"Uh Ay" lyrics
Chipmunk Lyrics
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Ch-yeah
Let the beat breathe
I only speak when needs be
I put swag on a CD
And you need the game that needs me
Sonny, I'm the bee's knees
You're looking at money, I be Gs
Stayin' alive, no doubt
Pace, don't run up your mouth
I'm super crys', I can take you down
No Cheryl Cole, I've got girls allowed
You be going hard, I be going Nas
Boy, you can hate me now
They jump for joy and then hit the ground
And their verses wack and I'm versatile
Switch up the styles, I ain't genre-bound
I could never let 'em take me out (Over my dead body)
MCs still bringing it (Why?)
Still doubt me as a lyricist (Why?)
I was on radio killing it
Jumped up, moved onto bigger things (Yes)
Freestyle into the playlist (That's right)
From Cs up to the A-list (That's right)
Two middle fingers for the haters
Count me out, I count papers
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Ay, ha, what's next?
They care for my success, I care less
Chessboard my music career, yeah
Bare checks (Ow)
That I cash in and I write out (Yep)
I'm tryna cash in and sign out (gGone)
Never gonna be an MC dying
Me, I'll resign when I'm flying
Can't test the Munk, no cheesy stance
'Cause the hooks are cold but the verses aren't
Go against me, darg, go against the god
I'll make you a blast from the past
And they ain't saying much, just looking hard
Better fix your face up when you have to spar
They're high and gassed, heliums
I'll gravity check you, darg (I'ma pull a nigga down)
Don't run your mouth
You're as hard as lead, I'll rub you out (Bye-bye)
Clear page, no genres fright me (Nothing)
I'll write on anything, Sharpie
Off, you don't wanna start me
I don't know when to stop
Better put all your eggs in basket, God (Ehat else?)
And pray I catch writer's block
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Uh, ay, uh
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Ch-yeah
Let the beat breathe
I only speak when needs be
I put swag on a CD
And you need the game that needs me
Sonny, I'm the bee's knees
You're looking at money, I be Gs
Stayin' alive, no doubt
Pace, don't run up your mouth
I'm super crys', I can take you down
No Cheryl Cole, I've got girls allowed
You be going hard, I be going Nas
Boy, you can hate me now
They jump for joy and then hit the ground
And their verses wack and I'm versatile
Switch up the styles, I ain't genre-bound
I could never let 'em take me out (Over my dead body)
MCs still bringing it (Why?)
Still doubt me as a lyricist (Why?)
I was on radio killing it
Jumped up, moved onto bigger things (Yes)
Freestyle into the playlist (That's right)
From Cs up to the A-list (That's right)
Two middle fingers for the haters
Count me out, I count papers
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Ay, ha, what's next?
They care for my success, I care less
Chessboard my music career, yeah
Bare checks (Ow)
That I cash in and I write out (Yep)
I'm tryna cash in and sign out (gGone)
Never gonna be an MC dying
Me, I'll resign when I'm flying
Can't test the Munk, no cheesy stance
'Cause the hooks are cold but the verses aren't
Go against me, darg, go against the god
I'll make you a blast from the past
And they ain't saying much, just looking hard
Better fix your face up when you have to spar
They're high and gassed, heliums
I'll gravity check you, darg (I'ma pull a nigga down)
Don't run your mouth
You're as hard as lead, I'll rub you out (Bye-bye)
Clear page, no genres fright me (Nothing)
I'll write on anything, Sharpie
Off, you don't wanna start me
I don't know when to stop
Better put all your eggs in basket, God (Ehat else?)
And pray I catch writer's block
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, ay, uh
