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Lyricist: UVERworld
Lyrics:
Up north niggas, but play in the south
Backwood, yeah, I came with a stout
Wave gods always gon' reign in a drought
Underworld mansion, we stay in the clouds
Came out his mouth
Leave that boy blue like a clue, but he stupid, can't figure it out
They wanting our clout
'Cause we be balling, they mad as hell, moving like Draymond, they foul
Bat cave, that's where I stay with my brethren
The lair be the hangout, we came from the dungeon
I smoke a onion, but don't lose a function
Cross Pollination, my life at the junction
I show up belated, I buzz in abundanc?
I hear all the hating, we swarming abov? it
Hit Johnny dang for my fangs, told 'em turn on the sink, get it running
Need my diamonds bussin'
Niggas be talking, they fussing
Me and this money locked in, bitch, I cuffed it
Brodie, I got a bag, took another and stuffed it
Then walked out the store with 'em, thought it was luggage
Still in them streets, still with the heat
Still with them Nikes, they never crease, sheesh
Carry myself like I'm already famous
Me and myself got a humble arrangement
Bat sig, up in the sky, and I pop out
Bat shit, baby, I'm pulling the stops out
Whenever Underworld drop, better drop out
She want to suck my dick, I said not now
They don't be talking 'bout shit, better stop now
Underworld broke the ground, we at the top now
Perc thirty, hoe, don't make me pop out
They can't be part of the picture, they cropped out
Underworld
Underworld
Underworld
Underworld
Bat sig, up in the sky, and I pop out
Bat shit, baby, I'm pulling the stops out
Whenever Underworld drop, better drop out
She want to suck my dick, I said not now
They don't be talking 'bout shit, better stop now
Underworld broke the ground, we at the top now
Perc thirty, hoe, don't make me pop out
They can't be part of the picture, they cropped out
They can't be part of the picture, man, this Underworld shit forever, them niggas cut over, you feel me? In this gang shit over here, you feel me?
Underworld stay reshaping the landscape
Said I'm pussy, that manga was fan-made
This here my family, your team full of bandmates
We calling all of the shots, this our campaign
This is our season, bleh
Came out the trap, it was me and my celly
You get all nine's from hoes like belly
Stacking my bread at the Underworld Deli
Hoot, hoot, hoot, hoot
Underworld Strawhats, we stealing y'all loot
Nine milli, I'm itching to shoot
On mute only time they on loop
Piecing the puzzle like Banjo Kazoo
Birds of a feather, I hang in the zoo
Thought he was overlord, we took his girl to the Underworld
Now he don't know what to do
Just made twelve racks, finna cop me some shoes
They got a problem, then hop in the booth
They tryna doubt I'm the truth
If you hate us, then fuck it, twelfth floor, go and hop off the roof
He talking drip, dawg, who is he kidding?
Take that shit off!
Argumentative make my dick soft
Know that bitch acting fake, please, don't call
A young nigga been city to city
Kill count high, out here hitting the griddy
Inhale, exhale, this for them nights it get chilly
Whole Hive keep it a Fendi
Wait 'till the crew hit a milli
My flow eternal, and I got a watch so silly
Dead ones on my feet, sleepwalk through your city
Big blanta, been sneaking in hoes through the chimney
Bat sig, up in the sky, and I pop out
Bat shit, baby, I'm pulling the stops out
Whenever Underworld drop, better drop out
She want to suck my dick, I said not now
They don't be talking 'bout shit, better stop now
Underworld broke the ground, we at the top now
Perc thirty, hoe, don't make me pop out
They can't be part of the picture, they cropped out
Underworld
Underworld
Underworld
Underworld