Zack Fox - ​uhhh lyrics

You made that? Yeah
Here's a little somethin' 'bout my DJ
Brr, yeah back again
Here's a little somethin' 'bout my D-

Ho, sit down, I got cash I need to calculate
Soon as I walk up in this bitch
The opps evacuate choppin' up them blades
Brought the choppas to a dinner date
Ridin' 'round hot, drop the top
I need to ventilate bitch ring the bell
Beat a nigga like I'm Triple H
Whip red as hell
Bitch I'm bleeding down the interstate
All my niggas hungry
Bitch you lucky you ain't getting ate
Way I hate these niggas you
Figure that I invented hate
Goddamn, all of my bitchеs
Speak different languagеs
Goddamn, if this shit don't shake
Then bitch I'm takin' shit
Boy I got so many sticks I
Let enemies take the pic
Pussy nigga mad I told him
"Eat a bag of baby dicks"

Uh y'all niggas not it
Uh all my niggas pop shit

Kick a bitch nigga off a
Cliff without no parachute
Fuck nigga prolly callin' 12 just
Like a Karen do red dot on a nigga cheek
He look like Pikachu
All my niggas evil look like
People off of Beetlejuice
Pickin' up your bitch in a
Foreign it go beep-beep-beep-beep
Bitch I'm doing numbers
I'm covered in V-V-V-V-V's
Bitches was just laughing about
Me like ke-ke-ke-ke-ke
Now they see my ass in that Audi
And try to sleep with me

Uh y'all niggas not it
(Here's a little somethin' 'bout my DJ) uh
All my niggas pop shit