UGK (feat. MBS 4ACE)
King of the unground cant stop until im main stream
Graduated, school had kicked me out but that aint phase me
Left her in nineteen but she still stalking on my main feed
Niggas say they trapping but they still posting that same weed
All these niggas acting like they really out here like that
But i know that they capping go ask brodie for your pipe back
Took you out your shit and you still hurt about that slight rack
That was in eighteen i swear he still cant flip no za pack
Like where the work at trying to mix it flip it and serve that
Know where he lurk at imma spin it hit him and turn back
Lil bro a opp pack gotta roll it spark it and smoke that
These niggas aint spin back im on that block serving this pack
You can shoot it eat it snort it nigga tell me what you need
Like is you really shopping or you just wanna a lil weed
I stay serving them clucks dont give a fuck they buying g's
Im pistol toting nasty potion got me loving greed
Its my turn!
Its big mb four we gone blow the whole house down
Hop out the car with a sub surround sound
Red dot on this shit send that boy right to clown town
And i know when I die they gone take me back downtown
Bitch I'm the realest, you niggas like fake sounds
Real head buster but you aint push a face down
Smoking your bro and he mid need to face loud
I'm with yung scheme make a fuck night lay down
Ate a cool ten now a fuck nigga face round
Scared of the gang so we won't see face round
You niggas pussy gone rule with a fake crown
Riding round town in the buick, this a fake crown
This bitch think i'm cheating but Iim at a stakeout
Rey turn up heat like a trip to the statehouse
He think he a titan ready cut the whole nape out
You can't come to the crib this the motherfucking pape
Living ain't likely cause bitch we ain't fighting
Big four a bulldog and no you like him
I'm killing off god so you gone have to smite me
I fuck with lil ace but big bro need some type beats
Give a fuck if you like me yo bitch finna bite
She back at my place and i bet we ain't fighting
Long ass clip no you don't wanna fight these
I'm off perc and the lean looking chinese
All black jeans and a tee fuck a hype beast
Toss bro a perc and bar told him try these
Knocking one off and the rest die like siamese
And I'm with some demons that all live inside me
Graduated, school had kicked me out but that aint phase me
Left her in nineteen but she still stalking on my main feed
Niggas say they trapping but they still posting that same weed
All these niggas acting like they really out here like that
But i know that they capping go ask brodie for your pipe back
Took you out your shit and you still hurt about that slight rack
That was in eighteen i swear he still cant flip no za pack
Like where the work at trying to mix it flip it and serve that
Know where he lurk at imma spin it hit him and turn back
Lil bro a opp pack gotta roll it spark it and smoke that
These niggas aint spin back im on that block serving this pack
You can shoot it eat it snort it nigga tell me what you need
Like is you really shopping or you just wanna a lil weed
I stay serving them clucks dont give a fuck they buying g's
Im pistol toting nasty potion got me loving greed
Its my turn!
Its big mb four we gone blow the whole house down
Hop out the car with a sub surround sound
Red dot on this shit send that boy right to clown town
And i know when I die they gone take me back downtown
Bitch I'm the realest, you niggas like fake sounds
Real head buster but you aint push a face down
Smoking your bro and he mid need to face loud
I'm with yung scheme make a fuck night lay down
Ate a cool ten now a fuck nigga face round
Scared of the gang so we won't see face round
You niggas pussy gone rule with a fake crown
Riding round town in the buick, this a fake crown
This bitch think i'm cheating but Iim at a stakeout
Rey turn up heat like a trip to the statehouse
He think he a titan ready cut the whole nape out
You can't come to the crib this the motherfucking pape
Living ain't likely cause bitch we ain't fighting
Big four a bulldog and no you like him
I'm killing off god so you gone have to smite me
I fuck with lil ace but big bro need some type beats
Give a fuck if you like me yo bitch finna bite
She back at my place and i bet we ain't fighting
Long ass clip no you don't wanna fight these
I'm off perc and the lean looking chinese
All black jeans and a tee fuck a hype beast
Toss bro a perc and bar told him try these
Knocking one off and the rest die like siamese
And I'm with some demons that all live inside me
Credits
Writer(s): Micheal Christopher Mims
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