Uh Huh Juice WRLD

[Intro]
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
Bitch 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

[Chorus]
Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they don't sag, uh huh
Niggas 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 bitch, "Uh huh"
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I'm stuntin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

[Verse 1]
Tell her that I run this shit like Usain Bolt (Uh huh)
I'm Peyton Manning to these fuck niggas, 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 bitch a hoax
Thank God, I ain't have to touch the baking soda
But I know niggas in the trap, usin' the Motorolas
In that bitch's throat, feel like a Ricola
She do straight coke, I sip Coca-Cola