UZI Lyrics

Ayy, kid, ayy, kid, ayy, kid

Ayy, make me a beat kid, ayy, kid, ayy, kid, ayy, kid

Uh, it's Fat Ron

Floss

Uh, uh, uh

Smokin' on sour and totin' this Uzi

My bitch, she conceited, she bad and she bougie

Switched up the flow, cause it's time to get groovy

My car too exclusive, it came from a movie

I need me a dark-skinned bitch with a booty

Who eat up the dick like she chewin' on Frooties

I'm punchin' that clock, I'm gettin' straight to it

I'm working that hammer, I stay with the toolie

I hit from the hip, I'm takin' that risk

That molly brick bad, it's darker than brisk

I conquer your shit like a game of Risk

These 223s had shifted his disk

The police be tweakin', they keep tryin' frisk

Whippin' the pot, he ain't usin' a whisk

That pussy too alias, so it get licked

My shooter, he smart, but he think with his dick

Bitch in the way, she keep tryin' to trick

I'm pimpin' these hoes like a pimp named Slick

My bitch too elegant, rockin' that Rick

I call her Vacuum, cause she suck like a tick

She suck me for hours until she got tired

Her tongue got numb so she talk with a lisp

Two hand twist when she suck on that dick, she slurpin', she strokin'

This bitch too legit, uh

Count up the racks and then I dip

Peanut butter guts in the whip, no jif

Turn this hoe out, now she lickin' on clit

Been in my jam, I can go off the rip

I'm strappin' my jimmy because I can't slip

I'm stuffin' my pockets with blues, no crip

I'm boardin' a plane to take me a trip

Boy, we can't match, you don't smoke out the zip

I'm rockin' this true, but I'm not from the chi

She said she not gay, but the bread made her bi

I'm smokin' this gas, I'm up in the sky

I'm rockin' that Kenzo, I gotta stay fly

Just hit hit plug, but I got no reply

He say he got work, I'm detecting a lie

Get shit sparkin', no 4th of July

My O.T. ahk be sellin' bean pies

Bitch keep geekin', she want me to slide

I'm hit sticking shit like Ray in his prime

He folded up, he can't come on the ride

This car got sport, so I hope you can drive

Nodding off fent, that's how he had died

He play stupid games, he won him a prize

He was strofin', so he died on live

Don't pop them pills if you tryna survive

Smokin' on sour and totin' this Uzi

My bitch, she conceited, she bad and she bougie

Switched up the flow, cause it's time to get groovy

My car too exclusive, it came from a movie

I need me a dark-skinned bitch with a booty

Who eat up the dick like she chewin' on Frooties

I'm punchin' that clock, I'm gettin' straight to it

I'm working that hammer, I stay with the toolie

I hit from the hip, I'm takin' that risk

That molly brick bad, it's darker than brisk

I conquer your shit like a game of Risk

These 223s had shifted his disk

The police be tweakin', they keep tryin' frisk

Whippin' the pot, he ain't usin' a whisk

That pussy too alias, so it get licked

My shooter, he smart, but he think with his dick