Top Songs By Ubi
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ubi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike S. Viglione
Songwriter
Michael Summers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Summers
Producer
Lyrics
You got to know the truth
I'm on the rise and my stock will blow the roof
see whatever was an obstacle to you is just a target I lock load and shoot
with every L that you take you get to earn a lesson learned it's impossible to lose
see whatever was an obstacle to you is just a Target I lock load and shoot
Y'all gotta know that I rock the boat and lean
While you bussin that hobby flow for free
I'll be sittin with the optimos and green probably plottin on a pot of gold that gleam
If I ever take a shot at your regime I fuck around and catch a body on the scene
you ought to know that my audio Supreme
got your girl fallin like a domino for me
You got a hunch don't Quasimodo me for you get punched in your snotty nose and sneeze
Imma take it through the Barrio and Breeze through the bay buddy everybody know the STEE
We gon see how far we go
my whole team
Catch a plane and take a party overseas
I stay runnin cuh the cardio is key
And I made money whether the weather was snow hail sleet rain sunny
I came
I came up finna get my game up, AH!
wake up your brain bruh I literally rose up now I'm finna blow up, BLAH!
pay cut just ain't us now give it to me my touch similar to virus, YAH!
You lame Fuh can't buss it sicker than me, blockin my lane?
Cock and I aim, blockah when i pop at your brain motherfucker
You got to know the truth
I'm on the rise and my stock will blow the roof
see whatever was an obstacle to you is just a target I lock load and shoot
catch a round that I bus then you must have been doin somethin that you're not supposed to do
see whatever was an obstacle to you is just a Target
I lock load and shoot
Lock load and shoot
you don't want to make a scene and rush the team fuck with me I will stop the show for you
see whatever was an obstacle to you is just a target
I lock and load (and shoot)
Y'all know how it go its like I'll be dope and then yo cru hate
Mariposa with the cute face
you prolly home sittin with your tube steak while there's bodies floatin in Troost Lake yo
I be throwing them body blows and now your ribs bruised am I sorry no
I stay winnin like I'm Mario while your face drippin on Wasabi nose
boy I'm straight business everyday bitches
bussin at me and I'm a shoot back and when I aim hit it like a clay pigeon
killin em all like I'm Orenthal Jiggy James trippin in a maid minute I don't play with it
I make plays heavy weight liftin while you shake blame everyday ditchin when the frame fit it indicate kitten
Pussycat
what the fuck were you lookin at?
(With your) hands all in my goodie bag but still can't call it when the cookie crack and then the cake crumble boy I stay humble
if you stand in my same huddle then affect the way that my pay funnel don't expect my name to just stay Rubble
I am not Barney you are not Fred
stupid motherfucker you could drop dead
the way I wrote it down rare as a rhinoceros
Yee ain't fuckin with me son it's preposterous
You better buryin your head like an Ostrich
I load it up and bus it when I'm locked in
My committee is gunnin comin for your top 10
and then we livin long in peace and we Prosperin
You got to know the truth
I'm on the rise and my stock will blow the roof
see whatever was an obstacle to you is just a target I lock load and shoot
with every L that you take you get to earn a lesson learned it's impossible to lose
see whatever was an obstacle to you is just a Target
lock load and shoot
Lock load and shoot
you don't want to make a scene and rush the team fuck with me I will stop the show for you
see whatever was an obstacle to you is just a target
I lock and load (and shoot)
Written by: Michael Summers, Mike S. Viglione