Lil Uzi Vert – Everything Lit Lyrics

Everything Lit Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
(?)
Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Yeah

[Verse]
Boy, you disgust me
Why is yo b—–s so ugly?
My b—h so perfect, she kinda look Asian “yeah”
Come all the way from Toronto
All she do is sucky-sucky
My stomach problem from all of this muddy
No money problems ‘cause I’m getting money “money”
This s–t is crazy, it just started for me
I was just home, broke, doing the dougie
Pinky ring, water-flooded
Wrist got cold yellow diamond running
Grab a tissue if it is an issue “d–n”
Usually grab a pistol
No, I didn’t for them itty-bitty n—-s
I’m from the city with real killers
N—a Gilly said, “Ya’ gon’ win now”
Uzi counting all these major figures
Getting money, got a major hitter
But I ain’t talking Barry Bonds “yeah”
When I was younger, wanted Keri Hilson
N—a like Dennis the Menace
Now my money old like Mr. Wilson “yeah”
(?) the records be missing’

I f–k with Hit-Boy, I’m tryna be a hitman
Taking yo a-s straight out of existence
Where is yo hitman, that other man got him
Shout out Jodye Flocko, f–k wit’ your album
Moving them pigeons, them birds, they be flocking
White b—h on my d–k, she ride like a ‘Rari
When I get rough, she crank that like a (?)
She shake her a-s on my d–k like a cocktail
I could’ve f—-d your b—h right at L.A
That’s how much she play with my (?)
I had put some money right in the safe
Didn’t do nothing, was high, it was late
But we still talk on the phone everyday
About going on that perfect date
She hear my name, p—y on percolate
Only date if my d–k all in her face “woo”

Wait, 4-5, that’s all on my waist “all on my waist”
Wait, why these n—-s in the way?
Why do these n—-s be fronting
B—–s be (?) with no office
Most of they’re parents be owning they office
That both of my parents pray more than less often
My old b—h always be gagging and coughing
My new b—h, she swallow me up so jawless
I want the money, the fam, and the (?)
You know, the white b—h that look like iCarly
She ride my d–k like that b—h is a Harley “skrrt”
I just got (?) jewels that was counterfeit
Clock rounds like my VVS diamond wrist
Everything real, so keep on watching
If you watching me, then you watching it
My new b—h asked where is the (?) for this
Getting money really ain’t no option, b—h

Watch your mommy and the lie detectors said
Boy, I swear you did not write the script
Never really was a fan, though
Four-door coupe, open just like a sandal
We used to pray for them Lambos
I take my girl to a private resort
Heard we walk ’round wearing sandals
My b—h so bad, she a handful
That’s why she treat me so good
Wake up the p—y and eggs, they be scrambled
Everything lit, everything
Everything, everything lit
Everything lit like a candle
Ohh, she gave me head like some dandruff
Everything, it is so random
Love and rage, it is so random
Love and rage, it is so random