UKA UKA Trippie Redd
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[Intro]
Haha, yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y'all (Said I made, said I made)
So how could I be mad that I ain't y'all? (That I ain't, that I ain't)
Same reason why I hate y'all (Why they hate, why they hate)
Hop up in this 'Rari and I race off, ayy (Race off)
Do the dash in this racecar (Racecar)
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face-off? ayy (This a face-off?)
Better say your damn grace dog (Damn grace dog)
You're blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles (Like you're Ray Charles)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
No, I 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, ahh
[Verse 2]
Ayy, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Ayy, choppers by my side, you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I'm just dressed in all black, got the black mask
I'll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Ooh, yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil' nigga you left in the past
Ooh, ayy, sonin' niggas, I'm your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Swear these goofy niggas really goin' out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh
Haha, yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y'all (Said I made, said I made)
So how could I be mad that I ain't y'all? (That I ain't, that I ain't)
Same reason why I hate y'all (Why they hate, why they hate)
Hop up in this 'Rari and I race off, ayy (Race off)
Do the dash in this racecar (Racecar)
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face-off? ayy (This a face-off?)
Better say your damn grace dog (Damn grace dog)
You're blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles (Like you're Ray Charles)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
No, I 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, ahh
[Verse 2]
Ayy, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Ayy, choppers by my side, you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I'm just dressed in all black, got the black mask
I'll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Ooh, yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil' nigga you left in the past
Ooh, ayy, sonin' niggas, I'm your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Swear these goofy niggas really goin' out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh
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