Uh Oh

Yo yo, uh (Yo yo, uh)

I be like uh oh, I can't fuck with a hoe, no
She only want me for my Gucci and my dope clothes
And I got dope flows, chilling out with dope bros
Kicking opposition and flicking up with the photos

Uh oh, I can't fuck with a hoe (No)
She only want me for the Gucci and the dope clothes
And I got dope flows, chilling out with dope bros
Kicking opposition and flicking up with the photos

Are you ready? Let's go, think I'm ready for the show
Hit the corner store, then I'm gonna split out with the bros
Smell that odor that we blowing, gas all up in your nose
I'm a bonafide nigga, only in it for the hoes
You nigga's some sloppy seconds, 'cause I'm the freshest of all

I'mma ball, shit, knock these niggas out the garden
Shootin' shots, thirteen, call me Harden
Don't get me started, I lay the beat to rest
Triple homicide, me and my nigga's bringing the best

One to the two, to the three, to the four
Camera man, paparazzi busting through the door
Invading the privacies of the mp3s on the floor
To extort and report you soft niggas in court
To the three, I be shooting everything, I'm never sure

Six three, but the green genetics
A diabetic 'cause my lyricism sweet with aesthetics, forget it
I'm pushing fiends, switching up with the rhetoric
Finger flipping off the kings, and getting greed for the hell of it, what?

Uh huh (What), Uh huh (What)

I be like uh oh, I can't fuck with a hoe, no
She only want me for my Gucci and my dope clothes
And I got dope flows, chilling out with dope bros
Kicking opposition and flicking up with the photos

Uh oh, I can't fuck with a hoe (No)
She only want me for the Gucci and the dope clothes
And I got dope flows, chilling out with dope bros
Kicking opposition and flicking up with the photos

Five to the six, to the seven, to the eight
Uh, I keep it the tightest, the flyest, I write it with paese ya see?
So bend a knee to your highness, ah
Nobody can stop it, the future gets better, I'm only a prophet
The properties are likely closer than Nostradamus

I need a break, the tape is running low
But flows get better though, get hit, Barretta scope
The funds are never low, don't sink, just let it float
Was thinking 'bout all these feelings, well figure, just let 'em go, oh

Four to the three, to the two, to the one, to the
Uh oh, I can't mess with a false prophet
Stop it, yeah, you telling me I'm out of pocket
Got me thinking I'm trying to hard bringing the bars
Playing the part, I'm slaying the hearts, playing the cards

I'm in a day dream, stuck in my mind
I'm writing fast, but I ain't got the time to shine bright in my prime
I'm fighting for peace, and keeping the keys
Impeaching the fees, and killing the beat
Call it a spree, uh

I be like uh oh, I can't fuck with a hoe, no
She only want me for my Gucci and my dope clothes
And I got dope flows, chilling out with dope bros
Kicking opposition and flicking up with the photos

Uh oh, I can't fuck with a hoe (No)
She only want me for the Gucci and the dope clothes
And I got dope flows, chilling out with dope bros
Kicking opposition and flicking up with the photos

Uh oh