UnoTheActivist - Arm & Leg lyrics

[UnoTheActivist - Arm & Leg lyrics]

What, yeah, what, what, what, yeah
I'm just gon'- (Dig)
Let y'all niggas know stand tall
Close your mouth,  nigga
 y'all biting too much, man
Uno, I killed it (Thanks, Ugly God)

Yeah, these niggas biting the arm
Leg, and the head,  tell that bih'
"Give me heard or some'"
Riding 'round with that chopstick
Drop a nigga, call the meds or some'
Man, these niggas playing with the feds, I
Can't even beef with a nigga
He dead or some'
Pillow talking to a bitch, boy
I'll probably go hop in her bed or some'
And in your house, I'ma creep
Chilling in your house, smoking leaf
Riding 'round six deep in the Jeep
Pull up and lay him out in the street
Told 'em, "I'm real cold, I'm anemic"
Feeling like John Cena, can you see me?
I'm in that
Open your eyes, this is not a dream

Ooh, open the doors, I sneak
I see your bed then hop in the sheets
I fucked your bitch, and I
Was freak, freak, freak, pussy on fleek
Know I like water, pussy
Gon' sing, sing, sing, and it was pink
And I'ma say that you a ten, ten, ten
But you with me i can't even lie
I thought you was gon' stink
And you squirted in my eyes
I thought I was gon' blink
Huh, phone ring, your name was on caller ID
Man, she picking up that phone
While she sucking this D
You got ten racks on me
More like ten on my wrist
You got ten racks on me
I'll put ten in your bitch
Putting light dubs inside my homie
'cause he's inside the pen'
And these niggas, they say they hungry
Biting the arm and the leg

Yeah, these niggas biting the arm
Leg, and the head,  tell that bih'
"Give me heard or some'"
Riding 'round with that chopstick
Drop a nigga, call the meds or some'
Man, these niggas playing with the feds, I
Can't even beef with a nigga
He dead or some'
Pillow talking to a bitch, boy
I'll probably go hop in her bed or some'
And in your house, I'ma creep
Chilling in your house, smoking leaf
Riding 'round six deep in the Jeep
Pull up and lay him out in the street
Told 'em, "I'm real cold, I'm anemic"
Feeling like John Cena, can you see me?
I'm in that
Open your eyes, this is not a dream
Yeah, these niggas biting the arm, leg
And the head, tell that bih'
"Give me heard or some'"
Riding 'round with that chopstick
Drop a nigga, call the meds or some'
Man, these niggas playing with the feds, I
Can't even beef with a nigga
He dead or some'
Pillow talking to a bitch, boy
I'll probably go hop in her bed or some'
And in your house, I'ma creep
Chilling in your house, smoking leaf
Riding 'round six deep in the Jeep
Pull up and lay him out in the street
Told 'em, "I'm real cold, I'm anemic"
Feeling like John Cena, can you see me?
I'm in that
Open your eyes, this is not a dream

Bitch-ass lil' nigga snitch-ass lil' nigga
Try to run up, I got 40
You'll get hit with that, nigga
And I got big, big figures
(Thanks, Ugly God)

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