文本歌词

Trippie Redd - UKA UKA
Written by：OZ
Yeah Big 14 know what the fu*k goin' on yeah
Ooh said I made y'all
So how could I be mad that I ain't y'all
Same reason why I hate y'all
Hop up in this Rari then I race off ayy
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me is this a face off Ayy
Better say your da*n grace dog
Blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles
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
Ayy fu*k your bit*h and hit my fu*king dab
Ayy choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bit*h a*s 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 motherfu*king black bag
Ooh yeah and drop your a*s
Bang bang lil nig*a you left in the past
Ooh ayy son these nig*as I'm your dad
Big racks on my body baby got this cash
Pray these goofy nig*as really goin' out sad
Give these p***y nig*as hell like I'm Johnny Gat ooh
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
Ooh ayy ooh are you nig*as really from the field
Or are you nig*as really from the hills
I got a mob of nig*as coming by the mills
They'll shoot your a*s down boy from 1400 kills for real
I'm tryna find your fu*kin 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 do*e baby
Just thumbin' through the mills so ill