(Huh)

(Hmm)

(Right lick, wrong guy)

(Better keep it bool)

Right lick, wrong guy

Nigga better keep it bool

Why you say fuck the gang

I push up and act a fool

Why you throwing up dem B´s

You don´t even got no food

(In these streets, you can´t play by the rules)

Soon as I wake up, grab my trip

Park that whip, his shit got flipped

I don´t even like to drink, but I need to take a sip

All this pain in my body, I just don´t know how to feel

Nigga say we blemish his image, but he ain´t real

You can´t take these 7.62s, boy you not the Man of Steel

Why you trippin´ bout that hoe, I put my meat on her grill

I just like gettin´ Dizzy but the gang tell me to chill

They like: ¨Uno, boy you trippin´, you better think before you do it¨

¨If you don´t this shit get wicked¨

And my gang got real hats, ready to catch a fitted

And this shit get fuckin' slimey, I admit it

Caught 3 opps in the store, and it sound like crickets

Damn my hoe got a attitude, bend her over and fix it

Hit that block with Mirco-drac, and this shit get litty

Know I´m throwin´ up Rollaxk

Got some bros who bangin´ Billy

I´m the one who work that stick, I had dropped em´ in the city

We had 3 ARPs, that´s about a Buck-50

Had a riot in the school, rolled them boys like some Heely´s

You a sweet ass nigga, need to go be on Disney

Speaking facts in these songs, Imma make these niggas hear me

Smoke with my gang, (huh) Man that shit just like a chimney

What the fuck, how you know about that drill, I had did it

He was scared to hit his flame, that shit get hot like a skillet

I had took the plug down, before I asked: ¨What´s the ticket¨

If you ain´t my main hoe, then Lil Uno ain´t trickin´

Id get wasted just like GTA, Lil Uno passed the mission

Cut the head off a snake if I hear these nigga hissin´

He ain´t nothing like Ray Lewis, nigga what the fuck he Blitizin´