Hunxho – Uh Huh (feat. Tee Grizzley) Lyrics

Uh Huh

Hunxho (feat. Tee Grizzley)

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"Uh Huh." - Hunxho (feat. Tee Grizzley)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 12:21 am

Album: 22

Track No: 05

You ain't fuckin' with that one?
He not, he not
Uh-huh, who want war like, uh-huh
Snatch your bitch like, uh-uh
Big ol' G go, uh-huh
I call my migo, uh-huh
Like Diddy Lan, uh-huh
I call the label, uh-huh
I need advance, uh-huh
Yeah, I need it fast
Racin' foreigns all through the block, remember shit was borin'? (Shit was borin')
I'm in the booth while clutchin' on my Glock, told CG, "Keep recordin'"
Knots all in my pocket, I just dropped
Who brought the foreigns through the block?
I said I like how she preform, throw it back like, uh-huh
They'll go to war, who own the song?
I know he be on nothin'
Knock one down and roll his blunt
On my block, bitch, I'm stuck
I got rich, bitch, this ain't luck
Ain't hold no horses in my hood
It's crazy, my hood is in my trunk
I'm tryna stank one of them niggas, skunk
I'm tryna blank, I don't give a fuck
Still free P, nigga, he stuck
We had took rich, now look, we up
I had took his bitch, now he want war
No, I can't beef 'bout no bitch
I ain't losin' sleep 'bout no bitch?
And I can't turn shit down, load up, go slide with them chop sticks
This shit for whoever want, free pick
We can get together, this a free nick'
Workin', they been askin' 'bout where we been
Dancin' high, then I go 'Vette
Then I go, then I go Benz
Dancin' high, then I go track (woah, woah)
Then I go 'Cat, we get it in (woah, woah)
Boy, you ain't nothin', hit it
Uh-huh, who want war like, uh-huh
Snatch your bitch like, uh-uh
Big ol' G go, uh-huh
I call my migo, uh-huh
Like Diddy Lan, uh-huh
I call the label, uh-huh
I need advance, uh-huh
Yeah, I need it fast
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Rocket on me, nigga, RIP Take'
Big ol' chain hittin' harder than Tank
All of my niggas that's free got straps (for real)
All of my niggas that's locked got shanks (shanks)
Stay out the way, stay down, get rich
If the straight narrow don't work, get bricks (bricks)
Bad hoes come around us, get hit (facts)
Linebackers on the squad, nigga, get blitzed (blitzed)
We some rappers and trappers and head tappers, don't play with us (nah)
Get caught in traffic, why the fuck you lackin'?
We got automatics, we gon' spray it up (fan)
I was takin' uppers to stay woke while I shoot these downers on the Mega Bus (trap)
Take 75 to Covington, matter of fact, let me stop 'fore I say too much (you lyin')
We don't talk at all, we get busy (busy)
Send 'em guns shoppin', get glizzies (get Glocks)
Brodie caught two hats, he litty (oh, he did?)
Ass gotta be fat, I'm picky (I'm picky)
I put shit in the dirt in my city (no cap)
I don't fuck with these niggas, they iffy (don't fuck)
I'll put shit in the dirt in your city (right now)
Them boys gon' do whatever for Benji
Uh-huh, who want war like, uh-huh
Snatch your bitch like, uh-uh
Big ol' G go, uh-huh
I call my migo, uh-huh
Like Diddy Lan, uh-huh
I call the label, uh-huh
I need advance, uh-huh
Yeah, I need it fast

Writer(s): Ibrahim Dodo & Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr..

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