Lyrics uhhh - Zack Fox, P. Morris

uhhh

You made that?
Yeah
somethin' bad my DJ
Brr, yeah
Back again
somethin' bad my
Hoe, sit down, I got cash I need to calculate
Soon as I walk up in this bitch, the opps evacuate
Choppin' up them blades, brought the choppas to a dinner date
Ridin' 'round hot, drop the top, I need to ventilate
Bitch ring the bell, beat a nigga like I’m Triple H
Whip red as hell, bitch I’m bleeding down the interstate
All my niggas hungry, bitch you lucky you ain’t getting ate
Way I hate these niggas you figure that I invented hate
Goddamn, all of my bitches speak different languages
Goddamn, if this shit don’t shak then bitch I’m takin' shit
Boy I got so many sticks I let enmies take a pic
Pussy nigga mad I told him,
«Eat a bag of baby dicks»
Uh
Y’all niggas not it
Uh
All my niggas pop shit