You Unda lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro]
pus*y n*ggas need to get they grams up
That's the subject for school today
pus*y n*ggas gettin they grams up
You know what I'm saying?
Lil B man, 05 f*ck Em man

[Verse 1: Lil B]
I come from the bottom where
These n*ggas is rats
Then they f*cking off the block
And we flooded with packs
It must be a drought how
We flooded with sacks
Shout to Mack Maine
That's a real n*gga
I tuck the same guns that
The government pack
You n*ggas getting played
This the PS4 house
I'm spending dirty money
At the third world whore house
Strip club love me
Cus i strip off stacks
Then i rob the b*tch
Give my money back
Double up b*tch, quicker than you
Push 5 pounds off, I'm getting fat
I'm a chubby drug dealer
Anorexic pecs
I'm pushing weight off, throwin it up
Pills in her mouth, coke in her butt
n*ggs act like I've been bad
Just relax man, I'm not Sinbad
[Hook]
I f*ck b*tches (count up), I murk n*ggas (based god)
Man, Lil B you under! (swag)
b*tch, f*ck with a boss, b*tch
You know what I'm sayin?
What up b*tch? (what up ho?)
I f*ck b*tches (ok), I murk suckas (why)
God damn, Lil B you under! (you do what you do)
b*tch, f*ck with a boss (Swag)
You know what I'm saying
Lil B ho, what it do?

[Verse 2: Lil B]
I flow like Cassius Clay
And your coke got half the taste
I bought, i don't have to taste
I got the money, it's half the wait
n*ggas get killed just for being informants
Money on your head that's a strip club summer
Strip a couple suckas, strip club summer
n*ggas be like "Lil B Under!"
Cus he get murked, I'm not no plumber
His face on his shirt, you can wear that thunder
I stay low key, my crack so under
n*ggas too slow with that f*cking work
Here rhymes play, i know it's couple
Doctor's with work, this is mass music
Ride to it, I don't respect them suckas
I'm coming from the under and
Them n*ggas not under
[Hook]
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