Aunty & Unky

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Auntie Unky Don't try this shit [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] You know I'm that young wild nigga straight from Detroit Hey, we known for goin' out of town with that Bruce Leroy You might call it heroin, we call it boy boy You know you in the trap house if the air moist [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] You might call him crackhead, we call him unc' baby Most my childhood friends, they was crack babies 'Bout a hundred-somethin' P's from this old lady I might think you auntie, but these OZ ace [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Yeah, my junkies don't pop 'em, yeah, they snort 'em I got 'em for the fifteen, charge them a quarter Other junkie don't snort 'em, yeah, he smoke 'em He say that he gotta make sure that they potent Huh, knock knock, who is that? Said he want a twenty-seven You must be at the wrong trap, we ain't got no lil' pass Fuck it, nigga, give me that, sold his ass some Similac [?] it ain't no dope in that, but his dumb ass double back White boy hit his nose, said where it's at? He said, "P with the fuckin' blow," I think he need it back I'm high as fuck baggin' up, forgot to wear a mask My fiend, he withdrawin' bad, he shitted in his pants [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Bring the dope back like it's '88 Auntie high as hell, we seen it in her face Auntie high as hell, she got the poker face Auntie high as hell, I think she 'bout to faint Bring the dope back like it's '88 Auntie high as hell, we seen it in her face Auntie high as hell, she got the poker face Auntie high as hell, I think she 'bout to faint You might call him crackhead, we call him unc' baby Most my childhood friends, they was crack babies 'Bout a hundred-somethin' P's from this old lady I might think you auntie, but these OZ ace [Verse 2: Cream Da Villain] It's that young dog boy from the Lou, yeah Straight racks in this bitch, we don't do giffies Work in my bitch broad, it say Lou titties Make a ho break it down when it's too sticky I just got a load of that A1 She gettin' head out her face now Kept the work in the pile with the bacon It come together like it made out Scrape scrape, I don't waste now Shake shake 'til it take somethin' Fuck a [?], lookin' like a lake, huh Bitch, you know I'm in the game but I don't play, huh (Nah) You know queens back blocks, dope fiends, trap spots Pour east, mad opps, lowlies, bad thots I just got away with the same shit that got my mans knocked Auntie say she gon' quit smokin' but she can't stop [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Bring the dope back like it's '88 Auntie high as hell, we seen it in her face Auntie high as hell, she got the poker face Auntie high as hell, I think she 'bout to faint Bring the dope back like it's '88 Auntie high as hell, we seen it in her face Auntie high as hell, she got the poker face Auntie high as hell, I think she 'bout to faint You might call him crackhead, we call him unc' baby Most my childhood friends, they was crack babies 'Bout a hundred-somethin' P's from this old lady I might think you auntie, but these OZ ace