UKA UKA

Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin' on, yeah

Ooh, said I made y'all

So how could I be mad that I ain't y'all?

Same reason why I hate y'all

Hop up in this 'Rari then I race off, aye

Do the dash in this racecar

Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off? Aye

Better say your damn grace, dog

You're blind in reality, just like you're Ray Charles

Aye, I don't want no more pressure

No, I don't want no more pressure

No, I don't want no more pressure

Ah, don't want no more pressure

Ah, don't want no more pressure

Ah, don't want no more pressure, ah

Aye, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab

Aye, choppers by my side, you know it clap

Like your bitch ass, big bag

Big cash, and I tote a big gat

Aftermath, I been dressed in all black

Got the black mask

I'll pull it out the motherfuckin' black bag

Ooh, yeah, and drop your ass

Bang bang, lil' ****, you left in the past

Ooh, aye, son these ****, I'm your dad

Big racks on my body, baby got this cash

Pray these goofy **** really goin' outside

Give these pussy **** hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh

Swear I want no pressure

No, swear I want no pressure

No, swear I want no pressure

No, swear I want no pressure

No, swear I want no pressure

No, swear I want no pressure

No, swear I want no pressure

Ooh, aye, ooh, are you **** really from the field?

Or are you **** really from the hills?

I got a mob of **** coming by the mills

They'll shoot your ass down, boy, for 1400 kills, for real

I'm tryna find your fuckin' chill

I'm off this Actavis, I'm tryna pop a seal

I don't do Xannies baby, no, don't do no pills

I'm just smokin' on dope, baby

Just thumbin' through the mills, so ill