Uproar

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(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy)

(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy)

Y'all know his name

Ayo Mack, let the beat drop

Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (Oh)

Wayne time (Oh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo)

Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone

Let me see your shoulders work

I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but uh

If you don't ain't a lighter

What the fuck you smoking for? We hot (Haa)

What the fuck though?

Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat

You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes

Then the sun die, the night is young though

The diamonds still shine, in the rough hoe

What the fuck though?

Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?

It's a shit show, put you front row

Talking shit, bro?

Let your tongue show

Money over bitches, and above hoes

That is still my favorite love quote

Put the gun inside, what the fuck for?

I sleep with the gun

And she don't snore

What the fuck yo?

Where the love go?

Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle

It's a blood bath, where the suds go?

It's a Swizz beat, ther the drums go

If she's iffy, down the drugs go

If she sip lean, double-cup toast

I got a duffle full of hundos

There the love go, where's the uproar?

What the fuck though?

Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though

I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the fuck though?

Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though

I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the fuck though

I don't bluff, bro'

I come out the scuffle without a scuff, woah

Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though

Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke

At your front door with a gun stowed

Knock-knock, who's there? Is how it won't go

This the jungle so have the utmost

For the nutzos, and we nuts, so

What the fuck, bro?

It's where I'm from, bro

We grew up fast, we rolled up slow

We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope

Dreadlock hang down like you dun know

Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower

Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow

Extra clip in the stash like a console

Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald

What the fuck bro?

Where the love go?

Swizzy, he a chef

I like my lunch gross

Just look up bro, there the Scuds go

I see the shovel, but where did bruh go?

Hmm, to the unknown

Only way he coming is through his unborns

If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord

It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?

What the fuck though?

Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though

I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the fuck though?

Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though

I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo