Uh Uh Uh Uh
My nigga he back on the perc
I'ma call it Kurt Angle
I'ma pray that he stable
I'ma pray for some angels
Spreading racks on the table
That nigga lied that's a fable
These niggas ain't able

I feel like Beyoncé, where's my halo
She eat it up like it's queso
Play with the meat like it's Play-Doh
All of my niggas they fatal
Talkin' shit then he ended up fatal
All my niggas we pull out the K tho
All my niggas we throwin' up halos
I ain't takin' pictures
but a nigga got the Canon
Pull it out, then I'ma brand em'
Calling my bro' from Atlanta
He gon' pull up and make him a phantom
I'm off a molly, a nigga be jammin'
Thе bullets will eat him up
like hе was salmon

Uh Uh Uh Uh
My nigga he back on the perc
I'ma call it Kurt Angle
I'ma pray that he stable
I'ma pray for some angels
Spreading racks on the table
That nigga lied that's a fable
These niggas ain't able