Lil Uzi Vert – Fire Alarm Lyrics

Lil Uzi Vert – Fire Alarm Lyrics

Fire Alarm Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert is a New English song from the album “Pink Tape” sung by popular rapper Lil Uzi Vert. Lyrics of this song are penned by Lil Uzi Vert & Fousheé and music produced by Snow Strippers.

Fire Alarm Song Details
Singer : Lil Uzi Vert
Album : Pink Tape
Lyrics : Lil Uzi Vert, Fousheé, Graham T Perez, Don Cannon
Music : Snow Strippers, Don Cannon
Label : Atlantic Records, Generation Now

Fire Alarm Lyrics

Top Floor
Sleep on me if you wanna
I can’t even see myself, be myself, be myself
I can’t even see myself, I’m myself, I’m myself
I can’t see myself, hurt myself, hurt myself
I can’t be myself, see myself, f**k myself
(I wanna see it)
I can’t be myself, see myself, I’m myself
I can’t be myself, see myself, slice myself (Don’t be shy)
I can’t sell my soul, clean my soul, slice my soul
I can’t be myself, see myself, freak myself (Woah)
Freak myself
I can’t free myself
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm

F**k your b*tch, call emergency
Ain’t no b*tch never heard of me
I f**k hoes off burgundy, she said “Can I get a Birkin please?”
I did three hoes in one day, so I gave my fourth girl dirty D
In her jaw, she want a breaker, Ed, Edd and Eddy like Double D
Sent her an Uber, like “Come with me”
I ain’t even touch her, she cum for me
Takin’ these percs, she known for me
F**k on her friends, ’cause she wrong for me

Don’t be nervous
(F**k on her friends, ’cause she wrong for me)
I just want you to go crazy when the beat drop, just like, just-
Takin’ these percs, she known for me
F**k on her friends, yeah, she wrong for me

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah
Takin’ these pills, and these pills got me outer space
Got me out of my mind, I went and-, aagh
All of my money, my pants, my money, my money, my pants
My watch on my wrist, it ain’t coachin’ with fans
My Richard, my Richard, my Richard a millie
It cost way more than your lil’ Rollie
I treat my foreign like it was a stoley
I put the ice on my ankle like goalie
Diamond my neck and it can’t get no colder
Solitaire ring, and my neck is boulder
Love for my job, but I’m still sellin’ coca
I know some b*tches that diggin’ the soda
I like this b*tch, but I can’t even hold her
None of these b*tches, we really don’t own ’em
Yellow stones on me, they look like it’s sunny
One of my chains on my neck is a Franko
It was a dip in the ocean like Homer
None of these ni**as they fresher than Uzi
Feelin’ up on me like an organ donor, woah
None of these ni**as they fresher than Uzi
Feelin’ up on me like an organ donor
She gave me head like that b*tch got diploma
Can pour up a four, but I ain’t want paloma
She pull up on me to handle the boner
Original YSL, b*tch, I’m a stoner, woo, woo

The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo
Woo-woo