Glock In My Purse Lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro: 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, mm)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
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 f**k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Uh-uh)
Only lean, Penicillin (Penicillin)
All my n!gga's, they dealing (Dealing)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bought a 'Rari, no ceiling (Skrr)
And I know 'bout the killings (Killings)
But don't talk 'bout the killings (Woah)
The best rapper from Philly (Yeah)
Run the game, no Achilles (Yeah, sheesh)
I ain't like TLC (Uh-uh)
But was in love with Chilli (Facts)
Now she want be with me (Huh?)
'Cause I got all the millies (Yeah, yeah)
Skate through these hoes in my sneaks (Yeah)
Like I'm rocking some heelies
If you got beef with me (Beef)
Better make you some chili (You better)
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)
Oh, I got a Birkin (I got a Birkin), b!tch
Oh, I got a Birkin (I got a Birkin), b!tch
Oh, your b!tch want a Birkin (Ayy), mm

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
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 f**k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Nah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Yeah)
All my n!gga's, they dealing (Woah, hmm)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, 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 f**k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Woah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Woah)
All my n!gga's, they dealing (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I don't think it's a purse
Look at it like a bag
How you talking 'bout purse? (How?)
If you f**k 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 holding the mags (Phew)
Mixing up the designer (Phew)
All my clothes, yeah, they clash (Phew)
And my b!tch so thick (Phew)
That I walk on her as* (Oh my God)
And my b!tch so rich (Woah)
That she walking through cash (Huh?)
And my b!tch so boujee (Yeah)
That she walking on glass (Glass)
Yes I am Lil Uzi (Uzi)
Way richer than my dad (Yeah)
And I f**k 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 was 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)

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I am out of my f**king mind (Hahaha)
And she's f**king me and sucking me
Until she's out of her mind, Yeah
Everytime I buy my b!tch 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 Birkins from the lady out in Miami (Ay)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
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 f**k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Nah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Yeah)
All my n!gga's, they dealing (Woah, hmm)
Put a Glock in my purse (Yeah, 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 f**k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Woah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Woah)
All my n!gga's, they dealing (Lil Uzi)