UKA UKA
 作词 : Michael Lamar White II
 作曲 : Ozan Yildirim
Yeah, Big 14 know what the **** goin' on, yeah
Ooh, said I made y'all
So how could I be mad that I ain't y'all?
Same reason why I hate y'all
Hop up in this Rari then I race off, ayy
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off? Ayy
Better say your damn grace dog
Blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles
Ayy, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure, ahh
Ayy, **** your ***** and hit my ******* dab
Ayy, choppers by my side, you know it clap
Like your ***** ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
Got the black mask
I'll pull it out the ************* black bag
Ooh, yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil ***** you left in the past
Ooh, ayy, son these *****s, I'm your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Pray these goofy *****s really goin' out sad
Give these ***** *****s hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh
Swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
Ooh, ayy, ooh, are you *****s really from the field?
Or are you *****s really from the hills?
I got a mob of *****s coming by the mills
They'll shoot your ass down boy from 1400 kills, for real
I'm tryna find your ****** chill
I'm off this Actavis, I'm tryna pop a seal
I don't do Xannies baby, no, don't do no pills
I'm just smokin on ****, baby
Just thumbin' through the mills, so ill