Uoeno - Remix lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh
I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you n*gga, I don't f*ck with new
n*ggas
I blue's your b*tch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flow
Take your shoes off at the door
n*ggas feed these b*tch's lies
n*gga don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low
Like a coupon on at the store
My n*gga's like Kanye with that good
My n*gga's like Lou Rawls with that blow
n*ggas sayin they racked up
Don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back
But then those fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' b*tch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that pus*y and hit her with moves
You don't even know
n*ggas be trippin' over these hoes
I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread
And I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there
I'll have my goons all at your throat
n*ggas be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my n*gga Mac
Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a
Tombstone if I wrote it
Tunechi
[Verse 2]
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These n*gga's sayin' they playas, they ain't even scored
My b*tch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, n*gga
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
b*tch, don't text me no love letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these hoes ain't got no job
And these n*ggas goin' buy em' everything
You goin' f*ck around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, di*k rock hard
di*k harder than a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this sh*t for all my
n*ggas
Her mouth, pus*y, or as*h*le, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't f*ckin', she get the boot
Let me write this b*tch a parking ticket
Ain't got time for love life
All I know is get paid
I'm high like Bonjour
Twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift
Man these n*gga's been dead
[Verse 3]
Uh
I feel asleep in that pus*y and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
Yeah
Don't f*ck with these f*ck n*gga's, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that weed to the next n*gga
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Hoes want this scud missile
Imma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi league, young sex pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh

[Outro]
What up 5?
Rocko f*ck with me!
Yeah!
Future f*ck with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift
Man these n*gga's been dead
5!