Uzi Loogies lyrics

[Intro: Lil Ugly Mane]
I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey sh*t
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey sh*t
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey sh*t
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into-into sh*t
I'ma, I'ma—

[Verse 1: Germ]
Runnin' through bags full of choppers, totin' that drama
Hopin' these crumbs don't want problems
'Cause I don't know where to solve 'em
I just might bag and rob 'em, flamin' revolver
Came with the flame, no game
He play, no way, I gets no pay
f*ck out my face, I needs the throne
I need the throat from your ho, you know how it go
Step in the game, sippin' on pain
My mind is all gone
Not lookin' for ways to stop all the fame from tryna f*ck my funds up
Run 'em up, and let the guns up
Ho's face like a dump truck, but I still want my nuts touched
—Still no f*cks, b*tch, get bucked
[Bridge: Lil Ugly Mane]
I'ma, I'ma, I-I-I'ma—

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Uzi be that grey primate
f*ckin' with the Grey*59?
I'ma skullf*ck you like I'm bangin' yet another primate
b*tches in love with the Plague (ayy)
Always wan' suck on my A- (K)
b*tches in love with the Plague (ayy), pus*y gon' come my way
Ruby get a mill', pus*y got a skill
Ruby gon' chill, pus*y on my grill, ruby scrape plates
pus*y gon' spill, but their heart gon' break
Rib-ripper got beaucoup chest pain
I'm a gorilla with a fist full of banana clips, let the sh*t rain
Grey showers, I'ma bathe all day
Uzi Loogies cover Ruby, burn his body, spread the ashes in the lake
7th Ward Dragon rises from the ashes, breathin' flames AKA Yung Plague

[Chorus: Lil Ugly Mane & $CRIM]
I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit (Yeah, yeah)
Turn his face into gooey sh*t (Yeah)
I'ma, I'ma, I, I—

[Verse 3: $LICK $LOTH]
Uzi spit, thirty clip
Percocets, with the sticks, snort it just to feel the drip
Paint yo' ass like Trasherslip
Pistol grip, fall in line
Acid up and down my spine
f*ck yo' Snap and f*ck a Vine, turn this b*tch to Columbine
Red dot, red dot, duckin' from twelve, I only do headshots
Straight drop, straight drop
Sippin' the mud, I only sip red drop
Still depressed and don't like the preps
Still hit the 'jects and get a pack of dope
FTP on my bullet vest
Still failed the test, but you see the glo'