b*tch, my pants i ain’t even cuffing
moncler on my vest, no we can’t do a goose, cause my n*ggas out here they ain’t duckin’
um what you say, what man, four leaves on the clover, no i can’t run out of luck man
on a whole different substance, i’m popping these whoo*, my n*ggas still selling that dust man
clean him up like a dustpan, man i’m swervin’ this trackhawk, it look like a young n*gga drunk man
i be with steppas’, for all of them n*ggas you with yeah they already stomped man
when you light up the blunt man
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
i can’t feel my face that’s cause a young n*gga already trustin’
i’m already stuck in this lifestyle, i remember i came from nothing
this little b*tch keep blushing, and i ain’t even want her cause she already bustin’
my shooter stay bustin’, his gun got used so much that it got rust in it

[verse 2: poundside pop]
i get the guap, put the gang on
i f*ck yo thot with my chain on
i’m sippin’ wock ’til the pain gone
n*gga want smoke, n*gga good luck
we the ones turnin’ the hood up
can’t show these f*ck n*ggas no love
i’m in the zoo with the trappers, they came with the lambos and all of the steppers, huh
pop in the cut with the hunnid round drum, p*ssy boy you relievin’ the message
they sayin’ some sh*t, boy
like tony montana i take you to war
(you wanna go to war? you wanna go to war? we take you to war)
they sayin’ some sh*t, boy
we the ones throwin’ the guap on the floor
i’m sendin’ hits through the jail
i’m sendin’ hits through mail
i get you k!lled, i ain’t takin’ no l’s, yeah
the broski, like, young, man, he ruthless
he don’t give a f*ck, he just shoot sh*t
he pop out the cut with like two bl!cks
my n*gga vert on that zoo sh*t, yeah
i’m rockin’ that ricky like sl!ck rick
they wanna see me fall but i can’t slip
you say that you him but you ain’t this
the rollie gon’ shine but it don’t tick
i’m done with that hoe, it don’t make sense
i go get the guap if it makes sense
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
i can’t feel my face that’s cause a young n*gga already trustin’
i’m already stuck in this lifestyle, i remember i came from nothing
this little b*tch keep blushing, and i ain’t even want her cause she already bustin’
my shooter stay bustin’, his gun got used so much that it got rust in it

- poundside pop lyrics

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