Unh Unh Lyrics

Unh Unh Song Lyrics

GloRilla
(AClef Vibes on the beat)
Woo, woo, uh
Like, unh, like unh
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
Okay

They don't want to see no gangster b**ches win
We're in the industry, f**ked up, let these gangster b**ches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And, if he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh

He want my number, had to hit him with the "Uh-uh," like uh
Shout out to Cali', I'm in Cali', I'm like, "Uh-uh" (Boom, baow, baow)
Coochie candy, when he eat it, he go dumb, dumb
Like, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Put some boots on, I snatch a nigga with no ass (No ass)
He tellin' me he love me, do them other b**ches know that? (Huh?)
He say he love me, told him he can tell his ho that
And, I really just be vibin', I don't see why they be so mad (Mad ass)
They say they the game, but, I don't know 'em, then, I blast his ass (He's lyin')
Hotel in Miami, get backshots on the balcony (Baow, baow)
Black niggas like they b**ches red like a lil' battery
Money making cutie, I'm a gangster nigga fantasy (On God)

They don't want to see no gangster b**ches win
We're in the industry, f**ked up, let these gangster b**ches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And, if he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh

Ain't got no BBL, lil' b**ch, you must be thick or somethin' (Lyin' ass)
Pussy fat as Hell, they thinkin' this a dick or somethin' (This a chop')
He ask me, "Rhyme it," he must think I'm his b**ch or somethin' (Hold on)
Tryna put me on yo' friend, he must be rich or somethin'
I ain't in these b**ches beef, I'm in my motherf**kin' prime
Told 'em, "Leave me out the way, no parts and I'm not takin' sides"
I wonder how my ex doing', wonder, is they still alive?
Probably somewhere in my DMs, constantly motherf**ker tryin'
The neighbor talk, she a bad b**ch, my ass get f**kin' quiet
A lot of hoes in toxic situations, they just keep it private (On God)

They don't want to see no gangster b**ches win
We're in the industry, f**ked up, let these gangster b**ches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And, if he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh