Over Your Headwith Lil Uzi Vert Lyrics | Future

Yeah
(Everything you said went right over my head)
One, two (D. Hill) , one, two, three, whoa (yeah)
Everything I said went right over your head
Your head, went right over your head
She keep tryna text me leave her messages on read
On read, leave 'em on read
Fuck it off and end up with your best friend instead
Instead, your best friend instead (whoa)
I just spent three million dollars, they fell in her bed
In her bed, they fell in her bed (whoa)

I don't understand why they don't understand why they not hot as me
I can switch it up in a blink of an eye so you can't copy me
See, I can talk 'bout, um, this or that, but what the topic be?
Got a bad bitch that know life is good, so she my odyssey
Wins on top of the motherfucking beat
Pull up in some big, big Chanelys
Double C, Chanel on my feet
You don't know what's really up under my seat
Oversize playboy made my tee
Bad bitch pullin' up, ridin' a Jeep

She got her friend in the passenger seat
I fuck both of them off, my G
Treatin' the 'Rari like Srt
One for you and one for me
Tell me what you want from me
'Cause bad intentions what I see

On the real, baby, like you can just leave
On some real, I need some time, just to breathe
Knew you wasn't bein' honest with me
'Cause I'm a big dog and you chasin' the fleas (whoa)
Everything I said went right over your head
Your head, went right over your head
She keep tryna text, me leave her messages on read

On read, leave 'em on read
Fuck it off and end up with your best friend instead
Instead, your best friend instead (whoa)
I just spent three million dollars, they fell in her bed
In the bed, they fell in her bed (whoa)
You couldn't match my flight or top my speed
I'm too far out your league (wassup?)
Came from out the creek, came from out the streets
Spent ten mil' on the fleet (wassup?)

I got some eight, nine, dimes, tens
Quarters, this Patek Phillippes (yeah yeah)
California, Miami, down South, Midwest, a piece (I got a foreign)
I'm in the turbo ride with a Pocahontas meltin' an ice cream (let's go)
I'm like a tickin' time bomb, you blowin' up from reality (Pluto)
Yeah, I got the juice to boost, yeah
I buy boxes and I buy boobs
I buy whips like Christian Loubs

Switch it out with your wardrobe, barely new (switching it out)
I'm settin' fire to every block, it ain't safe no more, I'm hot (ha)
Blow up like the nitro 'til we see fireworks in the sky (fireworks)
Can't say she belong to the street
She fuck with me, 'cause I'm that guy (I can't say that)
If you don't comprehend it, no, we can't see eye to eye
Everything I said it went right over your head
Your head, it went right over your head (woo)

She keep tryna text, me leave her messages on read
On read (I leave it on read) , leave 'em on read (oh, yeah)
Fuckin' off and leave here with your best friend instead
Instead, with your best friend instead (whoa)
And I just spent three million dollars, they fell in her bed
In the bed, they fell in her bed (whoa)