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[Intro: Drakeo The Ruler] Uchies, uchies Uchies, uchies, uchies Uchies, uchies [Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler] Try me? please, you don't have enough uchies Let alone enough groupies, I'm ridin' with the broskis Tell me how you wanna do it, killers ride to my music On God I can't think straight, a buck fifty on the E-way They ain't never finna get me, they ain't never finna get me But they can get a high speed chase Anything for the uchies, tryna tell you I'm the Ruler Heads down when you speak to me Get on your knees when you greet me You know I got it in me, and nigga your attitude [?] Don't like pops in my business, too many pops from the beginning I'm riding with a sentence I'm all about the uchies, tired of bump-ins with new They be acting like they won't Ten bands for a lawyer, that was just for him to speak to me Niggas wanna write grievances 'Cause they hating on my knots, why they hating on my knots? 'Cause they hugging on the block, I tried to tell you I'm a problem [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies Anything, anything, anything for the uchies Anything for the uchies Anything, anything, anything for the uchies [Verse 2: Jay 305] Midnight mission, on my bullshit Looking for some money and a cool bitch Still getting money off of "Youzza Flip" You looking like a bum, like a hipster bitch You bummies, other people's money 12 years old got beat up for serving dummies I love the uchi, goddamn I love the money My play auntie, was my favorite smoker Taught me how to cook up, shake, and play poker Let me hustle out her car to go to Oakland Go stupid, got hyphy with the hustle And I yatted out this gat I used to sell my lunch tickets, and hit the dice game, ooh Drakeo, that's Mr. Get Dough Jay 305, Mr. Mr. Good Dough [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies uchies Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies Anything, anything, anything for the uchies Anything for the uchies Anything, anything, anything for the uchies [Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler] Mr. Uchies, cold devil, it's life threatening Chop a nigga down for these pints, it's my medicine If I don't chilly, bye bye bitch you ain't getting nada Keep the bloodiest bottle 'cause I ain't never wore Prada Bleed 'em, fuck it, these niggas I never need 'em Riding in the Boondocks, we dodgin' the Stinc nina Bleed teamer, ain't fucking him, ain't fucking me neither A fake watch, a fake chain, on me there's neither The Stinc Teamer, this nigga's a meat beater Silly billy, call shirley nigga 'cause we leaving Twenty strips on the floor for any nigga competing Jesus, somebody call a deacon Threw so much money, shit the altar need a cleaning I should get a beating, all this money I'm receiving Threw so much money, shit the altar need a cleaning Cause bitch I'm getting uchies, believe it [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies uchies Uchies uchies, uchies, uchies uchies Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies Anything, anything, anything for the uchies Anything for the uchies Anything, anything, anything for the uchies
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