Lyrics Uber Wit A Dub - SOB X RBE, DaBoii, Yhung T.O.

Uber Wit A Dub

Niggas want me dead so I’m ridin' with' the stick
Glock 22 with' a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on 'em better pray I don’t miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic you gon' get that shit flipped
In a Uber with' a dub, got that bag on me
I don’t like the conversation I don’t talk, bitch you can cash on me
Baby slide me, it can’t fold that’s that fast money
Fuck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'
Pussy nigga want the beef, guess what?
You can have it
Drew Banga on the beat so this mufucka slappin
Glock 21, I’m a mufuckin' savage
Moon walkin' in these jugs call that boppin' with' this plastic
Just had a convo with' the mic I ain’t puttin' it down
And you the type to act a ass when it’s pussy around
And I’m a stand up type nigga can’t push me around
I told security mind they business ain’t pattin' me down
And I was broke as hell and jokes and come laugh at me now
And this Glock like Shaquille how it’s backin' him down
You ain’t investing with them bands you’ll be back in a drought
Keep on callin' in for work and be back on the couch
Ops want smoke?
Fuck it let 'em have it all
Nigga you been lost up in that sauce but here’s a map for y’all
That syrup gon' help me catch up on them z’s like the dragon ball
And I never wear a hat I don’t cap at all
Death threats, they make my tummy tickle
Pussy you can’t hide forever we gon' come and get you
And I don’t give a fuck if my cousin with' you
'Cause on the love for the gang this shit unconditional
Niggas want me dead so I’m ridin' with' the stick
Glock 22 with' a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on 'em better pray I don’t miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic you gon' get that shit flipped
In a Uber with' a dub, got that bag on me
I don’t like the conversation I don’t talk, bitch you can cash on me
Baby slide me, it can’t fold that’s that fast money
Fuck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'
Been like a month since I done slid through the sucka side
But don’t trip I’m on my way so nigga run and hide
And we gon' catch you niggas slippin' it just come with' time
It’s RBN OBM nigga ain’t nowhere to sign
I don’t wanna think you niggas took my kindness for weakness
Fifty bands on my wrist bitch you broke you ain’t eatin'
Slid with' this chop and drop it off 'cause I ain’t need it
Talk?
Ain’t no reason, nigga ain’t no reasoning
Ooh I’ma be glad when these niggas ain’t breathin'
Slingin' with' no mask on my face just to see you
And when I had this Glock on 'em he ain’t believe it
Oh head shot so the doctor can’t treat it
I ain’t fuckin' with' you niggas, that’s on Tu and L
They say rich niggas don’t do drills but I’ma do it still
Nigga’s gettin' out of hand I had to put him in his place
I’ma slide and slide again until they put me in my grave
Niggas want me dead so I’m ridin' with' the stick
Glock 22 with' a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on 'em better pray I don’t miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic you gon' get that shit flipped
In a Uber with' a dub, got that bag on me
I don’t like the conversation I don’t talk, bitch you can cash on me
Baby slide me, it can’t fold that’s that fast money
Fuck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'
Pussy nigga want the beef, guess what?
You can have it
Drew Banga on the beat so this mufucka slappin
Glock 21, I’m a mufuckin' savage
Moon walkin' in these gels call that boppin' with' this plastic