Lil Uzi Vert – NFL Lyrics

Album on Luv Is Rage 3

[Intro]
I’m tryin’
Woah, I’m tryin’
Woah
Woah
Ah, rah

[Chorus]
Fresh, we with my team on ten (Fresh, I’m with my team on ten), yeah
Big body, I feel no pain, I just spiked my soda like I’m in NFL
Bitch, don’t call my phone (Ooh), you heard I’m doin’ well (Well)
I don’t give two Fs, like a Fendi belt
Whippin’ up these babies, I need ten a child
Man yo’ bitch, that’s yo’ bitch, not my concern, bitch (Not my concern, bitch, ‘cern)

[Verse 1]
Fuck with me, oh, you don’t like me? What the verdict? (Verdict)
What up? Huh, yeah, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi Verty (Verty)
Yeah, bustin’ my phone out my pocket, I better have my .30 (.30)
Yeah, I got my chopper on mе, and it movin’ so sturdy (Sturdy)
Yeah, if he wanna talk about me, I don’t hopе that he wordy (Wordy)
Yeah, we put that shit to his brain, and we turn to a surgeon (A surgeon)
They never opened up the casket ’cause he was closed curtains

[Chorus]
Fresh, we with my team on ten (Fresh, I’m with my team on ten), yeah
Big body, I feel no pain, I just spiked my soda like I’m in NFL
Bitch, don’t call my phone (Ooh), you heard I’m doin’ well (Well)
I don’t give two Fs, like a Fendi belt
Whippin’ up these babies, I need ten a child
Man yo’ bitch, that’s yo’ bitch, not my concern, bitch (‘Cern)
Fresh, we with my team on ten (Fresh, I’m with my team on ten), yeah
Big body, I feel no pain, I just spiked my soda like I’m in NFL
Bitch, don’t call my phone (Ooh), you heard I’m doin’ well (Well)
I don’t give two Fs, like a Fendi belt
Whippin’ up these babies, I need ten a child
Man yo’ bitch, that’s yo’ bitch, not my concern, bitch (Not my concern, bitch, ‘cern)

[Verse 2]
I am in love with the lean, I was involved with the ways (Yeah)
Before I got all the say, she ain’t even do what I say, yah
I wanna pour me a four, better yet, pour me a eight, yah
I wanna pour me some more, matter of fact, I’ma be late
Too much lean with me, that Wocky got me Wock’d up (Hey), yeah
I’m just tryna see if she wanna fuck me right here, like damn, yeah
I’m just tryna pop this little molly on Santan, yeah
I can’t even beef with no nigga, pull up Trans AM, yeah
I am so anointed, but they think I’m still Satan, yeah
She is so annoyed when I’m bringin’ my chopper, she friends, yeah

[Break]
My (Oh)
My (Ah)
My (Ah)
My (Ah)
Rah

[Chorus]
Fresh, we with my team on ten (Fresh, I’m with my team on ten), yeah
Big body, I feel no pain, I just spiked my soda like I’m in NFL
Bitch, don’t call my phone (Ooh), you heard I’m doin’ well (Well)
I don’t give two Fs, like a Fendi belt
Whippin’ up these babies, I need ten a child
Man yo’ bitch, that’s yo’ bitch, not my concern, bitch (‘Cern)
Fresh, we with my team on ten (Fresh, I’m with my team on ten), yeah
Big body, I feel no pain, I just spiked my soda like I’m in NFL
Bitch, don’t call my phone (Ooh), you heard I’m doin’ well (Well)
I don’t give two Fs, like a Fendi belt
Whippin’ up these babies, I need ten a child
Man yo’ bitch, that’s yo’ bitch, not my concern, bitch (Not my concern, bitch, ‘cern)