Uproar

Y'all know what I'm saying

Thank you men, Thank

Y'all know his name

Ayo Mac

Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (Oh)

Wayne time (Oh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo)

Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone

Let me see your shoulders work

I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but uhh

If you don't ain't a lighter, what the **** you smoking for

What the **** though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the **** though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat

You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes

Then the sun die, the night is young though

The diamonds still shine, get it rough hoe

What the **** though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?

It's a shit show, put you front row

Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show

Money over bitches, and above hoes

That is still my favorite love quote

Put the gun inside, what the **** for?

I sleep with the gun, then she don't snore

What the **** yo? Where the love go?

Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle

It's a blood bath, where the Suns go?

It's a Swizz beat, down the drums go?

If she's iffy, down the drugs go

If she sip lean, double cup toast

I Gotta duffle full of hundos

Down the love go, where's the uproar?

What the **** tho? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the **** though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the **** though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the **** though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the **** though, I don't bluff, bro'

I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro

Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though

Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke

At your front door with a gun stowed

"Knock-knock, who's there" is how it won't go

This the jungle so have the utmost

For the nutzos, and we nuts, so

What the ****, bro? It's where I'm from, bro

We grew up fast, we rolled up slow

We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope

Dreadlock hang down like a bando

Put the green in the bag, like a lot more

Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow

Extra clip in the stash like a console

Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Don O

What the **** though? Where the love go?

Swizzy, you a chef, I like my lunch gross

Just look up, bro there the stars go

I see the shovel, but where the drugs go? Mm

To the unknown

Only way he comin' is through his unborn

If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord

It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?

What the **** though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the **** though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the **** though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the **** though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo