Quality Control Music - Um Yea lyrics

[Intro: Offset] We havin’ a check by the way Huh, woo woo woo You feel me? you dig sh** look easy, know what I mean DJ Durel Hey [Chorus: Offset] Don’t I look like I’m the sh** lil’ n***a? Look at my motherf**in’ wrist lil n***a Thought you had hits but you missed lil n***a Why you keep starin’ at my b**h lil n***a? You little n***as keep gossiping You should go work for the blogs and them Don’t f** with the gang, they the opposite Pop at them n***as, apocalypse Um, yeah, you cannot stop it Run up that bag, we gon’ go get a profit Um, yeah, this no Monopoly But we got colorful money and property Um, yeah, what’s in your pocket? The pocket rocket, please do not size me Um, yeah, bored on the private Boogers look snotty, I’m good on a thotty [Verse 1: Offset] Uh, yeah, I’m ’bout to get his a** hit Yeah, pay that lil’ dime Yeah, if you get knocked for that body Yeah, do that lil’ time (appeal) Yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can’t show this on Vine (on the low though) Yeah, most of you n***as drop dimes on dimes, you can’t do the time (you a ho though) Elliot got me on blind, I’m blind, I can’t see my time (shine) Yeah, if I’m a gangster my b**h is a gangster, she ready to slide (she ready to ride) b**h I can’t face it, I sip on the Matrix, I’m dead or alive (uhh) If I go broke I’m not asking nobody, I’m ready to rob (ready to kick) Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice) Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a Whopper (fifty ball) Can’t kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr) Robinson 44 (uh), b**h take a trip in the chopper Still ballin’ like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers Still bustin’ off forty-four, you talkin’ ’bout guns or the profit (uh) Yeah, go pick up a bigger load, from Pablo, Rico, and Papi (Rico) You got them bricks, we gon’ hit the door (boo) I’m in your hood, Robin [Chorus: Offset] Don’t I look like I’m the sh** lil n***a? Look at my motherf**in’ wrist lil n***a Thought you had hits but you missed lil n***a Why you keep starin’ at my b**h lil n***a? You little n***as keep gossiping You should go work for the blogs and them Don’t f** with the gang, they the opposite Pop at them n***as, apocalypse Um, yeah, you cannot stop it Run up that bag, we gon’ go get a profit Um, yeah, this no Monopoly But we got colorful money and property Um, yeah, what’s in your pocket? The pocket rocket, please do not size me Um, yeah, bored on the private Boogers look snotty, I’m good on a thotty (thotty) [Verse 2: Cardi B & Offset] Bardi, uh Ain’t with the politicking with you, I don’t need to vote (nah) I sell tracks that these tours need for seating rows (packed) I’m in the spot these whack b**hes is competing for (weak, who?) Matter fact I’m that b**h that’s really eating the most (hrrr) I’m with your n***a ’cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge) Let’s talk money in Spanish ’cause I can speak it in both (díme) I been ballin’ kinda like when Derek Jeter rose (woo) I’m with the papis with machetes so we L-O (ahh) Travel with the head of state, you know they keep the pole (baow, baow) By now lil b**h you can’t get P to roll (blah) He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo) [Chorus: Offset] Don’t I look like I’m the sh** lil n***a? Look at my motherf**in’ wrist lil n***a Thought you had hits but you missed lil n***a Why you keep starin’ at my b**h lil n***a? You little n***as keep gossiping You should go work for the blogs and them Don’t f** with the gang, they the opposite Pop at them n***as, apocalypse Um, yeah, you cannot stop it Run up that bag, we gon’ go get a profit Um, yeah, this no Monopoly But we got colorful money and property Um, yeah, what’s in your pocket? The pocket rocket, please do not size me Um, yeah, bored on the private Boogers look snotty, I’m good on a thotty (thotty)