Uproar

Y'all know his name Ayo Mack let the beat drop 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 ain't got a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the fuck 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 in the rough, hoe What the fuck 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 fuck for? I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore What the fuck yo? Where the love go? Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle It's a blood bath, where the suds go? It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go If she's iffy, there the drugs go If she sip lean, double cup toast I got a duffle full of hundos There the love go, where's the uproar? What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo Get the fuck 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 fuck, 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 time like yuh dun kno Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower 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 fuck bro? Where the love go? Swizzy, you the chef, I like my lunch gross Just look up, bro there the Scuds go I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Mm To the unknown Only way he comin' back 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 fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo