GLOCK IN MY PURSE LYRICS - LIL UZI VERT

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Glock In My Purse Song Details

"Glock In My Purse" is a song by American rapper Lil Uzi Vert, released on July 22, 2022. The song was produced by American record producer Mustard, and features additional vocals from American rapper Lil Uzi Vert. 

The song is a rap song with elements of trap music, and features a heavy bassline and 808 drums. The song's lyrics are about carrying a gun for protection, and being prepared for violence. The song has been praised for its catchy hook and Lil Uzi Vert's aggressive delivery.

Glock In My Purse Credits

  • Song: Glock In My Purse
  • Singer: Lil Uzi Vert
  • Lyrics By: Lil Uzi Vert & Mustard
  • Produced by Mustard
  • Album Red & White
  • Genre: Rap
  • Release Date: 22 July, 2022

Glock In My Purse Lyrics

[Intro]
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]
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 fu*k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Uh-uh)
Only lean, Penicillin (Penicillin)
All my nigga's, they dealin' (Dealin')

[Verse 1]
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 wan' be with me (Huh?)
'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 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)
Ooh, I got a Birkin (I got a Birkin), bitch
Ooh, I got a Birkin (I got a Birkin), bitch
Ooh, your bitch want a Birkin (Ayy), mm

[Chorus]
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 fu*k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Nah)

Only lean, Penicillin (Yeah)
All my nigga's, they dealin' (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 fu*k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Woah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Woah)
All my nigga's, they dealin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I don't think it's a purse
Look at it like a bag
How you talkin' 'bout purse? (How?)
If you fu*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 holdin' the mags (Phew)
Mixin' up the designer (Phew)
All my clothes, yeah, they clash (Phew)

And my bitch so thick (Phew)
That I walk on her ass (Oh my God)
And my bitch so rich (Woah)
That she walkin' through cash (Huh?)
And my bitch so boujee (Yeah)

That she walkin' on glass (Glass)
Yes I am Lil Uzi (Uzi)
Way richer than my dad (Yeah)
And I fu*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]
I am out of my fu*king mind (Hahaha)
And she's fu*king me and sucking me until she's out of her mind
Yeah
Everytime I buy my bitch 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]
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 fu*k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Nah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Yeah)
All my nigga's, they dealin' (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 fu*k this a purse? (How?)
Ain't no lip gloss in it (Woah)
Only lean, Penicillin (Woah)
All my nigga's, they dealin' (Lil Uzi)

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