Duse Beatz, Drakeo The Ruler, Jay 305 - Uchies lyrics

Uchies, uchies, uchies
Uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies hmmmmm
(Duse makin' slaps, true)

Try me? Please you don't have enough uchies
Let alone, enough groupies, I'm
Out with the broski
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 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 then your attitude frivolous
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 ass, why they hating on my ass?
'Cause they hugging on the block
I tried to tell you I'm the problem

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

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, got damn 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
Ohh, 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 four in chili baba
Bitch you ain't getting nada
Keep the blood to your bottle
'cause I never wore Prada
Bleed 'em, fuck it, these niggas
I never need 'em riding in the Boondocks and
Dodgin' the Stinkmeaner, bleating
Ain't fucking him, ain't fucking me neither
A fake watch, a fake chain
On me there's neither
The Stinc Team, 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 need a clean
I should get a beating
All this money I'm receiving
Threw so much, 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