Uzi Loogies
$uicideBoy$, Germ
I'ma let the Uzi sp
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp
I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp
I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into-into shit i'ma, I'ma
Runnin' through bags full of choppers
Totin' that drama
Hopin' these crumbs don't want
Problems 'cause I
Don't know where to solve 'em
I just might bag and rob 'em
Flamin' revolver
Came with the flame, no game
He play, no way, I gets no pay
Fuck out my face, I needs the throne
I need the throat from your hoe
You know how it go
Step in the game, sippin' on pain
My mind is all gone
Not lookin' for ways to stop all the
Fame from tryna fuck my funds up
Run 'em up, and let the guns up
Hoe's face like a dump truck
But I still want my nuts touched
Still no fucks, bitch, get bucked
I'ma, I'ma
Uzi be that grey primate
Fucking with the Grey59? I'mma skullfuck you
Like I'm banging yet another prime, mate
Bitches in love with the Plague (ayy)
Always wan' suck on my aye (K)
Bitches in love with the Plague
(ayy) , pussy gon' come my way
Ruby get a mill', pussy got a skill
Ruby gon' chill, pussy on my grill
Ruby scrape plates
Pussy gon' spill, but their heart gon' break
Rib-ripper got beaucoup chest pain
I'm a gorilla, 'rilla, fist
Full of banana clips, let the shit rain
Grey showers, I'ma bathe all day
Uzi Loogies cover Ruby, burn his body
Spread the ashes in the lake
7th Ward Dragon rises from the ashes
Breathin' flames aKA Yung Plague
I'ma let the Uzi sp
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit (yeah, yeah)
Turn his face into gooey shit (yeah)
I'ma, I'ma, I, I
Uzi spit, thirty clip
Percocets, with the sticks
Snort it just to feel the drip
Paint yo' ass like Trasherslip
Pistol grip, fall in line
Acid up and down my spine
Fuck a Snap and fuck a Vine
Turn this bitch to Columbine
Red dot, red dot, ducking from twelve
I only do headshots
Straight drop, straight drop
Sippin' the mud, I only sip red drops
Still depressed and don't like the preps
Still hit the 'jects and get a pack of dope
FTP on my bullet vest
Still failed the test, but you see the glo'
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Jerry Antoine, Scott ArcenauxLyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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