Uh Huh

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling-bling, uh-huh

Runnin' up these racks on all you green beans, uh-huh

Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh-huh

Brick still on your list, I told you one thing, uh-huh

Spoil my b!tch, let's get rich, type of sh!t I'm on my own

Teach my clique, know to hit, type of sh!t I'm on

Take some trips, let's get lit, type of sh!t I'm on

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah, b!tch head go dumb, wrist been feelin' numb

Yeah, still totin' that gun like he on the run

Run, run, run, Forrest, run, run, Forrest, run

Yeah, might chase your boyfriend 'bout you, b!tch, I'm done

Yeah, I drop that dick, she said, "You hell with it"

I bought her Chanel shoes to match Chanel with it (Chanel, Chanel)

She asked for the snow, and I promised to never go tell n!ggas (Never go tell)

I fvcked with this ho and she sent her lil' buddy to sell with us

Big sh!t poppin'

Big dick energy

B!tch, what's popin'?

This b!tch cocky

Wrist'll get Follies

Lit like Scottie

Who else gettin' the pills in college? Hmm? (Skoob)

Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling-bling, uh-huh

Runnin' up these racks on all you green beans, uh-huh

Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh-huh

Brick still on your list, I told you one thing, uh-huh

Spoil my b!tch, let's get rich, type of sh!t I'm on my own

Teach my clique, know to hit, type of sh!t I'm on

Take some trips, let's get lit, type of sh!t I'm on

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah, Tony)

Cuban link on top of a Cuban link

'Nother Cuban link, pvssy pink, bon appétit (Uh)

Come with me, you better not stink, I'll find you a sink (Uh, uh)

You think you can fvck with this flow, lil' n!gga, then load up a beat

Code of the streets, I live that sh!t, you feel that sh!t (You feel it)

They bring me whips, I don't go to no dealership (Nah)

When I met the plug, tell me, where the fvck was you? (Was you?)

Partner had that dogfood, yabba-dabba-doo (Yabba-dabba-doo)

Big boy rider (Yeah), drip designer (Drip)

Draw down on him (Baow), I'll outline him (Yeah)

Southside with me (South), the whole Al-Qaeda (Qaeda)

Sell a n!gga dummy (Tell him), Duct Tape flour 'em

Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling-bling, uh-huh

Runnin' up these racks on all you green beans, uh-huh

Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh-huh

Brick still on your list, I told you one thing, uh-huh

Spoil my b!tch, let's get rich, type of sh!t I'm on my own

Teach my clique, know to hit, type of sh!t I'm on

Take some trips, let's get lit, type of sh!t I'm on

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh