UNDALAY lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Where everybody at?
Where everybody go?

[Verse]
I gotta pick my blunt back up (Back up), drugs got me f*cked up
Where the f*ck my plays go, where they at?
Drip on my back, f*ck you mean? (On my back)
Got Louis drip, I don't shop thrift (Don't shop)
This and that, what the f*ck you talkin' bout? (This and that, this and that)
n*gga geeked up, at the wrong spot (At the wrong spot)
Get your heat took, you in the wrong spot
You got your heat in your pant, bring it out
I ain't have to bring my f*ckin' bands out, she gon' f*ck
Lock the sh*t in the rain and wet the whip up
Big sh*t, hellstorm, wet the whip up (Hellstorm)
Camp out, in the tent, catchin' plays out the trap
Different designer, I be in now
Limitless range, I be having shot (I be having)
Gotta check my f*ckin' clip, switch it out
Flood anything I put on, I'ma drip it out (Drip, drip)
f*ck off my phone with that cap sh*t
I know his ho wanna link, come f*ck some
I got my chain in your hood, I don't tuck none
Watch for my chain, I'ma bust one (bust one)
Pull the racks out, I AC on that sled
I'ma be mad as f*ck if I don't take my meds
Do a Florida spread, racks on my leg (Racks on my leg)
Lame ass lil' boy, take your ass to bed
When I first see you, I jump out, I mean it
Everybody geeked up, geeked up, geeked up, and I'm taxin' for a feature
Better pull your pants up, you better not reach (Not reach)
Rich b*tch think I'm up, I'm a leech (I'm a leech)
Whole gang, we get racks by any mean (By any mean)
b*tch wanna yell, make a scene (Make a scene)
Take his stick, I only wanted his beam (His beam)
Fell in love with drugs, drinkin' lean in my dream (Drinkin' lean)
These n*ggas cap as f*ck, why they hate on green?
f*ck hashtag, this ain't no prop (Hashtag, hashtag)
Why this b*tch keep texting? This b*tch a opp (b*tch a opp)
Having racks and water, I'm a dock (I'm a dock)
Real trenches, ain't no ordinary stuff (Ordinary stuff)
We gon' shatter pill, we gon' break a bar
I'ma do my thing, make this b*tch rock (Make this b*tch rock)
And we serving anything, he get re-rock (We serving anything)
Fast car, my hood, this ain't key lock (This ain't key lock)
Off the drank, 'fore I was takin' detox (Takin' detox)
It's some power to get off these drugs (Off these drugs)
If we find him, we hit at his mug (Grrt, grrt)
Drip as f*ck like I just got out the tub
I'll do a threesome with the Powerpuff Girls
n*gga stoned, that lil' f*ck right in the ceilin'
Sweet lick, you should not wanna be one
Money bought all the problems (Money bought)
Money spread, and this sh*t fallin' (This sh*t fallin')
Polo shirt look like Lamborghini
Real drank head, I don't drink martini (Drink martini)
First time you tap in with drank, you be leanin'
Iced out, chain my neck (Ice)
Assassin gun, I look like a viking
I pour up in Sprite, that sh*t be spicy (Be spicy)
I'll scram, make a right and hit it on a twin ride (On a twin ride)
Moving 'round with my chains on, chains on
n*gga cruisin' up, whip bang on
I be geeked up, spam the same song (Geeked, geeked up)
Put your kickstand up on your bike (Kick, kickstand)
Got this sh*t for real, this is not no drill
Came up out that basement, I'm on the hill
It's a f*ckin' raid, we invade
Better listen to your big homie Sensei
Smokin' blunts to the face (To the face)
I be tryna make a dub per day (dub per day)
My lil' b*tches told me she love my face
Gotta turn your whip 'round, this a one-way
Chop sh*t down, ándale
Post it up, we trap out everyday (Everyday)
[Outro]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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