Trippie Redd - UKA UKA Lyrics

Yeah, Big 14, know what the f*ck goin' on
Yeah

Ooh, said I made y'all
So how could I be mad that ain't y'all
Same reason why I hate y'all
Hop up in this 'Rari then I race off, aye
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off, aye?
Better say your damn grace dog
Blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles, aye

Aye, I don't want no more pressure, no
Don't want no more pressure, noo
Don't want no more pressure, ahh
Don't want no more pressure, ahh
Don't want no more pressure, ahh
Don't want no more pressure, ahha

Aye, f*ck your bitch and hit my f*cking dab
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
Got the black mask
I'll pull it out the motherf*cking black bag
Yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil' nigga you left in the past
Ooh, aye, son these niggas, I'm your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Pray these goofy niggas really goin' out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh

Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure

Aye, are you niggas really from the field?
Or are you niggas really from the Hills?
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
They'll shoot your ass down boy, for 1400 kills, for real
I'm tryna find your f*ckin' chill
I'm off this Actavis, I'm tryna pop a seal
I don't do Xannies baby, no don't do no pills
I'm just smokin' on dope, baby, just thumbin' through the mills, so ill