"Uzi in a K5" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I got lil'... I got lil' Go...
I got lil' Goxan... I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I ain't gon' cap, this shit got me high as fuck
Fake-ass weed, it's finally smokin'
When we capped out, bitch, you said you had more friends
Hotel smoke, now they gotta kick the door in
Nigga actin' like they be spooked? Let me go in
Send the front end, get the rest when the show end
Clique ain't got Uzi, they over-exaggerated
Pop out with spread, it's a popeye
You think this my blick, but it not mine
Fine shit got 'em spooked, nigga, let me hawk down
Everybody puttin' on zop, we gon' drop down
I get on feet, I don't even drive when the cars around
Stuck in my hood, bitch, I feel like I'm locked down
You a bowling pin, I'll knock you down
Chalk it up with us, you'll never know I'm lyin'
Come 'round the corner with the stick, I'm crouching down
Nigga touchin' blicks? I could get any kind
Bring drank to my hood, we drinkin' on any kind
Get the stick, I'm in the street, I'm spinnin 'round
House authorities, they be spooked when I pop out
Do me a late score, connects, it's some Wi-Fi
Two guns, I have it controlled, it'll jump out
I see a flame in the spot when I dump fire
I just went up on that chart, my art fire
Everybody ridin', we duck when darts fly
Let lil' twin lead the lick, he a smart guy
Everybody blicked on the porch, we got 'za
Last week, ain't have no munyun, now I spread
Love my lil' fire when it's certain I'll touch the shell
I could put a flashlight on it, it got a rail
You ain't shoot that blick in a minute, I could tell
When I get done with this song, finna smoke two
I got connects anywhere, what you wanna do?
12 hit the store, we hit the hood, we runnin' through
Ain't got no munyun, I'm tryna stack up a hundred blue
Nigga shouldn't have showed me how to put the K5 in sport
Now I'm in the hood, they like, "How you done teleport?"
Bitch, I'm on drank, I won't pour up no Taylor Port
You ain't hit your opp, what the fuck was you aimin' for?
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I got lil'... I got lil' Go...
I got lil' Goxan... I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I ain't gon' cap, this shit got me high as fuck
Fake-ass weed, it's finally smokin'
When we capped out, bitch, you said you had more friends
Hotel smoke, now they gotta kick the door in
Nigga actin' like they be spooked? Let me go in
Send the front end, get the rest when the show end
Clique ain't got Uzi, they over-exaggerated
Pop out with spread, it's a popeye
You think this my blick, but it not mine
Fine shit got 'em spooked, nigga, let me hawk down
Everybody puttin' on zop, we gon' drop down
I get on feet, I don't even drive when the cars around
Stuck in my hood, bitch, I feel like I'm locked down
You a bowling pin, I'll knock you down
Chalk it up with us, you'll never know I'm lyin'
Come 'round the corner with the stick, I'm crouching down
Nigga touchin' blicks? I could get any kind
Bring drank to my hood, we drinkin' on any kind
Get the stick, I'm in the street, I'm spinnin 'round
House authorities, they be spooked when I pop out
Do me a late score, connects, it's some Wi-Fi
Two guns, I have it controlled, it'll jump out
I see a flame in the spot when I dump fire
I just went up on that chart, my art fire
Everybody ridin', we duck when darts fly
Let lil' twin lead the lick, he a smart guy
Everybody blicked on the porch, we got 'za
Last week, ain't have no munyun, now I spread
Love my lil' fire when it's certain I'll touch the shell
I could put a flashlight on it, it got a rail
You ain't shoot that blick in a minute, I could tell
When I get done with this song, finna smoke two
I got connects anywhere, what you wanna do?
12 hit the store, we hit the hood, we runnin' through
Ain't got no munyun, I'm tryna stack up a hundred blue
Nigga shouldn't have showed me how to put the K5 in sport
Now I'm in the hood, they like, "How you done teleport?"
Bitch, I'm on drank, I won't pour up no Taylor Port
You ain't hit your opp, what the fuck was you aimin' for?
Fuck, fuck, fuck
