Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Bust A Move Lyrics

Slime
Dive, let’s dive in
Let’s lock it in (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Ayy, bank accounts gon’ shrink up
Yeah, every time we link up (No way, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m her baby, yeah (I’m her baby)
We get it 68 for 69, yeah (Get it)

Yes, I’m her baby, yeah (Let’s go)
We get it 68 for 69, yeah (Woah)
Well, I’m just sayin’, yeah, uh (I’m just sayin’)
No, I’m not trippin’, boy, go live your life, yeah (Go live your life)
No, I’m not dumb, no, yeah (Let’s go)
But where I’m from, you get shot sixty times, yeah (Brrt)
I spend a hunnid, I can’t drop a dime, yeah (No way)
If you from the gutter, you gon’ need the signs, yeah (Okay)
I never talk to police, I got me a bad b**** and she straight from Belize, uh
I had to fly the b**** and put her right on a jet but she basic to me, yeah (Let’s go)
Wasn’t even at the crib when she landed, I made the b**** wait for the D (I did)
She lick it up like she rollin’ the blunt so I made that girl face it for me (Let’s go, b****)
I f***** that b**** but she already turnt, yeah
I’m in the ‘Rari, I’m racin’
Different colored stones on my neck (Yeah)
How can you say that I’m racist? (Woo)
One on 150, no, these not Ray-Bans
I got this straight from Rick Rick
I ain’t even go through my savings
My money older than Ricky
Why the f*** these n***** hating? (Why)
These n***** really too broke (Yeah)
I just got forty million from Roc Nation
N**** know that’s not a joke (At all)
Big strawberry ice cream diamonds on my neck
Choppa got banana boat (Yeah)
Pull up with a Rolls-Royce coloring on these n***** white like bring a coat (Yeah)
All my b****** out L.A, they like to flick on their nose, yeah (Woah)
Tell the plug I’m on the way, my boys need a brick of the dope, yeah
All these diamonds on my neck, I’d f*** around, sink in the ocean (Woah)
Countin’ up all these blue checks, I swear that I need some lotion, yeah

Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, woo
Fools for four freaks, I’m a fool (I’m a fool)
I left codeine on your dresser, ain’t forget my tool (Too much of codeine)
That’s how you knew I was going to bust a move (Brrt)

I’m dripping mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don’t play by the rules, yeah
I done spilled on your crew, gotta keep a mop on me too, yeah
Feel like I gotta change my bezels, and I stopped playin’ that side of the devil, yeah
Bodies on bodies, we goin’ crazy, crazy
Mexico baby, bando lay it
Wherever we go, you know we gotta play it
Do that s*** right, you know you gettin’ paid (You know you gettin’ paid)
She toppin’ me off, she doin’ so great
She a real big boss, she know how I play
I can’t take a loss so I f*** her on the face
I’m gettin’ to the paper, damn, who is she chasin’?
Bust down her neck like that s*** with no cape
Pucci carats on your ones like a cage
In the projects, goin’ home with a case
You know the move, a body ’bout the case
I sip the mud every single damn day
I’m seeing so much hate around my way
Ice on freezer, thirty below
Ice on the p****, you know how it glow
Three hundred hitters, they ready to blow
Peep the one thousand, we keepin’ our cut
You gotta meet a n**** at the dot
I’m ’boutta go twist in your spot
‘Boutta blow three’s, turn it at the lot
By the new world, windmillin’ your thot
I see I’m her baby
She gon’ be there for me a trillion billion times
Yes, I’m a grinder, girl
And I get higher than the moonlight

Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, woo
Fools for four freaks, I’m a fool
I left codeine on your dresser, ain’t forget my tool
That’s how you knew I was going to bust a move (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, woo
Fools for four freaks, I’m a fool
Tool, woah
Yeah