Lil Uzi Vert – Glock In My Purse

Lyrics Glock In My Purse – Lil Uzi Vert

You wanna know a secret
I’m not from this Earth
You wanna know a secret
I’m not from this Earth
I never had a birth
Fell in love with the Perc’
I used to eat dirt
Now it’s VLONE my shirt
Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my..

Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
No, this is not a purse
How the f**k this a purse
Ain’t no lip gloss in it
Only lean, Penicillin
All my n**ga’s, they dealin’

Bought a ‘Rari, no ceiling
And I know ’bout the killings
But don’t talk ’bout the killings
The best rapper from Philly
Run the game, no Achilles
I ain’t like TLC
But was in love with Chilli

Now she wan’ be with me
‘Cause I got all the millies
Skate through these h*es in my sneaks
Like I’m rockin’ some heelies
If you got beef with me
Better make you some chili
I got too much on me

Can’t fit in my pockets
Put the Glock in my briefs
Put the Glock in my bag, got a Kelly on me
Ooh, I got a Birkin, b**ch
Ooh, I got a Birkin, b**ch
Ooh, your b**ch want a Birkin, mm

Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
No, this is not a purse
How the f**k this a purse
Ain’t no lip gloss in it
Only lean, Penicillin
All my n**ga’s, they dealin’

Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
No, this is not a purse
How the f**k this a purse
Ain’t no lip gloss in it
Only lean, Penicillin
All my n**ga’s, they dealin’

I don’t think it’s a purse
Look at it like a bag
How you talkin’ ’bout purse
If you f**k with red rag
Say when you say you got foreign
When it’s really a jag
If it had two straps
You would call it backpack

But it got one strap
And it’s holdin’ the mags
Mixin’ up the designer
All my clothes, yeah, they clash
And my b**ch so thick
That I walk on her ass
And my b**ch so rich
That she walkin’ through cash

And my b**ch so boujee
That she walkin’ on glass
Yes, I am Lil Uzi
Way richer than my dad
And I f**k with my dad
But that’s only like half
And way back when I was younger

He thought I was a.. why
‘Cause I wore skinny jeans
And my shirts, they was plaid
But look how I turned out
I know that they sad
I know someone’s mad
But I hope that my dad, yeah, he glad

I am out of my f**king mind
And she’s f**king me and suucking me
Until she’s out of her mind
Yeah, everytime I buy my b**ch a bag
I buy myself a bag
Fifty for her bag, forty-five for my bag
Fifty for my bag, whatever
We get the Birkins from the lady out in Miami

Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
No, this is not a purse
How the f**k this a purse
Ain’t no lip gloss in it
Only lean, Penicillin
All my n**ga’s, they dealin’

Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
Put a Glock in my purse
No, this is not a purse
How the f**k this a purse
Ain’t no lip gloss in it
Only lean, Penicillin
All my n**ga’s, they dealin’…

Written by Lil Uzi Vert & Mustard
Album: Red & White
Produced by Mustard
Lil Uzi Vert | 2022

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