Glock In My Purse Lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert
You wanna know a secret? (Shh)
I’m not from this Earth (I’m not)
You wanna know a secret?
I’m not from this Earth (Earth)
I never had a birth (Yeah)
Fell in love with the Perc’ (What?)
I used to eat dirt (Yeah)
Now it’s VLONE my shirt (Ayy)
Put a Glock in my purse (Huh? Mustard on the beat, ho)
Put a Glock in my— (Purse, vroom)
Put a Glock in my purse (Huh? Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, purse)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah)
How the *** this a purse? (How?)
Ain’t no lip gloss in it (Uh-uh)
Only lean, Penicillin (Penicillin)
All my ***’s, they dealin’ (Dealin’)
Bought a Rari, no ceiling (Skrr)
And I know about the killings (Killings)
But don’t talk about the killings (Woah)
The best rappers from Philly (Yeah)
Run the game, no Achilles (Yeah)
I ain’t like TLC (Uh-uh)
But was in love with Chilli (Facts)
Now she wanna be with me
‘Cause I got all the millies (Yeah, yeah)
Skate through these hoes in my sneaks (Yeah)
Like I’m rockin’ some heelies
If you got beef with me (Beef)
Better make you some chili (You know it)
I got too much on me
Can’t fit in my pockets, put the Glock in my briefs (Glock in my briefs)
Put the Glock in my bag, got a Kelly on me (Got a Kelly on me)
Ooh, I got a burkin (I got a burkin), ***
Ooh, I got a burkin (I got a burkin), ***
Ooh, your *** want a burkin (Ayy)
Put a Glock in my purse (Phew)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah)
Put a Glock in my purse (Huh?)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah)
How the *** this a purse? (How?)
Ain’t no lip gloss in it (Nah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Yeah)
All my ***’s, they dealin’ (Woah)
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah)
How the *** this a purse? (How?)
Ain’t no lip gloss in it (Woah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Woah)
All my ***’s, they dealin’ (Yeah)
I don’t think it’s a purse
Look at it like a bag
How you talkin’ ’bout purse? (How?)
If you *** with red rag, huh?
Say when you say you got foreign (Yeah)
When it’s really a jag (Ayy)
If it had two straps (What?)
You would call it backpack (Facts)
But it got one strap (Phew)
And it’s holdin’ the mags (Phew)
Mixin’ up the designer (Phew)
All my clothes, yeah, they clash (Phew)
And my *** so thick (Phew) that I walk on her ass (Oh my God)
And my *** so rich (Woah) that she walkin’ through cash (Huh?)
And my *** so boujee that she walkin’ on glass (Glass)
Yes I am Lil Uzi (Uzi), way richer than my dad (Yeah)
And I *** with my dad (I do), but that’s only like half (Uh)
And way back when I was younger (Yeah), he thought I was a *** (What?)
‘Cause I wore skinny jeans (Jeans), and my shirts, they were plaid (Plaid)
But look how I turned out, I know that they sad (I know that they sad)
I know someone’s mad (I know someone’s mad)
But I hope that my dad, yeah, he glad (I hope so)
I am out of my *** mind (Ha, ha, ha)
And she’s *** and sucking me until she’s out of her mind, yeah
Everytime I buy my *** a bag, I buy myself a bag (Phew)
Fifty for her bag, forty-five for my bag, fifty for my bag, whatever (Phew, phew)
We get the burkins from the lady out in Miami
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Phew)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah, nah)
How the *** this a purse? (How?)
Ain’t no lip gloss in it (Nah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Yeah)
All my ***’s, they dealin’ (Mhm)
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
Put a Glock in my purse (Purse)
No, this is not a purse (Yeah)
How the *** this a purse? (How?)
Ain’t no lip gloss in it (Woah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Woah)
All my ***’s, they dealin’ (Lil Uzi–)