Uncle Phil

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fuck is you talkin bout) [Verse] Hmm, we passin these hoes to the swoop we got full court advantage Hmm, pop at that boy made that fuck nigga panic Hmm, yeah they ain't say nun when I seen him, they ain't say nun when I seen him, on candler Ghost Glock on me hoe name Danny Phantom We busting the fire give a fuck bout that banter Baby life tear that boy stain, rip off his banner 7.62 finna rip off his flannel I done seen niggas toastin them tattles We can go war, with this baby life shit, we can go any battle Bitch I be rapping on beats, ain't no actor Caught me a hat cause that boy was a capper Cut that snake throat cause I seen that bitch rattle All my Glocks walk call 'em [?] Niggas bе telling these talеs like they dragon If I see YN on the street then you know bodies bagging It ain't no beef but these niggas keep talking the way like the gang ain't just whack em Hmm, he jumped in the water now he need a paddle I poured a deuce in this wock, in this snapple Baby life shit man we doing or own mission Different gang round, man you know they raise tension Glock lift his ass so they bleed that boy [?] Locked up at 17 I told my momma Ion wan' be no felon Glock was a bitch but I put that dick out and now that bit' named andy Love all my bitches I told all my bitches I don't want y'all be jealous Baby slaughter beat a nigga ass, nig' me and him hit a nigga ass in my celly Pop out, rec time get em' I ain't get rec time I was just tripping Pop out my cell, catch a nigga and then punch his ass lift em I can't fuck with you like a gypsy Popped at his stomach that boy need a kidney Woah watchin, know his finger get sticky (hmm, mmm, mm) If you take somethin, I'm gon handle my business I got the monkey nuts on the drac, call this bit' Sydney Heaven sent but this demon Glock on me Shoot at a opp, nigga fuck papparazzi Pistol whip opp, hell nah I'm not cocky Me and lil Kilo was outdoor locking, hrtll Nigga we was outdoor hopping, hmm Pop up get shit sparking, I find a Glock in the glove compartment Ain't no fear for my opp, my bit' think its gnarly Bit' got [?], nig' [?] ridin in a rari (Hmm, yeah) Nigga went' NBOE nigga, where the fuck homixide, carti? (Hmm, mm) Catch a opp put em on a highlight reel Hunnid bands in my pocket I'm still gon' steal When I get a Maserati I'ma just paint that bit' teal Ion like pickles we can't make no deal Ion want that old ah Glock, Uncle Phil Me and DK goin threw it, we pop a X pill Shocked that boy, just like electric eel Im really sliding on nig', goin threw real as shit Spending addiction on weed, I gotta habit' we ion really do the shooting, won't stop that naggin If I catch a opp ain no jabbin, hmm These nigga crazy they know I'ma savage Shit on these boys just like laxative, I up the Glock when I have to ion do practice White bitch said she'll set ya whole gang up just for some acid Spin on his block like ballet, Love how this carbine-15 shoot DB' got talent We leave em' dead flies just like maggots We tryna catch the opp, we sticked the fuck up in the cabin She belong to the swoop but sadly, hmm, I call the whoa and i tag em' Hmm, BabyLife on my neck man I tatted Goodfellas on my stomach, yeah bitch I'm [?] Hmm, will take all yo money pussy if you had it (Mmm, broke)