Video Floor Seats de Aka Wuzi 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aka Wuzi - Floor Seats Lyrics

[Intro 1: Dave Pasch/Fran Fraschilla]
Guarded by Wanamaker with ten seconds to go
Coombs-McDaniel on the screen
Walker with seven
Got a mismatch!
Walker on McGhee with four
Kemba Walker
Stepback, Walker!
Cardiac Kemba does it again!
UConn wins at the buzzer!

[Intro 2]
Okay
Yuh
Yuh, aye, aye

Ay Wuzi my man, what's goin' down?

[Verse 1]
Back to the bull shit, brodie
A matador with a full clip brodie
A minotaur with an axe and an AR
And I got fifteen for in the next bar
2010 Kemba
I’m back at Gampel
Floor Seats in Storrs cause I’m breaking ya ankle
Just beat the buzzer first half vs New Hampshire
I'm too elite for a rookie, example (Round Onе)
I came back to take what I’m owed
Fuck Wuzi
Blvckflip rеload
Dropped four tracks but I still got some old shit
Just so you know that my mine/mind full of gold, bitch
Mouth full of gold like I ride with the Mob
But I came with the Tribe
They my pups
They my dawgs
Spitting like Sonic
Not the hedgehog
But I pick rings out Jostens catalogue
I put my head tie on like I’m Rambo
Steppin' out the door in black camo
He might be flames to start but I’m finishing
The reason he hot cause I’m really the kindling
Down down in an earlier round
The silencer will make you fall out, boy
There’s no sound
Shine it up
I came for my crown
Behold!
King Wu the threshold
I’m a bold nigga
My mode, nigga?
A toad, nigga
How I hopped up in this shit
I went in the commode, nigga
Just to show niggas I’m cold, nigga
You know, nigga
It’s the Kid Wu
Sike, it's cheat code, nigga
[Verse 2]
2014, call me Shabazz
Double-double Cincinnati at XL
Ima spazz
One pick earlier, coulda been with the Jazz
Left wrist taped well
More rings than Burrell with
Jordan on that Bull shit, brodie
I’m fly
My wings on Red Bull shit, brodie
The sky is clear but my landing gear too iced out
Might slip on the airstrip, brodie
And slide to the bank with the money I’m hoardin'
Riding in the six-speed, transportin'
I’m Ray Allen
Heating up, major
They say the streets cold like glacier
That’s why I
Put snow tires on the Lambo
Stepping out butterfly doors cause my cash flow
Is up
Up, up, uppity
I had to step back to see who really fuck with me
Through my contacts, I’m a threat locally
I’m a threat vocally
I’m a threat how I come through late night and nobody will notice me
Sober sniper
Yeah, nobody want smoke with me
Didn’t really care, then you went and spoke on me
You probably thought I would take it jokily
Bit more than I chew
Now woefully, I’m stabbed in the stomach while ya homie got a choke on me
Left me leaking in courtyard
Like spilled drink on floor seats at the Garden, brodie Looking like a Rockets jersey
James Harden, Brodie
No trophy for the city
Just a headstone for me?
Wait, that’s a thought that I really can’t fathom
But if it’s true, then I need it in platinum, dawg
If I take off from this planet at random
You should probably call me Danny cause I’ll leave in the Phantom
And they kept talking hectic 'til the homies surround 'em
On the concourse
Task force, burial ground 'em
Now he swimming in a lake
Probably thought that we drowned 'em
And his son go in the house traumatized cause he found 'em
Ahh!