Uh-Huh

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh, uh-huh "Hi-C, what the fuck you wearing?" This Evisu and Hysteric (Blood, darkness, come unto me) Got the juice and that's apparent That lil' ho should be embarrassed Pouring Hi-Tech, Bloody Mary Blood on my Arc'teryx Take a trip down London, Paris Swarovski stars embedded He a pussy, pop his cherry (Uh-huh) [Bridge] Hi-C, man (Offer your soul) V@st0 l0rd, the tape, bitch For life, I'ma just swag on this ho, man (Massacre) Yeah, let's go, let's go, let's go (There's no turning back) Yeah, okay, let's go, yeah Yeah (Souls, come unto me) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Heaven or Hеll, let's rock) Let's go, let's go, lеt's go, yeah [Verse] Nigga thought his bitch was sacred Put his main bitch in rotation Got a Porschey just to lane switch On the highway straight to Hades All these bad bitches, we slayed 'em Fuck 'em once and then replace 'em Put a blade on all my chops like Ninja Gaiden How the fuck you not a slut? That's all you hang with Finna shop at Chrome, had to book my reservation Off a lot of drugs so high, now I feel weightless I'm a psychonaut, third eye regeneration Twin Glocks on me, nigga going out guns blazing Let her drain my dick 'cause I know she a Bladee fan All this pain inside my heart, it got me jaded Diamonds rainbow sherbet Put the shroomies on a burger In a grey coupe, Silver Surfer Chrome Heart, Hysteric splurger Gel tab and shroomies serving In a V12 Porschey, swerving Get these groupie bitches nervous Fuck her friend and now she's hurting (Uh-huh, uh-huh) "Hi-C, what the fuck you wearing?" This Evisu and Hysteric (Blood, darkness, come unto me) Got the juice and that's apparent That lil' ho should be embarrassed Pouring Hi-Tech, Bloody Mary Blood on my Arc'teryx Take a trip down London, Paris Swarovski stars embedded He a pussy, pop his cherry (Uh-huh) Told the bitch to bring her friend, they wanna share me All these dead guys, I'm a walking cemetery (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Chrome Heart, Hysteric shopper Rock lean-stained Truey joggers Geeked up off shrooms and blotter I'm a lot of niggas fathers Bad bitches on my roster Finna SRT the Charger Got blues like Max from Fosters Inked up just like a marker Put the shroomies on a whopper Geeked up like flying saucers Yeezy's, kick shit like soccer Shout-out to my gay stalkers Put my dick in her root chakra This thot, she sing like opera Bitch, I'm over you Bitch, I know the truth Bitch, you so ran through Can't get close to you Shroomie bowls and juice BAPE camos and Ksubs I don't go with you Just get throat from you (Bloodbath) You don't know me, dude So don't front your move Put this scope on you Hollows go through you I get dough, do you? I get hoes, do you? Bitch, I thumb through blues Like I'm supposed to do [Outro] Uh-huh (There's no turning back) Uh-huh, uh-huh