Juice WRLD — Uh Huh

[Intro] 808 Mafia Uh huh, yeah The reason why I'm out on my grind I'm leavin' everyone in my gun Uh oh, uh oh, you're not the one Bitch you're not the one, you're not the one Never leave the house without my guns Never leave the house without my guns I ain't lookin' for trouble but I'm not the one Not the one, uh huh [Chorus] Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah) Designer my jeans, uh huh, they don't sag, uh huh Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh She asked if I'm runnin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh" Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh She asked if I'm stuntin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh" [Verse 1] Tell her that I run this shit like Usain Bolt (Uh huh) I'm Peyton Manning to these fuck niggas, ballin' like the Colts I'm sick of ballin', matter of fact, I may just go become a coach I go first class, on they ass, I ain't ridin' coach Never goin' broke again, I spent a thousand on a coat Just to say, "I did it," did it 'cause it's dope She gon' do the dope, then do the most Know she not no real one, that bitch a hoax Thank God, I ain't have to touch the baking soda But I know niggas in the trap, usin' the Motorolas In that bitch's throat, feel like a Ricola She do straight coke, I sip Coca-Cola [Chorus] Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah) Designer my jeans, uh huh, they don't sag, uh huh Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh She asked if I'm runnin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh" Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh She asked if I'm stuntin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh" [Verse 2] I like if she love it, love to flex in public Thinkin' nothin' of it, may shoot up the function Somethin' out of nothing, .23 in my Glock, damn Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, got the party jumpin' Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh I hit Maury up 'cause all these niggas is my sons Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh I ain't come here to fight niggas, go and grab the gun Call me microwave because I heat up I bought my stripes and I earn them bitches, Adidas I got a Spanish bitch, I fuck on her amigas Run up, I’ll let that 40 off, that 'lil bitch got a fever, yeah [Chorus] Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah) Designer my jeans, uh huh, they don't sag, uh huh Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh She asked if I'm runnin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh" Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh She asked if I'm stuntin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh"