Uncle Fulo

Lyrics

[Intro] (2wo2imes) Welcome to Clayton County Yeah [Chorus] I flamed his ass and he got three types I'm RSG, livin' that rich slime thug life I only see rats, I don't see right Yeah, that choppa' gon' hit on that beat right Rich slime, I been runnin' all my racks up Got throwaway Glocks, nigga I wish you might act up Pull up on my block you gon' get your ass fanned up I just hit a jugg and I spent it on handguns I just took your bitch, now she livin' that thug life You fuck with the opps, boy your ass on the wrong side I'm on the block, nigga you know I be outside I feel Lucky Luciano with mob ties I feel like Al Capone the way I got mob ties Shooter 15, man you know he a rich slime Teflon Don, man they tryna' give me big time I'm in the trap and I'm totin' that big .9 [Verse] I'm fuckin' your bitch and she fanned up AR-15 now he throwin' his hands up Put money on his head, that boy scared to stand up He stealin' from the mob, we cut that boy hand off Totin' choppers we ain't totin' no sawed-off Pullup in foreign whips, I only made one call I'm rich slime jefe, man you know that my [?] Snatch a nigga chain, that boy tried to show off Got water on me but this shit ain't no Noah's Ark Got snakes around me when I post in Jurrasic Park Crack a seal and I'm pourin' up Wockhardt Rich slime, you know I'm movin' like drug lord Got [?] on my face, that shit ain't no Tom Ford I got a foreign bitch, that hoe need a passport Got 50 bricks that a nigga gon' transport Got jet fuel like I work at a airport [Chorus] I flamed his ass and he got three types I'm RSG, livin' that rich slime thug life I only see rats, I don't see right Yeah, that choppa' gon' hit on that beat right Rich slime, I been runnin' all my racks up Got throwaway Glocks, nigga I wish you might act up Pull up on my block you gon' get your ass fanned up I just hit a jugg and I spent it on handguns I just took your bitch, now she livin' that thug life You fuck with the opps, boy your ass on the wrong side I'm on the block, nigga you know I be outside I feel Lucky Luciano with mob ties I feel like Al Capone the way I got mob ties Shooter 15, man you know he a rich slime Teflon Don, man they tryna' give me big time I'm in the trap and I'm totin' that big .9