Uh Huh

808 Mafia
Uh huh, yeah
The reason why I'm out on my grind
I'm leaving everyone in my gun
Uh oh, uh oh, you're not the one
Bitch you're not the one, you're not the one
Never leave the house without all my guns
Never leave the house without all my guns
I'm looking for trouble but I'm not the one
Not the one, uh huh

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh
Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I'm running, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I'm stunting, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

Tell her that I run this shit like Usain Bolt (Uh huh)
I'm Peyton Manning to these fuck niggas, balling like the Colts
I'm sick of balling, matter of fact, I may just go become a coach
I go first class, so if they ask, I ain't riding coach
Never going broke again, I spent a thousand on a coat
Just to say, "I did it," did it 'cause it's dope
She gon' do the dope, then do the most
Know she not no real one, that bitch a hoax
Thank God, I ain't have to touch the baking soda
But I know niggas in the trap, using the Motorolas
In that bitch's throat, feel like a Ricola
She do straight coke, I sip Coca-Cola

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh
Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I'm running, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I'm stunting, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

I like if she love it, love to flex in public
Thinking nothing of it, may shoot up the function
Something out of nothing, .223 in my Glock, damn
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, got the party jumping
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I hit Maury up 'cause all these niggas is my sons
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I ain't come here to fight niggas, go and grab the gun
Call me microwave because I heat up
I bought my stripes and I earn 'em, bitches Adidas
I got a Spanish bitch, I fuck on her amigas
Run up, fire all that 40 off, that 'lil bitch got a fever, yeah

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh
Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I'm running, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I'm stunting, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"