Uh Oh - MGD

Give me the trap and i’ma set it up with fine bait

Give me the ice, and i’ll show y’all bustas how to skate

Give me the time i’ma consume and straight cultivate

Give me the money to stage and the mic and i’m straight

I can tell you ain’t hard, y’all bustas soft

They find a neutral spot, they let go loot so i’ma go off

I don’t imitate styles, I got flows

Now watch the special delivery to you motherfucking hoes

Check one two with the mic, check the game

Check the handling when I step to change a lane

Check the straight knot on them hoes I be checkin

Now check ya playa status from the chicks i’m collecting

Now put a cap on that bullshit y’all talkin bout mister rapper

I’m fed up to here with that ???

so i’ma slap you

Saying gangsta rhymes and doing whole things that don’t mix

Uh huh, you about to get caught up in the mix

I’m from St. Louis, the clean town was the hood

Disrespect, watch me make it understood

Ya better have somebody to call twelve

I’m pissed off and I’m about to raise hell

And I won’t bite my tongue for none of y’all

I’m just gone crush you quick, like the impact of a wrecking ball

I just drunk some gin and it made me worse

If I don’t get some green, your next ride gone be in a hearse

I got the ice cold water to put your fire ass out

And the hoes hooked up to the hydrant in case you spread, no doubt

You bustas through, we coming through

Fatball and mad society run through

We bout to drown, we murder bound

Get it together cause tonight it’s going down

I can’t stop, I can’t quit

So one of y’all end up getting a wig split

It ain’t nothing you can do to take us under

Cause we warriors, playas, soulja killas, and hater hunters

Y’all just unchained the wrong clique

For the next ten years, we gone be running this shit

— repeat till fade