Uh Uh

Brr
Soo
Ooh-wee
(Trauma Tone)
Skrrt, Trackhawk gon' spin off
Baby sellin' ass, shit, she tryna
Get that rent off
Bro just caught an aggravated
Charge, he at the big house
Pistol whip him 'til his jaw break
He got a big mouth
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck your baby
Daddy
Bitch, you ain't say that last week
When we was in his Caddy
Lil' bro just got twenty years
Had too much ice up in the baggy
White bitch look like Britney Spears
She choose up, bing, drop the addy
Ain't nothin' toxic but these
Diamonds in watches (Ayy)
Adam Sandler, waterboy, I ain't
Drinkin' out no faucet (Ayy)
Double blinds on the Maybach
Them feds watching (Ayy)
Every time a nigga play with
Them birds, an egg droppin'
Rob a ho that's payin' me
I'm findin' you
Tape a nigga lips together
Ask him who he lyin' to
Drop his arm in the tank, make
His hand piranha food
She come home with the bank
Yeah, that's my kind of mood
(Splash)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my kind of mood
How you tryna give me head
Without no bread?
That's kind of rude
Louis V skates, double shoe
Strings my kind of shoes
If you ain't ridin' with the switch
On the splizzy, you tryna lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my kind of mood
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, kind of rude
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, ain't tryna lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, rrah, switcheroo
Yeah, Ghetto, yeah
Switcheroo up on these hoes
Like we in high school
(Switcheroo)
She came through at night and
Give me brain, I call that night
School (Switcheroo)
Every Friday, I get me a check
I feel like Ice Cube (Switcheroo)
Me and Sauce, we got ten white
Bitches with us like we leaving
Tycoon's (Switcheroo)
I shoot videos inside my crib
Don't need a white room
(Switcheroo)
Black and white, just like we
Watching Belly, I got six bathrooms (Switcheroo)
Brody and them done woke
My bitch up, now she got an attitude (Switcheroo)
My young dog need a pack or two
His face clean, I'll give it to him (Switcheroo)
You can see the they mood change
Soon as I walk in the room
(Switcheroo)
Know we got these niggas sick
They might need some chicken
Soup (Switcheroo)
She can't fuck with me, ain't got
No paper
No, that shit ain't cool (Switcheroo)
Send me ten K on CashApp
Now that's my type of mood
(Switcheroo)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my kind of mood
How you tryna give me head
Without no bread
That's kind of rude
Louis V skates, double shoe
Strings my kind of shoes
If you ain't ridin' with the switch
On the splizzy, you tryna lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my kind of mood
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, kind of rude
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, ain't tryna lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, rrah, switcheroo