Uka Uka

Текст песни Trippie Redd - Uka Uka

[Intro]
Haha, yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y'all (Said I made, said I made)
So how could I be mad that I ain't y'all? (That I ain't, that I ain't)
Same reason why I hate y'all (Why they hate, why they hate)
Hop up in this 'Rari and I race off, ayy (Race off)
Do the dash in this racecar (Racecar)
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face-off? ayy (This a face-off?)
Better say your damn grace dog (Damn grace dog)
You're blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles (Like you're Ray Charles)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure, ahh

[Verse 2]
Ayy, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Ayy, choppers by my side, you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I'm just dressed in all black, got the black mask
I'll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Ooh, yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil' nigga you left in the past
Ooh, ayy, sonin' niggas, I'm your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Swear these goofy niggas really goin' out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh
[Chorus]
Swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure

[Verse 3]
Ooh, ayy, ooh, are you niggas really from the field?
Or are you niggas really from the hills?
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
They'll shoot your ass down boy from 1400, kill for real
I'm tryna find your fuckin' chill
I'm off this Actavis, I'm tryna pop a seal
I don't do Xannies baby, no, don't do no pills
I'm just smokin' on dope, baby
Just thumbin' through the mills, so ill