King Khemoo - Uzi Vert (Intro) Lyrics

(Yola Made The Beat)
Yeah
That king shit mean shit nigga foreal
Big BLK shit nigga ain't no way I'm switching nigga
No bullshit, yeah
And we still on that same shit nigga you must've forgot
Crazy man
Aye, yeah aye

Count up the gwap like a clerk
I'm in the trap and it's goin berserk
My money grew like that shit hit a spurt
Don't call my phone you ain't coppin no work, oh
I'm a Hotboy like I'm Turk
I'm off this drank with a narc and a perc
Smoking exotic you smoking on dirt
I keep a shooter he shooting like Dirk
They know we stay on alert
These niggas pussy go put on a skirt
Speak on the gang and you bound to get hurt
That's a quick way to get out on a shirt
I swear these niggas sweeter than dessert
I got a uzi I don't need a vert
Slamming the pack in the trap like I'm Kurt
We got them birds in the trap they gone chirp
We dem young niggas and we got the work
Exotic gas we ain't smoking no purp
Red and green we finessin the purp
Pussy nigga try to flex and get murked
I remember I was stressing at first
Copped a pack and flipped a O to a cutie
Niggas know I been on go since a juvie
And they know we strapped like call of duty
Long clip bitch I'm shooting a movie
Blue hundreds in my pocket they groovin'
Put a red dot on his head like a ruby
Big backwoods we ain't smoking no doobies
I'm with my dawg like Shaggy and Scooby
Ruth Chris steaks we ain't eating at Luby's
100 round drum that bitch look like some boobies
Bad lil bitch I'm a beast she a beauty
I just might pour up a 4 in a smoothie
Can't sip no drank it ain't come with a seal
These niggas snitching I know he a squeal
He giving out tips like he paying a bill
Still in da 6 they know how we play in the field
They know we stay with that steel
These niggas fake they can't even keep it a bill
So how you gone say you was real
I feel like Hank bitch I'm the king of the hill
Post on the block like Shaquille
No I can't change bitch I'm the same nigga still
Even when I touch a mill
Trappin a sport bitch I got so many skills
Gas bags pints and pills
Nigga foreal
I'm popping meds like I'm ill
Got my own gwap give a fuck bout a deal
Stacking them 100's them 50s and dubs
Trappin all night give a fuck bout the club
I'm a big bear and you niggas some cubs
Can't take a bath cuz it's P's in my tub
My niggas gone eat, my niggas gone grub
My niggas some kings you niggas some scrubs
Ballin too hard bitch I don't need a sub
Cut off his fingers we left him with nubs
Bitch!
Yeah 6 shit no bitch shit nigga Fuck around and be a lick shit nigga
We pull up we hit shit nigga
We don't miss shit nigga
Foreal

Count up the gwap like a clerk
I'm in the trap and it's goin berserk
My money grew like that shit hit a spurt
Don't call my phone you ain't coppin no work, oh
I'm a Hotboy like I'm Turk
I'm off this drank with a narc and a perc
Smoking exotic you smoking on dirt
I keep a shooter he shooting like Dirk
They know we stay on alert
These niggas pussy go put on a skirt
Speak on the gang and you bound to get hurt
That's a quick way to get out on a shirt
I swear these niggas sweeter than dessert
I got a uzi I don't need a vert
Slamming the pack in the trap like I'm Kurt
We got them birds in the trap they gone chirp