Suddenly all 5 feet and 4 inches of pure energy that is Lil Uzi Vert bounds into the spotlight, and the crowd goes absolutely apeshit.Īfter a 30-odd-minute set that features “Bad and Boujee,” Uzi hitting the Shoot Dance, and a couple “XO Tour Llif3” performances, Uzi and his group of friends wait out the storm backstage. The thousands of Texan high schoolers chanting UZI UZI UZI in the amphitheater are, if anything, even more lit after waiting all night. Less than 20 seconds later, he’s at the edge of the stage. What’s that shirt? Prada? “Um, Burberry,” he says calmly. After about seven frames, he bolts for the entrance. I fire off a few questions as he hops up the stairs: Quick portrait for GQ? He strikes a pose, hands flashing peace signs on either side of the scarf.
He’s tied the scarf over his Joker-green dreads, and his neck is wrapped in several pounds of gold braids and diamond-encrusted pieces, the largest of which says “YSL” in bubble letters. Uzi is wearing a patterned camp shirt and plaid Burberry scarf over skinny Rick Owens jeans and white Air Force Ones. sound curfew, Uzi’s black van pulls in and, at the same moment, DJ PForReal drops the beat to an unreleased track inside. As the cop manning the loading dock at the Toyota Music Factory stresses about Irving’s 11:00 P.M. By 10:40, the only sure thing is that the huge Texas skies are about to unleash a biblical thunderstorm.