Uchies - Drakeo The Ruler, Jay 305

Uchies, uchies

Uchies, uchies, uchies

Uchies, uchies

Try me?

please, you don’t have enough uchies

Let alone enough groupies, I’m ridin' with the broskis

Tell me how you wanna do it, killers ride to my music

On God I can’t think straight, a buck fifty on the E-way

They ain’t never finna get me, they ain’t never finna get me

But they can get a high speed chase

Anything for the uchies, tryna tell you I’m the Ruler

Heads down when you speak to me

Get on your knees when you greet me

You know I got it in me, and nigga your attitude

Don’t like pops in my business, too many pops from the beginning

I’m riding with a sentence

I’m all about the uchies, tired of bump-ins with new

They be acting like they won’t

Ten bands for a lawyer, that was just for him to speak to me

Niggas wanna write grievances

'Cause they hating on my knots, why they hating on my knots?

'Cause they hugging on the block, I tried to tell you I’m a problem

Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies

Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies

Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies

Anything, anything, anything for the uchies

Anything for the uchies

Anything, anything, anything for the uchies

Midnight mission, on my bullshit

Looking for some money and a cool bitch

Still getting money off of «Youzza Flip»

You looking like a bum, like a hipster bitch

You bummies, other people’s money

12 years old got beat up for serving dummies

I love the uchi, goddamn I love the money

My play auntie, was my favorite smoker

Taught me how to cook up, shake, and play poker

Let me hustle out her car to go to Oakland

Go stupid, got hyphy with the hustle

And I yatted out this gat

I used to sell my lunch tickets, and hit the dice game, ooh

Drakeo, that’s Mr. Get Dough

Jay 305, Mr. Mr. Good Dough

Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies uchies

Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies

Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies

Anything, anything, anything for the uchies

Anything for the uchies

Anything, anything, anything for the uchies

Mr. Uchies, cold devil, it’s life threatening

Chop a nigga down for these pints, it’s my medicine

If I don’t chilly, bye bye bitch you ain’t getting nada

Keep the bloodiest bottle 'cause I ain’t never wore Prada

Bleed 'em, fuck it, these niggas I never need 'em

Riding in the Boondocks, we dodgin' the Stinc nina

Bleed teamer, ain’t fucking him, ain’t fucking me neither

A fake watch, a fake chain, on me there’s neither

The Stinc Teamer, this nigga’s a meat beater

Silly billy, call shirley nigga 'cause we leaving

Twenty strips on the floor for any nigga competing

Jesus, somebody call a deacon

Threw so much money, shit the altar need a cleaning

I should get a beating, all this money I’m receiving

Threw so much money, shit the altar need a cleaning

Cause bitch I’m getting uchies, believe it

Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies uchies

Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies

Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies

Anything, anything, anything for the uchies

Anything for the uchies

Anything, anything, anything for the uchies