Uffie ☆ Pop The Glock

MC mic
people call me Uff
when i rock the party
you bust a nut
feadz is breakin’ out the beat
shit be hotter then me
me and he our crews a militia
better watch out my clan gets vicious
bad ass bitch
i’m rated X
i’m gifted ain’t gotta sell sex
cross the beach onto the street
gotta work hard no room to cheat
crunk and grind that’s my bloodline
feadz is mixin Uffie’s shoutin
Uffie’s bangin feadz is bangin
time to get low do the toostie roll
that’s how we do do it hot
and if you understood would you
stop hatin playing hard i got a loaded body guard
don’t make him pull out the glock and pop
Uffie’s gonna make the shit rock
like dough dough i like boys call me when they feel freaky hot
i run the show you got to slow pick up the pace with your
cracked out face Uffie’s bangin feadz is bangin time to get low
do the toostie roll
that’s how we do do it hot and if you understood would you
be my ryhme if you can yeah you talk shit
think i care
my style in this flow
is confusing cuz you don’t know

pop the glock X7
the glock you pop
sound like twista fast as hell
our rock will beat you know damn well
gonna make it to the top
spit this shit Til your drop
down low is where to keep it
boy, doesn’t anyone know
gonna to tear you down underneath you’re just a clown
time everyone see what you really be
play the game the game gets played
i got a man and he goes by feadz
play the game the game gets played
i got a man and he goes by feadz
Uffie’s bangin feadz is bangin
Time to get low do the tootsie roll
that’s how we do do it hot
and if you understood would you
be my rhyme if you can yeah you talk shit
think i care my style in this flow
is confusing cuz you don’t know

pop the glock the glock you pop
if you out of lin
it’s your bang pop X3
Uffie’s bangin X3
feadz is bangin Uffie’s bangin
feadz is bangin time to get low
do the toostie roll Uffie’s bangin
feadz is bangin Uffie’s bangin feadz is bangin
me and he our crews militia
better watch out my clan gets vicious
that’s how we do
do it hot and if you understood would you
stop hatin and playing hard
i got a loaded body guard
don’t make him pull out the glock and pop
Uffie’s gonna make the shit rock
like dough dough i like
boys call me when they feel freaky hot
i run the show you got to slow
pick up the pace with your cracked out face