Uh Huh (Freestyle) ft. Lil Jugga Bro Lyrics

Nigga I'm a pop an oxy then I'm finna hit a stain

I'ma lie and tell the jury that I'm sorry and ashamed

Boy I'm running through these bodies like some mafucking veins

Nigga said that he a dog, Draco give the nigga mange

Got a nickel in my pocket finna give that nigga change

Shawty said she lost her card, I said man that's really strange

Had that bitch up in the car, I'm finna go and get a plane

Aye, I be sliming out these broads like some discharge

Take her Navy Fed and then replace it with a gift card

She gone act like she ain't even notice if the bitch smart

Be at shawty funeral like damn she had a big heart

PowerPoint it at em, hit that nigga with some clip art

Know I'm bound to check it, nigga better wear a chin guard

Gave him two at once he thought that he was in a ménage

Putting on a show then man I'm coming with a spin off

More than he can chew is with the little nigga bit off

If I see his crew, I give em fifty then I skid off

Pull up on his boo and make her lick me when she get off

I don't like your children so we finna drop your kid off

Boy I almost hit that nigga in the face cause y'all look alike

I'll drop his ass you know I don't give out no whoopings right?

Only didn't cause I was busy, I had to book a flight

Make his mama eat me up then eat up what she cooked tonight

If their home is happy I'ma break it into particles

Flood his block and wet em up, I'm turning niggas nautical

Give em all these magazines like I ain't like the articles

Wanna play some games that nigga better find a carnival

Look here I ain't got no prizes or no tickets for a nigga

You would think that I didn't want it how I give it to the nigga

Keep it short with all these losers I'm a midget to a nigga

He can talk until he blue and I won't listen to the nigga

Take his bales and then I bail it's like I'm Christian on a nigga

Hand it over or this cobra gets to spitting on a nigga

Take the weight up of him like I just been sitting on the nigga

Then I cross him out, I'm pushing my religion on a nigga

Buddy knowing how the game goes

Hey we got the same goals

I'm a hater though so I don't wanna see that mane blow

Fore he ever do I promise I'ma let that thing blow

Shocked him when he saw this side piece like a main ho

.45 on me like a cougar in a nightclub

Get her in the whip and then I'm swinging like a fight club

Liked their motorcycles so I upped it on a bike club

Told em when they pay to get it back bitch I like dubs

If they never come to get em I'ma pawn them shits

Burn them niggas down, they would've thought that this was Auschwitz

Naw real deal RIP to anybody that died in the holocaust and any other camp nigga Hitler a bitch

If he was alive, he wouldn't be cause I would kill his ass

Blackout on that faggot like I'm tryna get a nigga pass

Only did that shit cause he was softer than a lily pad

Let me stop talking about this pussy boy I'm getting mad

May not get a lot of things in life, but I'm a get the bag

Nigga get between it he gone end up getting in the bag

Anybody ever mention brodie I'ma grin and laugh

If they wanna square up bout it really hope they did the math

This ain't finna end in nothing positive I promise buddy

Catch ya mama lacking while she's walking out of Bible study

Stretch her like some kind of putty

That shit gone be mighty bloody

Serve it to her ass like I just wanted her to try for me

I ain't finna argue with these sensitive suckers

Fuck a nine to five I'm finna sell these nicks to the cluckers

Clean em up and leave em soaked but he ain't sitting in bubbles

Wasn't raining when that nigga seen his friends in a puddle

Scamming niggas on the Zelle, in my digital duffel

Lay em down for the chips if I get in a ruffle

I'm finna be no simple nigga living the struggle

And I ain't tryna find no peace, I'm trying to get in some trouble

I'ma turn my baby mama's neighbor's Honda to a stolo

Then I'm skirting off serving soft, this ain't FroYo.

For that white girl I'll make it sing this ain't JoJo

I got shot like eight times, I ate that like Ocho

Shawty isn't bad then I'm deaf if she's so-so

Back it up bitch I need space but no Moco

She ain't coming home with me if shawty isn't homo

She got 80K and think I'm finna pay for promo

Bitch I'll hack into your Instagram and post it on my own

When I start recording, better fake it like you know my song

When it gets a playing better shake it for I blow your dome

Fire shorty up like who the fuck you think you scoring on?

Let it ring like I never answer I just hold the phone

If I'm with the bitch then she gone end up being broke alone

Gwapping up my pockets til them motherfuckers overgrown

Sell that boy a pack then take it back like you know you wrong