UAV Lyrics by Che
I just wan’ *** on my ho (What?), I just wan’ *** on my ho (Woah, woah)
I’m finna pop me a bean, I just wan’ *** on my ho, ***, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I had to jump on the jet, ***, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, I kept my foot on the gas, she put my *** in her ass (Let’s go, yeah)
I’m puttin’ the stick up like Afghanistan, blatt, yeah
I’m cookin’ the motherfuckin’ opp, I’m cookin’ that boy in the pan (Pssh)
Okay, we cannot push up the spot, I’m tryna injure the man
Okay, yeah, I been sippin’ the Wock’, it cost an arm and a leg, uh, yeah
All of the pain in my chest, she just be slayin’ the bag, yeah, yeah
They sippin’ tabs with the feds, I told ’em jump on my head, huh, yeah
I send ’em far, fetch, okay, here’s a catch (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
I let her bounce on it all day, trampoline
My niggas, we keepin’ the cool, my niggas, we keepin’ it clean
Blatt, yeah, I *** her, she said she can’t walk, I *** her, she never wan’ leave (Yeah, she never wan’ leave)
I-I-I *** her, she said she can’t walk, I *** her, she never wan’ leave (Yeah, she never wan’ leave)
I just wan’ *** on my ho (What?), I just wan’ *** on my ho (Woah, woah)
I’m finna pop me a bean, I just wan’ *** on my ho, ***, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I had to jump on the jet, ***, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt, yeah)
I just wan’ *** on my ho (What?), I just wan’ *** on my ho (Woah, woah)
I’m finna pop me a bean, I just wan’ *** on my ho, ***, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I had to jump on the jet, ***, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, I kept my foot on the gas, she put my *** in her ass (Let’s go, yeah)
I’m puttin’ the stick up like Afghanistan, blatt, yeah
I’m cookin’ the motherfuckin’ opp, I’m cookin’ that boy in the pan (Pssh)
Okay, we cannot push up the spot, I’m tryna injure the man
Okay, yeah, I been sippin’ the Wock’, it cost an arm and a leg, uh, yeah
All of the pain in my chest, she just be slayin’ the bag, yeah, yeah
They sippin’ tabs on the feds, I told ’em jump on my head, huh, yeah
I send ’em far, fetch, okay, here’s a catch (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
I let her bounce on it all day, trampoline
My niggas, we keepin’ it cool, my niggas, we keepin’ it clean