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ubi & mike summers - model 3 lyrics

[verse 1: ubi, trizz]
yo, we coming from southern cali to the middle west
if you run your mouth, you gon’ get addressed
don’t f+ck around, you gon’ get upset
’cause we run the town and the internet
you talk about it, you ain’t did it yet
we don’t tolerate disrespect
break your neck just to get a check
you better tap in when you in the west
i ain’t finished yet
light ’em up and then snuff ’em out like a cigarette
b+tch, i’ve been living my best life
while they snuck around in my silhouette
hold up ubi, don’t k!ll ’em yet
i don’t think these n+ggas feel it yet, uh
they ain’t k!ll us yet
take shots and ain’t hit us yet
can’t get us wet
vibing out, i been riding ’round with the realest vets
feeling vexed at the slightest sound
they write it down, i don’t feel impressed
long road, i ain’t lit it yet
gun on me i ain’t finished with
new whip, it ain’t tinted yet
so i ain’t getting in it, where the uber at?
trizz, who is that? they don’t get a guest
hit a set at the gym and jet
it’s leg day, i just did the chest
doing laps with my intellect
i’m the biggest threat walking
when i fall in, n+ggas hit the deck
what we finna bet?
i got me enough in my pocket, let’s spend it and get it back, yeah
[chorus: ubi]
i’m betting my dollars i been polished with best
coming out the underground, the ground is solid when i step, yeah
straight out the middy to the west how we connect
breaking bread with my posse, run a check up on my tab, uh
they running their mouth, i run a route to make a catch
let ’em watch me while i work, i never stop to take a breath, yeah
straight out the middy to the west how we connect
if you coming around, you better come correct, look

[verse 2: ubi]
some of y’all had me counted out but you had it wrong, i ain’t mad at y’all
only k!llers on my team, meaning that we do not accept padded one
got ’em all feeling supreme, drinking their beers up, brett kavanaugh
mike summers on a facetime, bass line taste like caviar
matador to y’all bullsh+t, charge it up and i “olé”
you should’ve known by now that i go hard as f+ck and i don’t play
pardon us and our road rage, we just carve it up in our own lane
big words in my vocab like i’m smart as f+ck, you don’t say
okay, all honesty i been great and that’s modesty
i don’t gotta make apologies for my pen game or my policies
get out the way, go follow me, leave gassed up at full throttle speed
me and trizz in that model 3, finna break a branch off an olive tree
cl!ck, pow! take a shot at me, hit the concrete and that’s comedy
living like i won the lottery but i’m still shopping at dollar tree
dead people is all i see
deadass, you in a dead end doing dead lifts with your dead weight, dead lines i write and dead all that beef
[verse 3: trizz]
i’m f+cked up, i’m f+cked up, it’s been a long day
i’m on the right path going the wrong way
all work, no horseplay
i’m straight to it, no foreplay
i been ’bout it, d+ck riding now but they been doubted
had to switch up and then reroute it
break my money down and then recount it
f+ck you n+ggas talking ’bout?
n+ggas know what i’m all about
fast cars and fast women, i done f+cked white and black b+tches
skinny women and fat b+tches, only be around bad b+tches
you don’t understand ’cause you ain’t had b+tches
you don’t understand ’cause you ain’t had riches, straight up

- ubi mike summers lyrics

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