Talkin'
Uchies
Bacc on the mic
Shit crazy I can't stay out this mothafucca
Look
I be catching hints can you say it with ya chest?
I'm always sweet talking baby let me get some rest
I ain't no chatterbox ima laid back playa
No i'm not a thot but it's easy like a layup
I'm really not a playa i'm just sayin'
I can holla spit game back to back Dame Dolla
Uchies in the booth and he spittin' like a loogie
We can chill for 10 days, prolly sign you like you Boogie
Wearing all my hoodies do I look like A Boogie?
Goin' through my phone well I guess you just a rookie
You ain't find shit
What the fucc you want a cookie?
Yes I flip bags scuff marks on the Ballys
Don on the line best believe it's a rally
Always with my brothas different blood but we family
F-M-B till I die no cappin'
Fuccin with the mob it's a wrap like saran
Whole lotta blickys this Iraq not the Land
Whole lotta blues like a crip with these bands
Fallin' out my hand that's my Uchie stance
You gotta pretty face that's my oouwee glance
And if I get lucky i'm the coochie man
Jiggin' on the beat yes i'm in my bag
Stepping on the beat or what Spongebob said
Nonchalant dude ion care but it's true
On to the next cause I really hate to stress
I don't fall in love cause I do it to the necc
I love pretty women but they always live in Tex
Ima Mexican dude but my love language French
Get it from my gramps may the pimp lay in rest
I ask where ya from I ain't talkin' bout the set
Baby you so bad you gotta be off the jet
Ion do socials cause i'm barely on the net
These niggas so fake and these bitches play pretend
Every time i'm on the scene they just wanna make amends
I ain't here for fake friends
The mob came for the M's
Wattstown goon I just had to represent
Bag Blower Uchies done did it again
I just shitbagged the mic like a verbal drive-by
Dapped up the goonz we don't do high fives
Callin' us a gang ion know any signs
The homie here deaf we just talkin' with the guy
Eatin' up the beat I ain't even order fries
It's the mob
F-M-B
Uchies
Come here Lucky, I wanna whisper something to you
You wanna smell my punani?
Yea
Jesse, he wanna smell my punani...
Bacc on the mic
Shit crazy I can't stay out this mothafucca
Look
I be catching hints can you say it with ya chest?
I'm always sweet talking baby let me get some rest
I ain't no chatterbox ima laid back playa
No i'm not a thot but it's easy like a layup
I'm really not a playa i'm just sayin'
I can holla spit game back to back Dame Dolla
Uchies in the booth and he spittin' like a loogie
We can chill for 10 days, prolly sign you like you Boogie
Wearing all my hoodies do I look like A Boogie?
Goin' through my phone well I guess you just a rookie
You ain't find shit
What the fucc you want a cookie?
Yes I flip bags scuff marks on the Ballys
Don on the line best believe it's a rally
Always with my brothas different blood but we family
F-M-B till I die no cappin'
Fuccin with the mob it's a wrap like saran
Whole lotta blickys this Iraq not the Land
Whole lotta blues like a crip with these bands
Fallin' out my hand that's my Uchie stance
You gotta pretty face that's my oouwee glance
And if I get lucky i'm the coochie man
Jiggin' on the beat yes i'm in my bag
Stepping on the beat or what Spongebob said
Nonchalant dude ion care but it's true
On to the next cause I really hate to stress
I don't fall in love cause I do it to the necc
I love pretty women but they always live in Tex
Ima Mexican dude but my love language French
Get it from my gramps may the pimp lay in rest
I ask where ya from I ain't talkin' bout the set
Baby you so bad you gotta be off the jet
Ion do socials cause i'm barely on the net
These niggas so fake and these bitches play pretend
Every time i'm on the scene they just wanna make amends
I ain't here for fake friends
The mob came for the M's
Wattstown goon I just had to represent
Bag Blower Uchies done did it again
I just shitbagged the mic like a verbal drive-by
Dapped up the goonz we don't do high fives
Callin' us a gang ion know any signs
The homie here deaf we just talkin' with the guy
Eatin' up the beat I ain't even order fries
It's the mob
F-M-B
Uchies
Come here Lucky, I wanna whisper something to you
You wanna smell my punani?
Yea
Jesse, he wanna smell my punani...
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Writer(s): J.r. Uchies
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