Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song UA Broz , by - Tricky Nicki. Release date: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
UA Broz |
| Ua bros on a beat |
| We gon save them streets, we got em, got em |
| Ua got em, tricky got em, can’t say shit bout me |
| Bitch |
| Was, am, will be always true, you call me g |
| Still hating on me, putting blame on me |
| Bitch, bitch |
| Jumping outta coupe, you jump on a d |
| Thank you may be free, yeah bitch you are free |
| Tricky, tricky |
| Riding for all of his peeps, hoe |
| Tricky, tricky |
| Riding for all of his peeps, hoe |
| Block, blocka |
| Ballin' so hard when I’m taking that ball |
| I’m taking my time, then I’m grabbing that all |
| Look at my wrist when I’m reaching my goal |
| Follow thru' shit when I’m swishing dat ball |
| Fuck it up (x6) |
| Ukraine in this B |
| You’re Never gon' fuck it up |
| «Bro, your my bro, come on let’s get it» |
| Said slimeball and left the building |
| I step out the crib |
| And make my shit popin |
| Don’t hang whit no rats |
| That just not how I’m rocking |
| Full of design |
| You now homie popin |
| Fuckin' your bitch and she don’t wanna stop |
| UA got rich of the vatos |
| In the hood man ride around whit choppa |
| My gang whit me |
| Fell like el chapo |
| Most of you rappers is not hard |
| Rolling in back in the car |
| Rolling in back in the car |
| I really don’t have a heart |
| I really don’t have a heart |
| Some of my my homies still rob |
| Doing the job |
| On the block |
| Some of my homies still rob |
| Sending 'em hoes on a block |
| I step out the crib |
| And make my shit popin |
| Don’t hang whit no rats |
| That just not how I’m rocking |
| Full of design |
| You now homie popin |
| Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop |
| UA trapin whit huncho |
| Sipping moxito and smokin on dope |
| Fuckin your bitch and she bringing me doe |
| She ain’t bringing me money |
| I kick down the hoe |
| She ain’t bringing me bags man |
| She gotta roll |
| It trap man 24/7 still go |
| Gang gang whit me |
| You now how we roll |
| Salut to my brother |
| That sending them hoes |
| I step out the crib |
| And make my shit popin |
| Don’t hang whit no rats |
| That just not how I’m rocking |
| Full of design |
| You now homie popin |
| Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop |
| Mane we came from the lutck |
| It was hard |
| Shoutout to my brotha |
| He put me on bars |
| He show me hot to rap |
| He show me how be hard |
| Sometimes it was hard |
| But we made it too far |
| We made too far |
| Sometimes it was hard but we made it too far bitch ouuu |