Lil Bitty Uhh Lyrics

Aye man

I'm gettin sick of these lil bitty uh

Fuckin' with me bih

Stop fuckin with me gang

Before I show you somethin'

Shit alright

Gotta put out this blunt

This shit got me thinkin', got me all up in

my feelings

Can't fuck with these lil' bitty uh

Cause they always actin' like children

Mama told me that I'ma be a star

So I gotta stack it past the ceiling

If you a young nigga tryna make it out

Then I promise you that you gon' feel this

When you wake up the next day, what you gon' do? You gon' chase that check

Better go take care of your peoples, not worried bout puttin' jewelry on your neck

Mama said wait three days to make a decision, So you don't do somethin' you regret

Only decisions I'm worried bout now, Is the ones that's bringin' me bread

Break down the pack with the bros

We gotta hit the road, we gotta get it gone

I'ma chill young nigga

I'll pull up with a Gman, some J's and a fitted on Gotta make it out, I fuck with the city though

Chasin' paper, not duckin', you silly goose

Mama say that she proud of me

Can't wait til' the day she hear me on the stereo

Got the ball now, and I feel like I'm hoopin', I'm reachin' way above the rim

Grew up with Florida lingo, niggas green like slime, and punches, they be hella flim

Before makin' that call, better get a trac phone and switch out the sim

I'm powered up, you think I'm Teco, this 4-5 knockin' the lights out of him

My motto used to be bros over hoes, but I done grew up

Now it's only chase that paper

I was seven years old, when my daddy taught me, how to cut off that breaker

He didn't know that I would use it to get into cribs

And then turn to a taker, these bitches tryna act like Lois Lane

But I ain't Superman, so no, I can't save her

I know these lil' bitty uh, be creepin'

I ain't even trippin', this blunt got me geekin'

The ones who so innocent really be freakin'

I'm young and turnt, so prepare for the weekend

If you wanna get rich, then it ain't no sleepin'

Chasin' this paper, only thing I been needin'

I'm tryna be cool, and you givin' me reasons

To turn up the heat like the south every season

Gotta put out this blunt

This shit got me thinkin', got me all up in

My feelings

Can't fuck with these lil' bitty uh

Cause they always actin' like children

Mama told me that I'ma be a star

So I gotta stack it past the ceiling

If you a young nigga tryna make it out

Then I promise you that you gon' feel this

When you wake up the next day, what you gon' do? You gon' chase that check

Better go take care of your peoples, not worried bout puttin' jewelry on your neck

Mama said wait three days to make a decision, so you don't do somethin' you regret

Only decisions I'm worried bout now, Is the ones that's bringin' me bread

These lil' bitty uh