"Uh Uh" lyrics

Brr
Soo
Ooh-wee
(Trauma Tone)

Skrrt, Trackhawk gon' spin off
Baby sellin' ass, shit, she tryna get that rent off
Bro just caught an aggravated charge, he at the big house
Pistol whip him 'til his jaw break, he got a big mouth
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck your baby daddy
Bitch, you ain't say that last week when we was in his Caddy
Lil' bro just got twenty years, had too much ice up in the baggy
White bitch look like Britney Spears, she choose up, bing, drop the addy
Ain't nothin' toxic but these diamonds in watches (Ayy)
Adam Sandler, waterboy, I ain't drinkin' out no faucet (Ayy)
Double blinds on the Maybach, them feds watching (Ayy)
Every time a nigga play with them birds, an egg droppin'
Rob a ho that's payin' me, I'm findin' you
Tape a nigga lips together, ask him who he lyin' to
Drop his arm in the tank, make his hand piranha food
She come home with the bank, yeah, that's my kind of mood (Splash)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my kind of mood
How you tryna give me head without no bread? That's kind of rude
Louis V skates, double shoe strings my kind of shoes
If you ain't ridin' with the switch on the splizzy, you tryna lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my kind of mood
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, kind of rude
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, ain't tryna lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, rrah, switcheroo

Yeah, Ghetto, yeah
Switcheroo up on these hoes like we in high school (Switcheroo)
She came through at night and give me brain, I call that night school (Switcheroo)
Every Friday, I get me a check, I feel like Ice Cube (Switcheroo)
Me and Sauce, we got ten white bitches with us like we leavin' Tycoon's (Switcheroo)
I shoot videos inside my crib, don't need a white room (Switcheroo)
Black and white, just like we watching Belly, I got six bathrooms (Switcheroo)
Brody and them done woke my bitch up, now she got an attitude (Switcheroo)
My young dog need a pack or two, his face clean, I'll give it to him (Switcheroo)
You can see the they mood change soon as I walk in the room (Switcheroo)
Know we got these niggas sick, they might need some chicken soup (Switcheroo)
She can't fuck with me, ain't got no paper, no, that shit ain't cool (Switcheroo)
Send me ten K on CashApp, now that's my type of mood (Switcheroo)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my kind of mood
How you tryna give me head without no bread? That's kind of rude
Louis V skates, double shoe strings my kind of shoes
If you ain't ridin' with the switch on the splizzy, you tryna lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my kind of mood
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, kind of rude
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, ain't tryna lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, rrah, switcheroo