Uh Uh

(KP Beatz)

This year, bought more guns than trainers, I can put that on my mumma
Yeah, the feds took my nigga again
But fingers crossed, he'll be back by the summer (summer)
Outside, won't be in for supper
I tell her, "Eat me," now she a sucker (sucker)
My outfit cost me a fours of Yola, coulda put that in my trap

Know feds want me in the can (uh-uh)
I do what I want, not can (uh-uh, uh-uh)
It's Friday night, I'm bored
What ting should I hit on the 'Gram and bang?
Can't come to the crib without givin' me (uh-uh)
Cover my nose when I'm whippin' the (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Demandin' flights abroad, but don't wanna hold this four (uh-uh)

Couple man used to shit on me hard
I'm humble, really, I should be stuck up
Run into them and it's awkward
Us and them, we got beef with each other
Hit her friend and I'm skeetin' another
I'm toxic, you don't want me as your lover
T said, he's tryna hit T
Well, I fuck on her too I got beef with her brother

Niggas think that they're drillers
Ask them how much names they got on their cutter
My Rambo got special powers
I hit opp block, and it's changin' it's colour
Just soaked up somethin' in-store
Midday and I'm tryna jook me another
Judge try throw the book at my nigga
I told him, "Don't judge a book by its cover"

The whole of my hood know that I'm thorough
If they're not with me, probably a fuck-up
Fuck it, hit it and give it to bro
Sharin' is carin', we care for each other
AP strap matchin' the coupe, but I need me a Watson Bubba
Don't ask why I'm wearin' a ski, snood
I'm the baitest yute in my borough

They're like, "Clav', do you live what you rap?" (Uh-uh)
5-0 in the North, it was me and the girl on a Beverly bike
With a .40 piece in my hand (uh-uh)
Everyone wanna come to my shows, where were they prior my come up?
Sellin' drugs for somebody else, only time that I been a runner

This year, bought more guns than trainers, I can put that on my mumma
Yeah, the feds took my nigga again
But fingers crossed he'll be back by the summer (summer)
Outside, won't be in for supper
I tell her, "Eat me," now she a sucker
My outfit cost me a fours of Yola, coulda put that in my trap

Know feds want me in the can (uh-uh)
I do what I want, not can (uh-uh, uh-uh)
It's Friday night, I'm bored
What ting should I hit on the 'Gram and bang?
Can't come to the crib without givin' me (uh-uh)
Cover my nose when I'm whippin' the (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Demandin' flights abroad, but don't wanna hold this four (uh-uh)

Last year, I bought more pumps than trainers (trainers)
'Cause I do them gunman favours (favours)
You can go ask the street
He was fast to speak, now he's fast asleep (shh)
Why she actin' hard to get? (Get)
'Cause she knows I'm hard to keep
Nah, you don't need any spa when the car got massagin' seats

To my niggas, rest in peace, spent a milly on wet VVs
My strap's been known to burn man like they got STDs (haha)
So, who wants the next disease?
Got a shed and it's only for tools
I was broke 'cause I broken the rules
You ever robbed man and then sold him his jewels? (Uh-uh)

You ain't livin' like that, I'm in a war like I live in Iraq
He finished a pack and I gave him a rack
We're fuckin' it up, then I gave him a slap (facts)
Neck's cold like it's full of fever
And boys ride when I pull a lever
She don't trust me, I wouldn't either
I hit any girl I want like a woman beater

No blanket, four walls in a cold cell
The hood was my lover (my lover)
He's hatin', but look like my brothers
So, I cannot judge any book by its cover (uh-uh)
I'm gettin' money, you heard what I said
Do I look like I stutter? (Stutter)
Gangster with money, I look like the gutter
She's meltin', I look like I'm butter (uh-uh)

This year, bought more guns than trainers, I can put that on my mumma
Yeah, the feds took my nigga again
But fingers crossed he'll be back by the summer (summer)
Outside, won't be in for supper (supper)
I tell her, "Eat me," now she a sucker (sucker)
My outfit cost me a fours of Yola, coulda put that in my trap

Know feds want me in the can (uh-uh)
I do what I want, not can (uh-uh, uh-uh)
It's Friday night, I'm bored
What ting should I hit on the 'Gram and bang?
Can't come to the crib without givin' me (uh-uh)
Cover my nose when I'm whippin' the (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Demandin' flights abroad, but don't wanna hold this four (uh-uh)

(KP Beatz)



Credits
Writer(s): Cian Wright, Kyle Pearce, Marvin Bailey
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