U.G.K

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Aye Skeet skerting, rollin' down your motherfucking block mane Double S Impala, steady glidin' on them gold thangs Chopped & screwed your bitch Make that hoe jump outta frame Young player riding through your city, mobbin' UGK Gold coffin, gator boots, dipped inside that kitten suit Pinky ring, Platinum chain, pushin' 7s, do my thing Gold rope, lex chrome, play the fucking tech If a busta run his mouth, don't even tryna disrespect Ima hang that motherfucker from the golden gate Pistol packin' never lackin' cause it's murder to the 1st degree Ana got me trippin', plottin up another killing spree Fucking with the entity, now your ass can believe Ouija are you with me? Give me some of redrum Creepin' through the darkness when '87, let's have some fun Inside peanut butter, outside Jelly Suicide doors on the boxtop chevy [Verse 2] Aye Roll me up a blunt, it filled up with kush and sippin' some bo Riding slow, poppin' some ghosts, I'm making some money but gunning fo' more Aye Now tell your bitch to leave me alone I'm gettin' so sick She all on my dick She want me to hit But a pimp like me don't love no bitch I cry diamond tears, I'm rolling up on a prescription I'm counting digits Fucking women, live my life like a villain I'm stuntin' deadly Gun precision, ride around up in my drop top Real players never flip flop Making money to the tip top Rolling up on that purple passion, pop my collar, do my thing Sittin' sideway, swervin' in n' out that motherfucking lane G59, don't play no shit, you bound to get your wig split Mobbin' through your fucking hood, I make your hoe my bottom bitch Gankin' every sucker, stangin every busta in my sight Lurking through the fucking cuts and end your life by the night Young player from the himalayas, walk around in my fucking gators Makin' moves on my fucking haters, don't fuck around with my fucking paper