Uzi
Swear to god bro
These motherfuckers do not know
What they're talking about, whenever it comes to my music bro
I will make this shit how ever i want
Like, on my momma bro
It's Z.L.
My Uzi came with a stick, heard your bitch got a dick
Let me take a flick, of your bitch that's licking my dick
She see's the Sea Men, but all she wants is my semen
So she takes a sip and wants to lick
All up on your bitch and she says "merch"
All she does is flirt
(All she does is fuckin' flirt)
My Uzi came with a stick, and a stick only
Heard yo bitch is freaky, now she all up on me
Uh, she rubbing me like I was some pork
Can we consider fucking a new sport?
Aight I'm done talking 'bout the freaky shit, lets get to the blicky shit
Swear to god my stick got 30 rounds, I will add 30 pounds to you
Go and add 'em up
Go and add 'em up
Add him to the back of the truck
Dump 'em in the freezer, add some white to him like Caesar
Add some green, make his life easier
Head to the windy city, it might get breezier
Corny ass lines give these bitches mixed signs
And my career inclines, add some red to him like he is Heinz
Bars after bars, I can never rent any cars
My shits leased as far as the eye can see
Bitches say they can count on you like
But all I need is a bitch who really want me
(That's all I need)
Flex all these hoes
I need some more
I'm on my dough
I'm on my cash
I'm on my dough
I need some more
Hella my dough
(Ace beats)
Got the weed, right in my lungs
Uh, flex all these hoes
Flex all these hoes, fuckin' bitches, yeah in the pool (Yeah)
Not the same as these stupid keerful (Ay, ay, ay) (I need some more)
Indica got me lazy, pussy boy talking crazy
Getting those racks. getting that cheddar, keep a Uzi, keep a berretta (Yeah)
You getting shit and more shitty I'm getting better and better
Send a shot off like a letter, drinking that henny, hop in the Bentley
Sneaking up, lean in my cup
My Uzi came with a stick, heard your bitch got a dick
Let me take a flick, of your bitch that's licking my dick
She see's the Sea Men, but all she wants is my semen
So she takes a sip and wants to lick
All up on your bitch and she says "merch"
All she does is flirt (Yeah, yeah)
Pick up a rack, fuck in her back
Pop out with a mac, pop out with a tech
Shoot at the head, and hit the neck
Turn your ass to a reck
Pull up and take me a fraction
Pull up you know we attacking
Load in the clip then i be racking
Yeah, on that paper, we ain't talking no napkin
Know that I'm packing
We really getting the bag, dissin' on me your toe gon' have a tag
See them dough's we getting it, like we Eminem
Cop a rari and a benz you know we spinning them
Tell a man, i ain't on minute man
Pick up a bag, pick up a rag
Bounce out with a mac
Bullets penetrating like a Tac
Bet a fullback
Boy looking like he missing a chromosome
Aim at your dome, beretta made it a chrome
Tik, Tok, times running up, better run out my block
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Indica got me lazy, pussy boy talking crazy
Getting those racks. getting that cheddar, keep a Uzi, keep a berretta (Yeah)
You getting shit and more shitty, I'm getting better and better
Send a shot off like a letter, drinking that henny hop in the Bentley
Sneaking up, lean in my cup
These motherfuckers do not know
What they're talking about, whenever it comes to my music bro
I will make this shit how ever i want
Like, on my momma bro
It's Z.L.
My Uzi came with a stick, heard your bitch got a dick
Let me take a flick, of your bitch that's licking my dick
She see's the Sea Men, but all she wants is my semen
So she takes a sip and wants to lick
All up on your bitch and she says "merch"
All she does is flirt
(All she does is fuckin' flirt)
My Uzi came with a stick, and a stick only
Heard yo bitch is freaky, now she all up on me
Uh, she rubbing me like I was some pork
Can we consider fucking a new sport?
Aight I'm done talking 'bout the freaky shit, lets get to the blicky shit
Swear to god my stick got 30 rounds, I will add 30 pounds to you
Go and add 'em up
Go and add 'em up
Add him to the back of the truck
Dump 'em in the freezer, add some white to him like Caesar
Add some green, make his life easier
Head to the windy city, it might get breezier
Corny ass lines give these bitches mixed signs
And my career inclines, add some red to him like he is Heinz
Bars after bars, I can never rent any cars
My shits leased as far as the eye can see
Bitches say they can count on you like
But all I need is a bitch who really want me
(That's all I need)
Flex all these hoes
I need some more
I'm on my dough
I'm on my cash
I'm on my dough
I need some more
Hella my dough
(Ace beats)
Got the weed, right in my lungs
Uh, flex all these hoes
Flex all these hoes, fuckin' bitches, yeah in the pool (Yeah)
Not the same as these stupid keerful (Ay, ay, ay) (I need some more)
Indica got me lazy, pussy boy talking crazy
Getting those racks. getting that cheddar, keep a Uzi, keep a berretta (Yeah)
You getting shit and more shitty I'm getting better and better
Send a shot off like a letter, drinking that henny, hop in the Bentley
Sneaking up, lean in my cup
My Uzi came with a stick, heard your bitch got a dick
Let me take a flick, of your bitch that's licking my dick
She see's the Sea Men, but all she wants is my semen
So she takes a sip and wants to lick
All up on your bitch and she says "merch"
All she does is flirt (Yeah, yeah)
Pick up a rack, fuck in her back
Pop out with a mac, pop out with a tech
Shoot at the head, and hit the neck
Turn your ass to a reck
Pull up and take me a fraction
Pull up you know we attacking
Load in the clip then i be racking
Yeah, on that paper, we ain't talking no napkin
Know that I'm packing
We really getting the bag, dissin' on me your toe gon' have a tag
See them dough's we getting it, like we Eminem
Cop a rari and a benz you know we spinning them
Tell a man, i ain't on minute man
Pick up a bag, pick up a rag
Bounce out with a mac
Bullets penetrating like a Tac
Bet a fullback
Boy looking like he missing a chromosome
Aim at your dome, beretta made it a chrome
Tik, Tok, times running up, better run out my block
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Indica got me lazy, pussy boy talking crazy
Getting those racks. getting that cheddar, keep a Uzi, keep a berretta (Yeah)
You getting shit and more shitty, I'm getting better and better
Send a shot off like a letter, drinking that henny hop in the Bentley
Sneaking up, lean in my cup
Credits
Writer(s): Zach Lund
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