Uh Uh (Explicit) - Clavish/Fredo
Lyrics by：Cian Wright/Marvin Bailey/Kyle Pearce
Composed by：Cian Wright/Marvin Bailey/Kyle Pearce
Produced by：KP Beatz
KP Beatz
This year bought more guns than trainers
I can put that on my mumma 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 could of 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****
Mid-day 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 **** up
**** 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 forty piece in my hand uh-uh
Everyone wanna come to my shows
Where were they prior my come up
Sellin' ***** 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
Outside won't be in for supper
I tell her eat me now she a sucker
My outfit cost me a fours of Yola could of 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 course 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 ****** 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 brother
So I cannot judge any book by it's 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 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 could of 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
