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Alamo Records - Uzi Anthem Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hands in the air)
I'ma need for y'all to ball your fists up (Breathe in)
Put your hands in the air (Breathe out)
CakeBoy Bally

[Chorus]
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Surf, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Breathe in, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Surf, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)

[Verse 1]
Baby, throw it
Titties, show it (What?)
Money, blow it (Racks)
Big bag, floor it (Racks, racks, racks)
Drip, yeah (Ah)
I'm Dior down, yeah (Dior down)
She like my flow, yeah (Flow)
My slimes in town, yeah (Slatt)
It's time to go out, yeah (Out)
Let's get fucked up, yeah (Fucked up)
Bring out the drugs, yeah (Drug)
She freak-freak, yeah (Freak-freak)
Bring out the cubs, yeah (Freak, they be in the Bentley)
Air, air
Air, air (Yeah, woo)
Breathe, breathe (Yeah, what?)
My diamonds TV, Johnny Dang teeth be (Slatt)
I'm achieving the love I'm receiving (Hood baby)
Two bitches doin' my chores
808 lifestyle, yeah, we make noise
Don't style Lil Gotit, gotta get dripped up
Rockin' Chrome Hearts, this drip they love (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Surf, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Breathe in, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Surf, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)

[Verse 2]
Hold it, baby (What?)
Blow me, slowly (Blow it)
Doses, drink it (Drink it)
Overloaded (Woo)
YSL (Slatt, slatt), slatt, slatt (Slatt, slatt)
Fuck a cell (Cell), we not in that (Fuck 12)
We do not tell (Uh-uh), can't fuck with rats (Hit the snitch)
Can't you tell we have them racks? (Rack, rack, racks), ah
Fuckin' yo bitch and she suck on my meat
I'm goin' up and the hill done got steep (Yeah)
Put some diamonds in my mouth, like, "Cheese" (Yeah)
Hoppin' over haters, frog leap (Yeah)
It's two of us and they five bitches (Yeah)
New Bentley coupe and the mind missin' (Skrrt)
Bust down Rollie with no time tickin' (Bust down)
Love my fans, they're my limits
Air, air (Air)
Air, air (Hood Baby)
Breathe, breathe (Breathe)
Breathe, breathe (Slatt)
[Chorus]
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, rage (Mosh pit)
Breathe out, rage (Hood Baby)
Breathe in, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Surf, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Breathe in, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood Baby)
Surf, surf (Breathe out)
Surf, surf (Breathe in, Hood B-)