Lil Uzi Vert – It’s On Me* Lyrics

Album on Luv Is Rage 3

[Intro]
Oooh
Oooh
It’s on me
It’s on me (Raahh)
It’s on me (UFO, why you abduct me?)

[Chorus]
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me (Yeah, yeah)
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
Yeah, yeah
I don’t wear VETEMENTS, Balenciaga
Man, these clothes they goth enough, don’t wear no Prada
Margiela on me, it’s not from this world, that be that Sci-Fi (Yeah)
When it come to this fashion, I’m a prince, my name’s CyHi (Let’s go)

[Verse 1]
When it comes to these clothes, oh, I got plenty
Comme des Garçons, can’t talk if you dingy
If she wear Fashion Nov’, put her in ‘lenci’
Don’t wear no Prada, ‘less it’s American Cup, I keep it simply
I got this shit, I match my drip on my drip
Standin’ on yellow Rick, look like a Simpson
I give you swag, then you can keep it, I even got Rick Owens all on my beanie
I’m livin’ bad, I just saw an upside down cross on the neck of one of my eaters
I’m livin’ bad, I don’t say nothin’ ’bout that, I don’t care ’bout that he can keep ’em
I got a bag, Himalayan on my Birkin, it probably cost more than your eaters
I’m in Japan (I’m in Japan)
My security gave me a pill, hit like a Xan (Hit like a Xan)
All white drop-top Cullinan lookin’ like the Klan (Look like the Klan)
Fuck them girls that be talkin’ about my clothes, I’m just sayin’
KTZ gloves still right here on my hand
None of the young niggas ever can be on my level
How am I evil?
I don’t wear Prada that much and that shit for the Devil
Comme des Garçons, look at my shirt and it’s bleedin’
Bitch, I’m rockin’ at home, Human Made on in two-seater (Woah, yeah)

[Chorus]
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me (Yeah, yeah)
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me (Let’s go, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I don’t wear VETEMENTS, Balenciaga
Man, these clothes they goth enough, don’t wear no Prada
Margiela on me, it’s not from this world, that be that Sci-Fi (Yeah)
When it come to this fashion, I’m a prince, my name’s CyHi (Let’s go)

[Verse 2]
I talk about clothes, I talk about hoes, I talk about whips
When you talk about hoes, don’t go too far, ’cause they all do licks (Do licks)
That’s so many watches that I ain’t need, got one on my wrist (My wrist)
I got so many watches on me like the Pateks and like the Richards
Your Rollie, can keep it, the AP, can keep it
I only like Pateks that come from Geneva
You like to go with my bitch in my season
I mix my old Spanish bitch up with Julissa
Man, shoutout Julissa but I cannot keep her
Julissa and Lil Uzi lit all my eaters
Fuckin’ them bitches, I turn them to singers
Julissa was there, so she ride on the feature
Got V’s on my jeans, now VETEMENTS got my knees out
Saw me Amiri and I just get senile
I don’t wear ‘Miri, Amiri too ugly
I don’t wear no Louboutins, but I’m still bloody
If she don’t wear what I pick, she can’t touch me
I mix the Virgil right there with the Pharrell
All types of Louis, that bitch wanna suck me
Don’t come [?] swear you can’t cuff me
My YEEZYs, they Nike, they glow in the dark
They is so old that they comin’ apart
I was in Junior Year and I’d wear the black
But I don’t wear no Chrome, like Chrome with the heart
Got on that [?] that come with the dark
Endless my denim, they come out in March (Grr)
My shirt, it might say Polizei, my hat say Polizei, but I do not fuck with narcs (Narcs)
[Chorus]
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me (Yeah, yeah)
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
Yeah, yeah
I don’t wear VETEMENTS, Balenciaga
Man, these clothes they goth enough, don’t wear no Prada
Margiela on me, it’s not from this world, that be that Sci-Fi (Yeah)
When it come to this fashion, I’m a prince, my name’s CyHi