Lil Uzi Vert - All Alone

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil' Uzi, Lil' Uzi, brrt)
Yeah

I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone (that's why you tryna call my phone, yeah)
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
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son

I don't even know how I made it (yeah, yeah)
I was nervous, but I had patience (yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest (yeah)
I don't even know how I made it (what?)
Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby" (yeah)
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 (yeah, 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 (that's why you tryna call my phone, yeah)
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
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son

And my circle tight just like some Cheerios (yeah)
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 (yeah)
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (what?)
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)
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 (that's why you tryna call my phone, yeah)
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
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son

Written by:
Don Cannon, James Icart, Lyle Leduff, Martin Pitt, Symere Bysil Woods

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find