YEAH UH UH Lyrics

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Yea slide

Yeah uh

Yea

Yeah uh uh

Pulled up with the sauce

You know I had to make it out

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Racked up all these chickens

Now I'm bout to make it pile

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Shawty said she love me

But I really don't know how

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Call the plug up it's a drought

We need some drop

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Call the gang up if that shit

Not gone flop

She can't stand when I'm outside

With the gang

Niggas moving wocky

Finding out they really lame

Yea they wish the best for you

Make that money it'll make me change

Ohh she said that's for me I'm feeling

Like the man

Walked up in the function

Feel the itching in my hand

What's a 30 ball flip it to a hunnid bands

Skirt that black charger match the Glock

Make it spin

Uhh uhh ummm

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Racked up all these chickens

Now I'm bout to make it pop

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Shawty said she love me but I really don't know

How

Yea uh uh yea uh uh

Call the plug up it's a drought we need some drop

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Call the gang up if that shit

Not gone flop

Like uh uh uh

Like uh uh uh

Gas so loud

I had to put the windows up up up

Mixing the runts with biscotti

Pop me a shroom

Now it's getting me stuck

Uh uh uh uh

Okay

Uh uh uh uh

I'm sorry I mean to be blunt

Okay

I'm putting my trust in my drugs

Okay

I put what I feel in my cup

Uh huh

My slime yeah I'm calling up boogie

Uh huh

He popping that shit out the truck

Uh huh

The dodi a day yea I must

Uh huh

Yeah huh huh

Fuck it it's smelly

This purp got me high to the ceiling

I'm fucking this hoe with no feelings

I mixed me four drugs I can't feel it

You say that you him I can't see it

They hate cuz they don't get it

Oh No no no

You ain't playing with me

ain't no scrimmage

I be high tryna get to my limit

Another four coulda fuck up my kidney

Pretty high if you stand on my money

On the top of floor on the building

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah yea yeah yeah yeah

Yeah uh uh Yeah uh uh

What's the word

I got sauce for the bird hoes

Early bird get the worm

Hit it then I'm Waldo

Gone Though

Bopped on her now she Winnie Harlow

In her mouth until her jaw broke

What you said

I can't hear you my glasses on

I'm getting bread

Preach peace to the streets

Niggas spin like ceiling fans

Finna get it done again

What ya said come again

Yea uh-huh uh-huh

I can't even hear you not one of us

Where you been at a

Nigga where u from

Bitch I got the sauce

We then ones

Woah

Yeah uh uh

Yeah uh uh

Racked up all these chickens

Now I'm bout to make it pile

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Shawty said she love me

But I really don't know how

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Call the plug up it's a drought

We need some drop

Yea uh uh

Yea uh uh

Call the gang up yea that shit

Not gone flop