Its for real, they want to know why all these haters is talking about me
and talking nonsense, This is Uchie with my man Filero
Dopehouse Records, Shut Em Down, listen to this
And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we want to know why these suckers they talk about me)
And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why these haters keep playing with me)
Ima smoke kill, Ima do what I can
Ima help them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I push
Just bought a house right next to George Bush
In River Oaks, its the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah nigga Im fin to go
In my 64 candy what Impala
Fall to my knees and give all praise to Allah
Still I blow big and I dont like pigs
Im trying to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But they say its too small, not enough coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a brand new oven
Im puffing and Im pounding, Im high as a mountain
You could tell Im fucked up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you motherfuckers browsing, ha ha
This green is so delicious, moms still bitching
Why dont you ever listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know Im thugging there aint no fucking hope
The only time I run is when Im running dope
I shake it and I shook it, what you think Im stupid
Cause I smoke kill and my dicks fucking crooked
Well fuck you too, Ima call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want some beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my boot
Im at 3-25 if you want more than 50
But I dont slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie
Im strictly moving carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette
Valet park it, 600 starship
Will this be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha ha
Im smoking on that doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her love poster then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I feel Im getting closer
Peace to Faith up in that Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no Im not a bragger
Sometimes shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do its the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want your shit gone
No chest no brains and no way to get home
You want to be hard, Ill freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, Im sure youll soften up, ha ha yo
What Im talking about, this is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya heard me
Yall gone hear from me in a little bit, uh
And yall ready for this, Im going to do a little freestyle
While everyone is here watching me, uh listen
Hold up, Uchie in the cut
Coming through the hood with my niggas in the truck
And away uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
Ima tell ya right now we one balling never stuck
And bitches show me love with some hugs and kisses
Maybe cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and they wished it
Cause I come a long way, and Im here to stay
That Dopehouse Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be microphone rippers
Them creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers, Im out
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