Luckyuno - Top Gun Lyrics

Uno smell like haze cuz I be puffin
Bout to hit my girl and I ain't talkin' David Ruffin
It's just me and hella pre-rolls
Smoke signals to all my kinfolk
I don't need the rims
Cuz I just put the tint on all my windows
In the booth, I let my winds go
How you have sauce bruh you dry as sin though
Gucci belt just to sag
Pardon my infatuation with that innuendo
This shits a dream but its not pretend though
I'm going Bo like its Tecmo for Nintendo
Catch me dancin in the endzone
Man I want the whole world
I'll have to settle for a f*ck ton of hits though
Let the bass drop
Let the bass fall out
F*ck I look like
Tryna run around with y'all clowns
I just cook right, really tryna harness my sound
Y'all just bark right? all of y'all came out the same pound
And I'm ghost
Uno the pilot just pressin the buttons
I'm just tryna get lifted maybe mess up the function
I was sick when I wasn't, I was lit wit yo cousin
Roll a blunt on her back just to float on the track
I swear I be up to something
Aye I be really up to something
Uno always up to something
I be really up to something
Let the bass drop
Let the bass fall out
F*ck I look like
Tryna run around with y'all clowns
I just cook right, really tryna harness my sound
Y'all just bark right? all of y'all came out the same pound
And I'm ghost
Uno the pilot just pressin the buttons
I'm just tryna get lifted maybe mess up the function
I was sick when I wasn't, I was lit wit yo cousin
Roll a blunt on her back just to float on the track
I swear I be up to something
I be really up to something
Uno always up to something
Why he always up to something
I got Eighty-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
I got Eighty-nine hostiles tryna hit my blunt
I put the fork all in the pasta then I twist one up
I hold my fist up for my partners
That are on the run
I got hella friends
State had evidence
Back to jail again, popped
This ain't a sad song better than my last song
Hope I see the day that I pop
This is lyrical extension freedom of expression
Long wit the reach stick talk no Ovechkin
Every bars a bullet so I pull in all directions
Aye Danny Glover Lethal Weapon
Let the bass drop
Let the bass fall out
F*ck I look like
Tryna run around with y'all clowns
I just cook right, really tryna harness my sound
Y'all just bark right? all of y'all came out the same pound
And I'm ghost
Uno the pilot just pressin the buttons
I'm just tryna get lifted maybe mess up the function
I was sick when I wasn't, I was lit wit yo cousin
Roll a blunt on her back just to float on the track
I swear I be up to something
Hey I be really up to something
Uno always up to something
I be really up to something