Uzi Loogies
I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into-into shit
I'ma, I'ma—
Yuh
Running through bags full of choppers, toting that drama
Hoping these crumbs don't want no problems
'Cause I don't know where to solve 'em
I just might bag and rob 'em, flaming revolver
Came with the flame, no game
He play, no way, I gets no pay
F*** out my face, I needs the throne
I need the throat from yo hoe, you know how it go
Step in the game, sippin' on pain
My mind is all gone, not looking for ways
To stop all the fame
From tryna f*** my funds up, run em' up, and let them guns up
Hoe's face like a dump truck, but I still want my nuts touched
Still no fucks, bitch get bucked
I'ma, I'ma—
Uzi be that grey primate
Fuc*** with the Grey 5-9, I'ma skullfuck you
Like I'm banging yet another prime, mate
Bitches in love with the Plague
Always wanna suck on my aye
Bitches in love with the Plague
Pussy gon' come my way
Ruby get a mil, pu*** got a skill
Ruby gon' chill, pu*** on my grill
Ruby scrape plates
Pussy gon' spill, but their heart gon' break
Rib ripper got beaucoup chest pain, I'm a go-rilla, rilla
With a fist full of banana clips
Let the shit 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, breathing flames
AKA Yung Plague
I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit (Yeah, yeah)
Turn his face into gooey shit (Yeah)
I'ma, I'ma, I, I—
(Yeah)
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*** a Snap and f*** a Vine
Turn this bitch to Columbine
Red dot, red dot
Ducking from 12, I only do headshots
Straight drop, straight drop
Sippin' the mud, I only sip red drops
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'