Uno Out Lyrics

I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul, I gave you, deez nuts

Watch ya mouth, you know what happened to the last one

This shit just run too deep, I fuck around and kill your grandson

Me and racky in that car, we strapped up, he tryna blam sum

(Tryna take a nigga face off)

You watch them bleed, and your ass still ain't get back for that

How the fuck you diss my brothers swear to God, you gon' get clapped for that

And we seen y'all in that V, I told Qua to cock the ratchet back (y'all wasn't tryna play ball)

I been in shit since I was 12, I been in the streets

Your mom gotta resort to sucking dick just to keep on the heat

But you can slide, I got the stick, I give you heat for free

Go ask the 8, I done clamped they block, it ain't no topping me

You from Clementon, how the fuck you more active, though

I was on the block while you was stealing from the candy store

Caught your ass at school, I gave a hook just like I'm Tank Davis

If your homie wasn't there, you would've died, that little nigga saved you

I got the drop, yeah, ya ass lucky I don't play with houses

We got the drop, we bent ya mans' mans, and you ain't slide about it

I don't even gotta tote the Glock, cause I know Racky got it

The Five still up on the score, but we ain't even gon' talk about it

Let's talk about how I fucked your bitch, and then she gave the drop

Let's talk about how your mans got tapped, and you ain't spin a block

Let's talk about how you got packed by your own homie

Let's talk about how you got strapped, and still ain't slide on me

I ain't finna chill, Ramadan over, I'm tryna catch a body

We gon' let you in the 5, but we gon' rob you, cause we super slimy

Pole his face, that nigga bitchin', calling for his mommy

But she too busy, she locked in, she giving sloppy toppy

How you gon' talk about Skip, when Skip was in that car

How you gon' talk about the 5, when we done raised the bar

Last nigga talked about 5, he ain't get far

My back, oh, my back

He got hit in his back, we done turned him civil

G18, go crazy, swear to God, this shit hit like a missile

You tap it once, and then, phew, they be out to get you

Don't even watch over your homie, we gon' send him with you

I'm a Muslim, Astaghfirullaah , cause I got shit to say

They pop that shit, I let it slide, but I got time today

Empty the clip, 30 shots, then put the Glock away

He got hit so many times, they blew his mind away