Uh Oh, Yu - Gi - Oh!

Hold up
They cannot fine me
Shout out to whoever for this instrumental
This beat hard as fuck
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Ski mask on them niggas so they won’t fight me
They keep talking but I know they won’t try me
Step back and shoot it out like my name Kyrie
Sippin on Actavis makes you a high C
Ouu icy! I got the juice in a Minute Made
I pull up, I pop out a rocket, I’m getting paid
If he talk down on my game he getting sprayed
All my young niggas they with it
They whip out the cutters take shots at yo' fitted
Can’t worry about niggas, I’m adding those digits
You niggas is dumb broke stuck on these bitches
Pull up, get deep throat, then I’m back to these riches
Ouu, call up the plug talking business
Quarterback she tossed up a pack, I don’t miss it
Spiral that pack to you, need you to flip it
If he run off then you let her go get it
Get it!
Yuh, hold up, yuh, hold up
You better go get it (wait a minute)
If he run off you go get it (wait a minute)
If he run what?
If he run off he gon' get it
If he run off he gon' get it!
If he run off he gon'
Shit is about to get crazy
Don’t talk to me stupid ‘cause I’ll leave you hazy
I’m ashing a Backwood, I’m feeling lazy
I pop me a bean and I fuck on yo lady
Hooh, pull up with some rapping like «What is that?»
I can’t answer the phone, you ain’t talking back
If you ain’t balling then let me know you going sad
Put this dick in her kidney she call me dad!
Shit, bring it back
Young nigga shot out from the ‘preme rack
Who ready for the aftermath
Keep upon a I’ma lean it back
In a couple month I’ll be skrrting in the evening
Running on a jack with the MAC on my lap
And I’m ready to attack any nigga if you thought that I lack
If you think that I’m playing, I got this shit cocked back
Run up if you want to and I bet you’ll have a heart attack
If he got an issue, he can poke like a thumb tack
And I run this shit just like the Pope, you can check that
she threw me pussy over Snapchat
Aiming and I shoot you with the chopper it go ra-ta-tat
I just fucked yo bitch and I know you feeling hella sad
She sucking dick in the trap house and flipping these bags
Said she was home sleeping, I know that you mad
You already know I’m a trapstar
Sipping on lean and I’m whipping in Nascar
inside the back, fuck a cash card
I keep the pole for you niggas who act hard