Uh Oh, Thots! lyrics

by

XXXTENTACION


[Chorus: Trippie Redd & XXXTENTACION]
Ayy
Ah, ooh (Yuh)
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh (Huh?)
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh, yuh)

[Refrain: Trippie Redd, XXXTENTACION & Both]
1400 Gang, b*tch, I keep me some shooters
My chain shine hard like your momma medulla
I'm stoned up in the club, b*tch, I feel like Medusa (Yuh)
You talk down, yeah, pus*y boy, I'ma shoot you
I'm a gorilla, ayy (Yuh)
Yeah, big bank, I'm about my skrilla, ayy (Huh?)
Yeah, I'm gettin' all this money, big drug-dealer, ayy
Trippie Redd, b*tch, know I'm with the fitted, ayy
Oh yeah, b*tch, I'm really in the villainy
Huh, yeah, all the money
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & XXXTENTACION]
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)

[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Criss-cross applesauce
Ride up on my croggy, uh
Eat the plate, no Rick Ross
I got some ape, no Harambe, uh
Nobody sayin', that she said
She wanna tug my denim, mm
If you think that X is broke
Then look at my motherf*ckin' banknote
Okay, like, are you okay, Annie?
In a Phantom like I'm Danny, huh
I'm tryna f*ck your granny
Tryna get Dagger di*k in her whole panties, huh
Said she really wanna touch eem body
But I just want brain like a nerd, rocka
Shout-out to 333rd
I'm flippin' the bird, the bird is the word, huh
[Refrain: Trippie Redd]
1400 Gang, b*tch, I keep me some shooters
My chain shine hard like your momma medulla
I'm stoned up in the club, b*tch, I feel like Medusa
You talk down, yeah, pus*y boy, I'ma shoot you
I'm a gorilla, ayy
Yeah, big bank, I'm about my skrilla, ayy
Yeah, I'm gettin' all this money, big drug-dealer, ayy
Trippie Redd, b*tch, know I'm with the fitted, ayy
Oh yeah, b*tch, I'm really in the villainy
Huh, yeah, all the money
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the b*tch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
[Outro: Trippie Redd]
Throwin' all the hundreds
Throwin' all the money
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