🎵 UH OH // by Pouya

11 ContributorsUH OH Lyrics [Verse 1: Pouya] Baby Bone back on the scene, it's like I never left I had to take a break from hoes breathing down my neck ALL BUT 6, the set, I rep until I rest Smoke filling up my chest, my life is such a mess Grippin' a 9 millimeter, I'ma lead 'em a leader My brothers coming with me, oh-no, here we go again Don't pretend like you love me when the money's coming in I been through the rain, the ring of the pain Thou shall my enemies and leave 'em in vein Bang, bang, for the boy to put a hole in your brain I been pacing back and forth, I think I'm going insane All this fame obtained don't mean a thing, one deep in a Range I'm headed straight to the bank with my FTP bag Glock and a mask finna blast on your ass Half-Evil on my back, I need a pack from Sam Hit the road put another million dollars in my head Get it, split it, get a band Feel like Juicy make her dance, for the bands Baby Bone, middle finger to the man You know I stand on my business I feel like Tom whenever I'm on a mission Talking sideways, intermissive Fuckboys slippin', now you duck in your grave Rappers get wet tryna ride my wave Miami, Dade Florida boy still stuck in his ways Singing to the reaper as I'm counting my days [Chorus: Pouya & Rick Ross] Uh-oh, Florida boy riding in the Chevy, so low Wood grain gripping, hanging out the windows, smoking on some endo Baby Bone sittin' low, so cold gripping chrome, like Uh-oh, Florida boy riding in the Chevy, so low (Uh) Wood grain gripping, hanging out the windows, smoking on some endo (Bitch, Pouya) Baby Bone sittin' low, so cold gripping chrome, like (I'm with it) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Come along for the ride, I'm burning an ounce at a time Another bitch to fuck is just a new mountain to climb (Woah) New Balenciagas, yeah, got you shopping online And all the money that I talk just a topic of mine (Woo) Another pistol, I could pop all the buttons combined (Pow) I bought a bitch another car off the lot in Peru (Hahaha) Another day, another dollar discounted in Shein (Woah) So fuck a bitch 'cause my Impala get quality time Look what's under the hood, niggas won't even look If you can take it you can have it, that one in the books Biggest boss in the city, bitches kissin' my ring Such a difficult thing when you done been through some things (Woo) In the black double R in this double park (Woah) Got a hundred round drum, that's if you want a problem (Woah) Lil' homie serving like we call him ching-a-ling Got on a Jacob and I spend a million for the ring [Chorus: Pouya] Uh-oh, Florida boy riding in the Chevy, so low Wood grain gripping, hanging out the windows, smoking on some endo Baby Bone sittin' low, so cold gripping chrome, like Uh-oh, Florida boy riding in the Chevy, so low Wood grain gripping, hanging out the windows, smoking on some endo Baby Bone sittin' low, so cold gripping chrome, like