All Alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, brr)
Yeah-eh
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
I don't even know how I made it
I was nervous, but I had patience
I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest
I don't even know how I made it
Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby"
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood)
I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good)
I know I'm misunderstood (yah, fuck 'em)
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (ayy)
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white, so there's no burial (Lil Uzi)
Now, back up
Shawty gave me brain (what?) She got her master's (yeah)
Pull up with ten whips (whips), like, what's a Mazda? (Yeah)
My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (whoa)
I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (none)
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, brr)
Yeah-eh
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
I don't even know how I made it
I was nervous, but I had patience
I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest
I don't even know how I made it
Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby"
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood)
I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good)
I know I'm misunderstood (yah, fuck 'em)
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (ayy)
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white, so there's no burial (Lil Uzi)
Now, back up
Shawty gave me brain (what?) She got her master's (yeah)
Pull up with ten whips (whips), like, what's a Mazda? (Yeah)
My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (whoa)
I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (none)
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)
Credits
Writer(s): Lyle Leduff, Don Cannon, Martin Pitt, Symere Woods, Quincey Riley
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