Uhh (feat. dev.Lfg)

I'm in a booth looking for bars 'cause I ain't got nothing to say

I need a bitch with built-in joysticks 'cause I ain't got nothing to play

Since I ain't got nothing to pay

Up some paper, I'm finna treat this team like it's a 100K

I'm finna lead you on just for a couple days

She thought I was finna settle down with her, I never up the bait

You keep spamming twerk songs like that's the only way

**** only recouped a bunch of views within a month of May

All them bitches dropping after the month of June

And I'm high as hell to smack the wax pen and try to punch the moon

I can't get that time back, so I'll prepare for new

The contract, my bitches got a sign, comprise a hundred rules

All you hos be overhyped, retract on how you view

I can't specify the ways I act, depending on my mood

Stick out the arm, and ate off half his face, I think it's dissing juice (damn)

My intentions equal his, I ain't got no different news

We stumped on ****' necks so many times, we need some different shoes

We up in scores for the zip, we need some different brooms

Artifiles is valid

Cool, ooh, okay, yeah

These illegal plays, artifiles is valid

I be bringing cannons to events, I feel like Miles Morales

These illegal guns, all the Glocks is automatic

Check the crib, we drench in lethal chemicals in all the cabinets

Let's cut up individuals and body bags, the can in my attic

I know the lengths that I take it, so I'ma let you have it

You walked in with a chop and started spraying, brody really savage

Hop on a plane with 20 guns, that's in the extra bag

Hop on the stage, and see me songs to get us extra status

Put your belongings on the plane and get it shipped to Dallas

You ain't capture what he said, then play it back on camera

You can't paint the motion that we got, but try it on this canvas

Pay us for a verse for you to drop, we travel with you hand us

Keep a bunch of hos up in the spot, we flew him out from Kansas

Huh, alright

I will not cage you

She called me cheating it in her face, I'm not explaining shit

I bought some peels to drop them in her drink, so I can lace my bitch

I'm tryna sneak around the crib and pray that shit, forget it

Ten gears stuffed inside my trance, come try to race this whip

Bro, six years we follow up the plan, it'll probably make us race

Ten gears stuffed inside my pants, come erase my dick

If I reach inside this car, we're trying to race my blick

I pull it out, then float in y'all lungs, it probably make y'all sick

I was finna say we ain't gon' scrap, but come and taste my fist

Ball it up and throw a couple blows, come tell him braces lit

You call us up, we'll throw you a couple bowls like we ain't 86

She catch a red nose from buying dog, it ain't no baby dick

Ay, you barely gettin' high after when you sip, like it's a baby script

We take the backup routes to get them going, we're gettin' baby shit

She's a clue to hos inside the backup house, and I'm my baby piss

Bro, I can never sort the rashes out, don't ever make me rich

Uh, yeah, bro, don't make us wealthy

Jurggin' up the chop when it was six, so I can keep it healthy

Uh, yeah, we be moving stealthy, packs of white girl throughout my homes

Like I'm Travis, ****, like I'm Travis Kelsey

You is not my oppa, what you tryna tell me?

You need worth of pants within your house, how dare you try to build me?

Uh, yeah, I'm daring each other with me, looking at the officer while I clutch, I dare to

Yeah, I'm daring each other with me, looking at the top, this where you tryna push me

Remember eighth grade at the lunch table, this where you try to push me

Uh, yeah, now we cooking beats

They done took a seat, bro, fuck a job, we booking feet

And set a date to meet up with some bitches like we booking freaks

And I can't make no sexual interaction until you move these sheets

Melodies, what the fuck my ****?