Album Cover Unh Unh

Unh Unh

GloRilla

8

Woo, woo, uh

Like, unh, like unh

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)

Okay

They don′t want to see no gangster bitches win

We're in the industry, fucked up

Let these gangster bitches in

They say my fifteen minutes up

I′m only fifteen minutes in

Before they ever catch me slippin'

I'ma slide and spin again

Like, uh

Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again

Said he can′t get no ass no more

I′m lookin' back at it again

Like, uh

Been makin′ money, I ain't tryna make no friends

And, if he did, he got to stand on that

Ain′t makin' no amends (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh

He want my number, had to hit him with the "Uh-uh," like uh

Shout out to Cali′, I'm in Cali'

I′m like, "Uh-uh" (Boom, baow, baow)

Coochie candy, when he eat it, he go dumb, dumb

Like, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Put some boots on

I snatch a nigga with no ass (No ass)

He tellin′ me he love me

Do them other bitches know that? (Huh?)

He say he love me, told him he can tell his ho that

And, I really just be vibin'

I don′t see why they be so mad (Mad ass)

They say they the game, but, I don't know ′em

Then, I blast his ass (He's lyin′)

Hotel in Miami, get backshots on the balcony (Baow, baow)

Black niggas like they bitches red like a lil' battery

Money making cutie

I'm a gangster nigga fantasy (On God)

They don′t want to see no gangster bitches win

We′re in the industry, fucked up

Let these gangster bitches in

They say my fifteen minutes up

I'm only fifteen minutes in

Before they ever catch me slippin′

I'ma slide and spin again

Like, uh

Said I was done, well, dude

We back at it again

Said he can′t get no ass no more

I'm lookin′ back at it again

Like, uh

Been makin' money

I ain't tryna make no friends

And, if he did, he got to stand on that

Ain′t makin′ no amends (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh

Ain't got no BBL, lil′ bitch,

You must be thick or somethin' (Lyin′ ass)

Pussy fat as Hell

They thinkin' this a dick or somethin′ (This a chop')

He ask me, "Rhyme it,"

He must think I'm his bitch or somethin′ (Hold on)

Tryna put me on yo′ friend

He must be rich or somethin'

I ain′t in these bitches beef,

I'm in my motherfuckin′ prime

Told 'em, "Leave me out the way,

No parts and I′m not takin' sides"

I wonder how my ex doing'

Wonder, is they still alive?

Probably somewhere in my DMs,

Constantly motherfucker tryin′

The neighbor talk, she a bad bitch

My ass get fuckin′ quiet

A lot of hoes in toxic situations

They just keep it private (On God)

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win

We′re in the industry, fucked up,

Let these gangster bitches in

They say my fifteen minutes up

I'm only fifteen minutes in

Before they ever catch me slippin′

I'ma slide and spin again

Like, uh

Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again

Said he can′t get no ass no more

I'm lookin' back at it again

Like, uh

Been makin′ money, I ain′t tryna make no friends

And, if he did, he got to stand on that

Ain't makin′ no amends (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh