Stripes Like Burberry

Stripes Like Burberry - Future/Lil Uzi Vert

Lyrics by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Symere Woods/William Moore

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Lil Uzi Vert：

I been lookin' at the sun but can't worry

I'm my mama oldest son can't get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry

I remember I ain't make a three now I'm Curry

I might pop a f**k n***a yeah like a wheely yeah

I'm used to the murder I'm from Philly

Money man my money rubber bandin' s**t get silly

I used to drink the color purple my plug ain't seal it

Takin' out two hundred at a time stack it to the ceiling

I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling

These boys not uh on my level live on top of the building

Yeah

In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah

I ain't got no feelings

In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah

Big old bag like woah

Get that cash like woah

Snakes in the grass got more

Everything I say gon' go

Platinum Rollie no gold

Told my girl fast and slow

You know how life goes

Man I got the best I can't worry

Yeah I can end your whole history

Looking in my eyes you see a demon flames like fury

Just act like everybody in the game

She said that y'all can share me

See I got the foreign cars

My n***as got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' s**t

See me pullin' up that boy got a foreign

And you know that b***h got the ownership

And if I'm in the passenger seat you know that I got a thirty clip

And look at these n***as

They actin' like gangsters but they really just on some phony s**t

See I been in the field for a long time

Bad b***hes try to f**k on me

I remember when they ain't pay me no mind

I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind

I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'

I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' frontin'

I remember before hundred percent

My boys got the work had to cut it

I remember I started runnin' this s**t

You know I'm gonna keep runnin' it

N***as they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this

I been lookin' at the sun but can't worry

I'm my mama oldest son can't get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry

I remember I ain't make a three now I'm Curry

I might pop a f**k n***a like a wheely yeah

I'm used to the murder I'm from Philly

Money man my money rubber bandin' s**t get silly

I used to drink the color purple my plug ain't seal it

I been lookin' at the sun I can't worry

I'm my mama oldest son can't get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry

I remember I ain't make a three now I'm Curry

I might nail a bad bad b***h like a hammer yeah

I'm used to the murders I'm from Atlanta yeah

All these bands I'm havin' b***h gettin' silly yeah

I just popped your b***h like a wheelie yeah

Future：

Got on baguetties like I been surfing yes

I made it out that dirt

Friends or foes you never know put your face on a shirt

Knockin' it straight out the park yeah shopping as soon as we land

Sippin' on mud like a trap star

It's a gift I count my blessings

In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah

Big old bag like woah

Have a rack go attack like woah

A whole lot of b***hes on go

A whole lot of b***hes on go

Platinum chain on glow

How many n***as you drop this week

They'll never let that go

S**t gettin' whacked n***a tryna get bands

Streets gettin' bloody for these bands

Too corrupted you can't be carin'

Hit him in the public topped him and ran

Floodin' the ice 'cause the pain it take

Need a new safe to hide all this cake yeah

Due to the fact I hustle I get litty

Puttin' prices on your head like Frank Nitty yeah

N***as get killed on camera in my city

When I got them bands I can't worry

Future：

I been lookin' at the sun I can't worry

I'm my mama oldest son can't get buried

I got stripes in these streets like Burberry

I remember I ain't make a three now I'm Curry

I might nail a bad bad b***h like a hammer yeah

I'm used to the murders I'm from Atlanta yeah

All these bands I'm havin' b***h gettin' silly yeah

I just popped your b***h like a wheelie yeah

As long as I got these bands ain't no worries

Make your b***h my number one fan and rock my jersey

And the way I shoot my shot oh yes I'm Curry

I'm my mama oldest child can't get buried

And a n***a got more stripes in the streets than Burberry