Let Me Catch My Breath Lyrics - Lil Uzi Vert

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) 

Let me catch my breath (Yeah) 

Let me count these checks (What) 

Flex on my Ex (Yeah) 

I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) 

Break up in a text (What?) 

Pull up in a GT3 (Yeah) 

-[Verse 1] 

Pull up, I'm suited 

And you know I got my toolie 

Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it 

Heard you pull up, mini cooper 

Told that lil bitch that she stupid 

Okay these niggas can't move me 

Okay these bitches can't move me 

Those are not diamonds, they're rubies 

Wait that's not rubies, that's glass 

Smack that bitch right on the ass (what?) 

I know that she's scared to lose me (what?) 

Yea my Polo be from Louis 

Niggas act like they was rootin' 

But they really be some goofies (they is) 

If you don't like me then sue me (what?) 

Yea my new girl got that booty 

That my new girl up in Gucci 

Yea, What? 

That my new girl up in Gucci 

Yea, What? 

Spend them bands all up in Gucci (Yeah) 

Look at your chain who your Jeweler? (What) 

You need to come to my Jeweler (Come on) 

I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah) 

I put a stick on my Ruger (Baa) 

In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah) 

Just met her, act like I knew her (I knew her) 

Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, Yeah) 

[Chorus x2] 

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) 

Let me catch my breath (Yeah) 

Let me count these checks (What) 

Flex on my Ex (Yeah) 

I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) 

Break up in a text (What?) 

Pull up in a G (Yeah) 

T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!) 

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[Verse 2] 

Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah) 

Almost didn't make it but I made it through (I made it, Yeah) 

Gettin' to the money, if you snooze you lose 

Woah, you should see the way that they plot on you (What?) 

What? Wait, why they plot on me? 

Cuz they really know that ain't no stopping me 

Like, first I hit my dance then they flock to me 

Went and did it all night, girl I gotta leave 

Yeah, pat your weave 

Damn, before you see your man 

Oh no, now you're mad, everything gon hit the fan 

I don't want that um again, I don't want want that again 

Even though that girl a ten, think we're better off being friends 

Sike!, I'm hit that again (yuh) 

I'mma lick that again, I'mma split that again 

Now I do what I want, can't do what I can 

Think you're on, not at all, cause you know I ball (yea, what?) 

Boy I heard you soft, I'mma cop it for the cost 

Smoke the gas on my cloth 

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[Chorus x2] 

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) 

Let me catch my breath (Yeah) 

Let me count these checks (What) 

Flex on my Ex (Yeah) 

I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) 

Break up in a text (What?) 

Pull up in a G (Yeah) 

T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!)