Lyrics Uchies - Drakeo The Ruler, Jay 305

Uchies

Uchies, uchies
Uchies, uchies, uchies
Uchies, uchies
Try me?
please, you don’t have enough uchies
Let alone enough groupies, I’m ridin' with the broskis
Tell me how you wanna do it, killers ride to my music
On God I can’t think straight, a buck fifty on the E-way
They ain’t never finna get me, they ain’t never finna get me
But they can get a high speed chase
Anything for the uchies, tryna tell you I’m the Ruler
Heads down when you speak to me
Get on your knees when you greet me
You know I got it in me, and nigga your attitude
Don’t like pops in my business, too many pops from the beginning
I’m riding with a sentence
I’m all about the uchies, tired of bump-ins with new
They be acting like they won’t
Ten bands for a lawyer, that was just for him to speak to me
Niggas wanna write grievances
'Cause they hating on my knots, why they hating on my knots?
'Cause they hugging on the block, I tried to tell you I’m a problem
Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies
Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies
Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies
Anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies
Midnight mission, on my bullshit
Looking for some money and a cool bitch
Still getting money off of «Youzza Flip»
You looking like a bum, like a hipster bitch
You bummies, other people’s money
12 years old got beat up for serving dummies
I love the uchi, goddamn I love the money
My play auntie, was my favorite smoker
Taught me how to cook up, shake, and play poker
Let me hustle out her car to go to Oakland
Go stupid, got hyphy with the hustle
And I yatted out this gat
I used to sell my lunch tickets, and hit the dice game, ooh
Drakeo, that’s Mr. Get Dough
Jay 305, Mr. Mr. Good Dough
Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies uchies
Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies
Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies
Anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies
Mr. Uchies, cold devil, it’s life threatening
Chop a nigga down for these pints, it’s my medicine
If I don’t chilly, bye bye bitch you ain’t getting nada
Keep the bloodiest bottle 'cause I ain’t never wore Prada
Bleed 'em, fuck it, these niggas I never need 'em
Riding in the Boondocks, we dodgin' the Stinc nina
Bleed teamer, ain’t fucking him, ain’t fucking me neither
A fake watch, a fake chain, on me there’s neither
The Stinc Teamer, this nigga’s a meat beater
Silly billy, call shirley nigga 'cause we leaving
Twenty strips on the floor for any nigga competing
Jesus, somebody call a deacon
Threw so much money, shit the altar need a cleaning
I should get a beating, all this money I’m receiving
Threw so much money, shit the altar need a cleaning
Cause bitch I’m getting uchies, believe it
Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies uchies
Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies
Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies
Anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies