Uber wit a Dub

[Chorus: Lul G]
n*ggas want me dead, so I'm ridin' wit' the stick (ridin' wit' the stick)
Glock 22 wit' a thirty in that b*tch (boom, boom)
Up this b*tch on 'em, better pray I don't miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that sh*t flipped (nerd n*gga)
In a Uber wit' a dub, got that bag on me
I don't like the conversation I don't talk, b*tch you can cash on me (dumb b*tch)
Baby slide me, it can't fold that's that fast money
f*ck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'

[Post Chorus: Lul G]
pus*y n*gga want the beef, guess what? You can have it (nerd n*gga)
Drew Banga on the beat so this muf*cka slappin' (muf*cka slappin')
Glock 21, I'm a muf*ckin' savage (boom, boom)
Moon walkin' in these jugs call that boppin' wit' this plastic (lil' b*tch)

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Just had a convo wit' the mic, I ain't puttin' it down
And you the type to act a ass when it's pus*y around
And I'm a stand up type n*gga, can't push me around
I told security mind they business, ain't pattin' me down
And I was broke it's hella jokes, come and laugh at me now
And this Glock like Shaquille how it's backin' him down
You ain't investing with them bands you'll be back in a drought
Keep on callin' in for work and be back on the couch
Ops want smoke? f*ck it let 'em have it all
n*gga you been lost up in that sauce, but here's a map for y'all
That syrup gon' help me catch up on them z's like the Dragon Ball
And I never wear a hat, I don't cap at all
Death threats, they make my tummy tickle
pus*y you can't hide forever we gon' come and get you
And I don't give a f*ck if my cousin wit' you
'Cause on the love for the gang this sh*t unconditional

[Chorus: Lul G]
n*ggas want me dead, so I'm ridin' wit' the stick (ridin' wit' the stick)
Glock 22 wit' a thirty in that b*tch (boom, boom)
Up this b*tch on 'em, better pray I don't miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that sh*t flipped (nerd n*gga)
In a Uber wit' a dub, got that bag on me
I don't like the conversation I don't talk, b*tch you can cash on me (dumb b*tch)
Baby slide me, it can't fold that's that fast money
f*ck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Been like a month since I done slid through the sucka side (through the sucka side)
But don't trip I'm on my way so n*gga run and hide (n*gga run and hide)
And we gon' catch you n*ggas slippin' it just come wit' time (it just come wit' time)
It's RBN OBM n*gga ain't nowhere to sign
I don't wanna think you n*ggas took my kindness for weakness
Fifty bands on my wrist, b*tch you broke you ain't eatin' (broke you ain't eatin')
Slid wit' this chop and drop it off 'cause I ain't need it ('cause I ain't need it)
Talk? Ain't no reason, n*gga ain't no reasoning (ain't no reasoning)
Ooh I'ma be glad when these n*ggas ain't breathin' (ain't breathin')
Slingin' wit' no mask on my face you can see it (you can see it)
And when I had this Glock on 'em he ain't believe it (ain't believe it )
Oh, head shot so the doctor can't treat it (oh)
I ain't f*ckin' wit' you n*ggas, that's on Tu and L
They say rich n*ggas don't do drills, but I'ma do it still
n*gga's gettin' out of hand I had to put him in his place
I'ma slide and slide again until they put me in my grave

[Chorus: Lul G]
n*ggas want me dead, so I'm ridin' wit' the stick (ridin' wit' the stick)
Glock 22 wit' a thirty in that b*tch (boom, boom)
Up this b*tch on 'em, better pray I don't miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that sh*t flipped (nerd n*gga)
In a Uber wit' a dub, got that bag on me
I don't like the conversation I don't talk, b*tch you can cash on me (dumb b*tch)
Baby slide me, it can't fold that's that fast money
f*ck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'

[Post Chorus]
pus*y n*gga want the beef, guess what? You can have it (nerd n*gga)
Drew Banga on the beat so this muf*cka slappin' (muf*cka slappin')
Glock 21, I'm a muf*ckin' savage (boom, boom)
Moon walkin' in these jugs call that boppin' wit' this plastic (lil' b*tch)