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UH OH Video (MV)




Performed By: 301tonee
Language: English
Length: 1:53
Written by: ANTONIO SMITH




301tonee - UH OH Lyrics
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50 Round on me
Imma walking drum roll
My gang toting Heard he just got one pole
Run down on him All we heard was Uh Oh
She hate me, she still gon lemme f*ck though
Pack touch down And imma get it gone
Why yo bitch Keep blowing up my phone
Turn yo crib into a combat zone
I'm way too authentic I cannot be cloned
Like a school SHOOTA
Keep it inna book bag
Way too much money I can't even look sad
You see the chain Bitch you know imma HoodRat
Hit from behind so I tell her to look back
SpookySZN bitch I feel like a reaper
Chasing money I spend bands on my sneakers
Feeling lonely so I called up a eater
To give me some brain in my brand new two seater
Glock 9 and it's under the seat
If I'm eating all my brothers gon eat
I got brothers who be banging them C's
And I got brothers who be banging them B's
We got guns so you better come with em
The beam attached so I know imma hit em
223's at his brain we gon split him
His mama crying all his brothers gon miss him
Go get a bag lil nigga
You lame and you going out sad lil nigga
I see you mad lil nigga
But don't end up wit a toe tag lil nigga
We went from rags to riches
All blacc whip I'm doing the dash on niggas
Ain't spending my cash on bitches
I smile and she shaking her for niggas
I'm too sticked up For me to bitch up
Tell that pussy nigga come try me
Want war nigga We can do that shit
It really ain't that hard for you to find me
Never been the type to do the Twitter talkin
We gon pull up on you get to wylin
Not gon talk about it We can shoot it out
Know the gang life get violent
All of this money just keep piling
Stones round my Neck (They all diamonds)
Brand new Patek (Perfect Timing)
Hop on a jet (Now we flying)
These niggas rap but not acting on shit
They pray for a day where I'm lackin and shit
He flashin some money we jackin his shit
Then hit up the plug cause I need me a zip
Cross me one time and I'm pressing delete
You purp onna net I'm not scaredwe can link
Da Choppa knocc both of us off of our feet
The big difference is I'm alive you deceased
Brand new .45 bout to give it a beam
I can't go to sleep cause I'm up off a bean
Your bitch over shared like I posted a meme
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50 Round on me
Imma walking drum roll
My gang toting Heard he just got one pole
Run down on him All we heard was Uh Oh
She hate me, she still gon lemme f*ck though
Pack touch down And imma get it gone
Why yo bitch Keep blowing up my phone
Turn yo crib into a combat zone
I'm way too authentic I cannot be cloned
Like a school SHOOTA
Keep it inna book bag
Way too much money I can't even look sad
You see the chain Bitch you know imma HoodRat
Hit from behind so I tell her to look back
SpookySZN bitch I feel like a reaper
Chasing money I spend bands on my sneakers
Feeling lonely so I called up a eater
To give me some brain in my brand new two seater
Glock 9 and it's under the seat
If I'm eating all my brothers gon eat
I got brothers who be banging them C's
And I got brothers who be banging them B's
We got guns so you better come with em
The beam attached so I know imma hit em
223's at his brain we gon split him
His mama crying all his brothers gon miss him
Go get a bag lil nigga
You lame and you going out sad lil nigga
I see you mad lil nigga
But don't end up wit a toe tag lil nigga
We went from rags to riches
All blacc whip I'm doing the dash on niggas
Ain't spending my cash on bitches
I smile and she shaking her for niggas
I'm too sticked up For me to bitch up
Tell that pussy nigga come try me
Want war nigga We can do that shit
It really ain't that hard for you to find me
Never been the type to do the Twitter talkin
We gon pull up on you get to wylin
Not gon talk about it We can shoot it out
Know the gang life get violent
All of this money just keep piling
Stones round my Neck (They all diamonds)
Brand new Patek (Perfect Timing)
Hop on a jet (Now we flying)
These niggas rap but not acting on shit
They pray for a day where I'm lackin and shit
He flashin some money we jackin his shit
Then hit up the plug cause I need me a zip
Cross me one time and I'm pressing delete
You purp onna net I'm not scaredwe can link
Da Choppa knocc both of us off of our feet
The big difference is I'm alive you deceased
Brand new .45 bout to give it a beam
I can't go to sleep cause I'm up off a bean
Your bitch over shared like I posted a meme
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Writer: ANTONIO SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing

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