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Yuh
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
Ayy, turn up a little, would ya?
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
Finna have to hop on a different booth on these niggas
Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh
Voot up, voot up
Voot up!

Bitch! Want my dick? Pop that pussy like a zit, yuh (Yuh, ayy, bitch!)
Fuck do you mean? That I'm mean? Suck my dick, yuh (Yuh, ayy, yuh. bitch)
Stay with that Glock, I won't run from the opps, ayy (Yuh, yuh, bow, bow, bow!)
News say I'm shot, that's not me, that's the cops, ayy (Yuh, buck, buck, buck, buck!)
Stop it, ayy, Gothic, ayy (Yuh, yuh!)
Might rip the head off the prophet, ayy (Yuh, yuh!)
Andy my clips, Milonakis, ayy
Empty that bitch, it ain't nothin', ayy (Yuh, ayy!)
Fuck it, ayy, (Yuh!) pump him, ayy
I put his mouth on the carpet, ayy (Bow!)
Stomp on his head and then perf it, ayy (Ayy)
Hope that shit-talkin' was worth it, ayy (Yuh, yuh)
Duffel bag, think a nigga need a duffel bag
You bark, you boy, you duckin', bitch (Yuh)
Pressure, son, think these niggas want pressure, son (Yuh, yuh)
I grab the gun, extended clip (Okay, yuh)
Pussy boy, leave you bleedin' like a pussy, boy (Yuh, okay)
You need a pack, you need a pitch (Ayy)

Oh, fuck
Ayy, pipe up, man, turn up, turn up