Uh Huh Lyrics – Juice WRLD
Singer: Juice WRLD
Title: Uh Huh
808 Mafia
Uh huh, yeah
The reason why I’m out on my grind
I’m leavin’ everyone in my gun
Uh oh, uh oh, you’re not the one
b#tch you’re not the one, you’re not the one
Never leave the house without my guns
Never leave the house without my guns
I ain’t lookin’ for trouble but I’m not the one
Not the one, uh huh
Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they don’t sag, uh huh
n#gg#s mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I’m runnin’, I told that b#tch, “Uh huh”
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I’m stuntin’, I told that b#tch, “Uh huh”
Tell her that I run this sh#t like Usain Bolt (Uh huh)
I’m Peyton Manning to these f#ck n#gg#s, ballin’ like the Colts
I’m sick of ballin’, matter of fact, I may just go become a coach
I go first class, on they ass, I ain’t ridin’ coach
Never goin’ broke again, I spent a thousand on a coat
Just to say, “I did it,” did it ’cause it’s dope
She gon’ do the dope, then do the most
Know she not no real one, that b#tch a hoax
Thank God, I ain’t have to touch the baking soda
But I know n#gg#s in the trap, usin’ the Motorolas
In that b#tch’s throat, feel like a Ricola
She do straight coke, I sip Coca-Cola
Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they don’t sag, uh huh
n#gg#s mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I’m runnin’, I told that b#tch, “Uh huh”
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I’m stuntin’, I told that b#tch, “Uh huh”
I like if she love it, love to flex in public
Thinkin’ nothin’ of it, may shoot up the function
Somethin’ out of nothing, .23 in my Glock, damn
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, got the party jumpin’
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I hit Maury up ’cause all these n#gg#s is my sons
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I ain’t come here to fight n#gg#s, go and grab the gun
Call me microwave because I heat up
I bought my stripes and I earn them b#tches, Adidas
I got a Spanish b#tch, I f#ck on her amigas
Run up, I’ll let that 40 off, that ‘lil b#tch got a fever, yeah
Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they don’t sag, uh huh
n#gg#s mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I’m runnin’, I told that b#tch, “Uh huh”
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I’m stuntin’, I told that b#tch, “Uh huh”
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