Lil Uzi Vert – For Fun

Lyrics For Fun – Lil Uzi Vert

I get the bands, count the blue cheese
I do that s**t for fun
For every mill’ I pop a pill
I do that s**t ’til I’m dumb
I had your girl, she at my crib
That was a one-on-one
Smokin’ a Back’ full of that gas
Almost lost my lung
I don’t smoke trash, need a gas mask
This s**t smell like skunk

1600, got a couple opps in the city
And they all gon’ hunt
The FN-57 all on my waist
There’s no need for me to pop the trunk
You keep tryna make me wan’ cuff
But you keep playin’ with my love
You should enjoy your whole day
’cause I am good, my love
How you keep tryna make me f**k
But you don’t even wan’ suck

Both of my pockets they stuffed, uh
Bank account tryna erupt
I can never go bankrupt
I put your b**ch in the tub, yeah
I don’t believe in good luck
Knuck if you buck, make her nut
She never slept in my house
Hit it twelve times in my own Bentley truck, yeah

I just get geeked off the drugs, yeah
Sometimes I check on my plug, yeah
I get money with some Crips, yeah
I get money with some Bloods, yeah
What you don’t know Uh
You ain’t never seen my other side
Complexion, that’s from my mother’s side
Don’t got the ways to my brother’s side
I will give you almost everything
You don’t have to just take some of mine
Rockin’ Vetements from the summer line
And you know it is the Wintertime

I get the bands, count the blue cheese
I do that s**t for fun
For every mill’ I pop a pill
I do that s**t ’til I’m dumb
I had your girl, she at my crib
That was a one-on-one
Smokin’ a Back’ full of that gas
Almost lost my lung
I don’t smoke trash, need a gas mask
This s**t smell like skunk

1600, got a couple opps in the city
And they all gon’ hunt
The FN-57 all on my waist
There’s no need for me to pop the trunk
You keep tryna make me wan’ cuff
But you keep playin’ with my love
You keep tryna make me wan’ cuff
But you keep playin’ with my love
You keep tryna make me cuff
But you keep playin’ with my love

I don’t need to cover my jeans
Why would I make a thot, uh, my queen
She wanna f**k my team
I could blow that b**ch to smithereens
I said f**k your team
We pulled up just like the Marines
N**ga don’t want no beef
I ain’t never ever eatin’ no Jimmy Dean’s, yeah

As far as I go to pop a bean
She sniff coke, that lil’ b**ch a fiend, yeah
Yeah, she not countin’ money
Not crack cards, but she know now reef, ayy
Y’all n**gas, y’all too funny
Jim Carrey me, myself and Irene
I might start sellin’ trees
Just the way I always got leaves
I might start sellin’ plants
Just the way your b**ch ate up the seed
Chanel pearl came out a clam
This s**t on my neck look like beads, ayy

I get the bands, count the blue cheese
I do that s**t for fun
For every mill’ I pop a pill
I do that s**t ’til I’m dumb
I had your girl, she at my crib
That was a one-on-one
Smokin’ a Back’ full of that gas
Almost lost my lung
I don’t smoke trash, need a gas mask
This s**t smell like skunk

1600, got a couple opps in the city
And they all gon’ hunt
The FN-57 all on my waist
There’s no need for me to pop the trunk
You keep tryna make me wan’ cuff
But you keep playin’ with my love…

Written by Lil Uzi Vert & Beat By Jeff
Album: Red & White
Produced by Beat By Jeff
Lil Uzi Vert | 2022

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