Uncle Elroy

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Xelly] Stuck in the trap so I cannot relax Like I'm in a drought, do a hundred, no max I been in the field, but I don't need the cleats I kick in his house and I creep in his sleep He try run up on me, he must thought I was sleep Put my niggas on him and my niggas gon' eat These niggas change like the season Just spent hundred bands, I ain't have no reason Huh, huh, huh Huh, huh Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, Terk (What's up, man?) Sparkheem (Ayy, Terk, ayy, Terk, gang) [Chorus: Lil Xelly] Nigga fuckin' up the trap, I don't got no manners I got Bape on my shirt and I'm going bananas Thirty round clip I put in my hammer This Dipset, we don't rock no bandana Uh, I see the family watchin' Uncle Elroy, I'm rocking Versace On the stove, cook it up like hibachi I beat the pack like I'm Ted DiBiase I really get money, the feds on my dick Jumped off the porch and I jumped off the strip We got them drugs on the strip Brody got hundred round drum, put this shit to your lip Whole HP in my dip Two Glocks, let 'em bust off the rip Hi-Tech in my cup when I sip I got thirty rounds, put that shit in my clip [Verse 1: Lil Gray] Fuckin' shit up, bitch, let's make this fun Two Glocks in my hand, when you see me, just run Smokin' on PB, I'm seein' in 3D Moonwax on the blunt and in packs of the Runtz Your boyfriend a joke, I get straight to the punch These niggas don't know that you fakin' the funk Bitch, I got asthma, I came with a pump Parking lot pimping, I'm playing the trunk Molly tan came in, its favorite Trump You die in the forest, you hanging with Gumps The way it get imported, we stay up on the front Fall asleep in the pussy, I camp in the cunt Fuck the block, yeah, I'm busy, I'm having a brunch Throw a P in your face like I'm swinging a punch I'm pacing, outrageous, the money I'm chasing Spend bread with the Haitians, then trap out the vacant [Chorus: Lil Xelly] Nigga fuckin' up the trap, I don't got no manners I got Bape on my shirt and I'm going bananas Thirty round clip I put in my hammer This Dipset, we don't rock no bandana Uh, I see the family watchin' Uncle Elroy, I'm rocking Versace On the stove, cook it up like hibachi I beat the pack like I'm Ted DiBiase I really get money, the feds on my dick Jumped off the porch and I jumped off the strip We got them drugs on the strip Brody got hundred round drum, put this shit to your lip Whole HP in my dip Two Glocks, let 'em bust off the rip Hi-Tech in my cup when I sip I got thirty rounds, put that shit in my clip [Verse 2: Lil Xelly] I'm stuck in the trap so I cannot relax Like I'm in a drought, do a hundred, no max I been in the field, but I don't need the cleats I kick in his house and I creep in his sleep He try run up on me, he must thought I was sleep Put my niggas on him and my niggas gon' eat These niggas change like the season Just spent hundred bands, I ain't have no reason Walk in the trap, get to beatin' Still ride with 'zine, boy, I'm fly as a seagull Hundred birds like I play with the Eagles All of these hundreds, I'm breaking 'em even Bro got a hundred, get smoked when he see me I got them drugs and they really illegal G-Star jeans and I mix it with Diors If you try play my money, then pop go the weasel [Chorus: Lil Xelly] Nigga fuckin' up the trap, I don't got no manners I got Bape on my shirt and I'm going bananas Thirty round clip I put in my hammer This Dipset, we don't rock no bandana Uh, I see the family watchin' Uncle Elroy, I'm rocking Versace On the stove, cook it up like hibachi I beat the pack like I'm Ted DiBiase I really get money, the feds on my dick Jumped off the porch and I jumped off the strip We got them drugs on the strip Brody got hundred round drum, put this shit to your lip Whole HP in my dip Two Glocks, let 'em bust off the rip Hi-Tech in my cup when I sip I got thirty rounds, put that shit in my clip [Outro] Ayy, Terk Sparkheem