Lil Uzi Vert – LUV Scars K.o 1600 lyrics

Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it

So much water on my neck might need a boat or something

So many different girls I got a load of ’em (yeah!)

Why you always hating, go and get you some

Girl, why you always tripping when you know it’s love

Walk around, cuban link, my Patek is flooded

Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (ooh!)

Flooded with them hundreds (damn!)

Flooded with them hundreds

What you thought it wasn’t?

And it’s sixteen-hundred

Try to take my soul my young niggas they coming

I remember when they said that I was nothing

I can’t trust my brother, I can’t trust my cousin

No, let me take my time

I want every girl like I can’t make my mind

I spent eighty-thousand just to flood the time

I don’t wear no Hanes, my T-shirt Saint Laurent

I just made a whole bag from like half of a show

I still got some boys sad, moving bags of the dope

Yeah you know I got that cash, you can get flashed on the low

Just because you knew my dad don’t mean that I play you close

So much water on my neck might need a boat or something

So many different girls I got a load of ’em (yeah!)

Why you always hating, go and get you some

Girl, why you always tripping when you know it’s love

Walk around, cuban link, my Patek is flooded

Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (ooh!)

Flooded with them hundreds (damn!)

Flooded with them hundreds

What you thought it wasn’t?

I’ve been by myself so I’m not losing help

I don’t need you niggas, look like you can’t tell

Can’t do nothing around you because we know you ‘gone tell

Niggas I grew up with got a five-star room in Hell

Why? Cause they not loyal

Can’t believe we grew up in the soil (fuck nigga!)

Tell my niggas I got them with lawyers

Man, I wish I would knew I would have warned ya (warned you!)

Man, I wish I would knew I would have warned ya

They killed Ninety right there on the corner

I miss Chico I swear that’s my brother

Looking down on me right with his mother

So much water on my neck might need a boat or something

So many different girls I got a load of ’em (yeah!)

Why you always hating, go and get you some

Girl, why you always tripping when you know it’s love

Walk around, cuban link, my Patek is flooded

Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (ooh!)

Flooded with them hundreds (damn!)

Flooded with them hundreds

What you thought it wasn’t?

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