Uma lyrics

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Test the water, ya daughter get slaughtered
I can get to you where you can get from your father
Running 'round and doing all the things that I taught ya
Being a sl*t in the middle of Kansas
Shooting 47's outta the banshee
Yuh, I know these rappers can't stand me
So sit down like a b*tch, play your part and watch me
Balls out, get sloppy, come fine everywhere
I don't care, I'ma do whatever whenever
Your head gets severed if you playing with me
Yuh, I do this sh*t in my sleep
Yuh, adrenaline in my teeth
As I learn more, and the clock ticks
Looking around the circle, gon' make my heart sick
And your body pics, do not help at all
But that don't mean I don't wanna come inside and see you doll
Let me feel your walls, my di*k claustrophobic
You could be my only omen (b*tch)

[Verse 2: Mikey the Magician]
f*ck what you heard, but it probably happened
I'm in Kansas, with the verses in canvas
Came and got them [?], taking pictures with the Canon
And I mouth a couple Xanax cause my sleeping schedule vanished
Pouya brought the hoes, he signing titties in the corner
But I'd rather sit alone and sip a couple of Coronas
My girl waiting for me down south
I mean, I could get my di*k sucked and kick a groupie out
But f*ck being a Mac, I think my mind is changing now
And I ain't no Kawhi, San Antonio is foul
I never had a brother, but I think I made a couple
Germ and Nick now they my family
Pouya pull up in the caddy with a shotgun
But I blow his brains out
Cause this lifestyle wild and it's only getting worse
Than the suicidal thoughts that you envisioned from your birth
Put a pistol in my hands and give myself what I deserve, b*tch
[Verse 3:Pouya]
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
So I came out the dirt like Uma
Get more money then I'm use to
f*ck you mean my team is the future?
I done f*cked a million hoes up on my computer
Still ride around the city on the razor scooter
Your b*tch begging me to call her an Uber
She tired of f*cking these losers
But I'm not the one that's gon' choose her

[Interlude: Pouya]
(Hell no, you know whats up, we in f*cking Kansas, in the middle f*cking god damn nowhere, still rapping in this sh*t)

[Verse 4: Pouya]
Wanna have a conversation? Better come correct
I don't give a f*ck about your life
I want you to cut my check
Damn, you so cool taking pictures with your cigarette
How can you lure me when we never met?
I ain't gonna lie, you look good on the internet
See your ass in real life and you really just a simpleton
Especially rappers talking bout I'm not a lyricist
Keep on talking sideways, you best be diligent
I started getting money and I never wanna finish it
Finna buy my momma something cause I'm really feeling it
Commissary for my brother, get some tuna fish
Told that b*tch "Whats up? You acting like a lunatic"
She tried to slap me in my face so I hit her with a pool stick
She started crying balling like a b*tch
Telling me that I'm full of sh*t
Chicken and beer on your breath, b*tch you smell like Ludacris
[Outro: Pouya]
(f*ck you, you stupid b*tch, suck a di*k, b*tch)