U St. Lyrics

Aye slime (Nahh Forreal)

Ain- Ain't that bruh right there

(Man who that) Man they look like they plotting

(Shoot that) Man they look like they bullshitting

(Do that) Aye come on, Buss this left up here ya hear me

(Who that) Get them sticks

Aye brodie (Aye brodie)

Fuck is the move

If we step out the spot then we bringing them tools

If we go for the win, How the fuck we going lose

Everybody get fly, get high, So we roll up

Freaky bitch throw the face, So I tell the bitch 'Hollup'

If a nigga drop the addy then you know we going show up

Got them forties and nines, So you know we going load up

Aye, I heard the bitches going down U St.

I know it's cold outside, So I'm bringing two heats

And we bringing that paper, I ain't talking loose leaf

Cause you know we be stepping, Swear we using two feet

Yeah we using two feet but we never running

If I hop that car, Then the glizzy I'm dumping

It's a hell of a sight when they running and ducking

If you say that you tight then you better be clutching

Uh, Two Y's

If the nigga running bet his shoes ties

Leave him face up to the blue skies

New opp in a classic, Who fried?

I'm smack

If we miss, Double back with them shots

Can't lack, Too much trauma got a nigga moving tact

Eight racks on the move, Divide the paper like a motherfucking fax

Gotta fifth on the Ave like a nigga walking round at Saks

Put my two's to the floor, Put my y's to the sky

Why the fuck would I cap

Why the fuck would I lie

And I'm fighting to live, But I'm living to die

If he moving too fishy, Then you know I'm a fry

And we taking shit down like (Hey -)

And we dropping the spades like (Ace high)

Put the stick in his face like (Say bye)

Give him one last dance like (A.I.)

Aye Leg

Walking round with the pencil, Fill him up with some lead

When I spot me a opp, All the fuck I see is red

Sending shots in the Day Day, like a nigga Craig

Thirty shots when I spray spray, Tryin' leave a nigga dead

If a nigga say it's up up, then it's going down

Leave a nigga with a red nose like a fucking clown

If I say you my bruva, My bruva my round

Put that stick on his ass, Put his ass on the ground

(Shhhh) Don't make a sound, N**** don't make a peep

If you step in the field then you better bring cleats

He got hit two times cause the fuck nigga reached

I'm trying stack me a check, Take a trip to the beach

Too precise with the stick man it's all in the wrist

How the fuck you my mans when I fucked on your sis

How the fuck you a stepper when your name is Chris

(How the fuck is you a stepper Chris)

When we steppin', We steppin' on ants

Waking round with that glick in my pants

Say it's smoke but y'all acting like fans

(Nah we ain't going never forget how y'all niggas ran)

This a new day and age, Yeah I'm changing the page

Got my heart in a cage, Got my hands for the fade

Let off three like I'm Wade, Running point like I'm Cade

Hade a bitch from out Dade

(If you know, you know)

Aye brodie (Aye brodie)

Fuck is the move

If we step out the spot then we bringing them tools

If we go for the win, How the fuck we going lose

Everybody get fly, get high, So we roll up

Freaky bitch throw the face, So I tell the bitch 'Hollup'

If a nigga drop the addy then you know we going show up

Got them forties and nines, So you know we going load up

I got one stick for all five of your partners

If you try run, then the blicky going stop you

If you a real G, then you know we going lock it

(Yeah you know I stay tight with that G-Lock and you know it's going pop you)

(G19 with a leg) It came with a leg

(G23 with a leg) Yeah it came with a leg

(Had a ghost nine, came with a leg) That came with a leg

(Had a forty Smith that motherfucker was going make your bed)

Yeah it was going make your motherfucking bed nigga