My Unkles

[Intro]
Mm, BD
Frrt, uh, frrt (I think this is some X-Files shit)
Uh, nigga
Mm, uh-uh (Diegx)
Uh, uh, I'm off a fuckin' eighth right now
Off a fuckin' eighth right now, I'm off—

[Chorus]
Man, is it me or am I trippin'? What the fuck dude yappin' 'bout? (The fuck?)
Too rich to go back and forth with you, you can't even rent out of house (So called opps)
Me and my bitch childish as fuck, we twenty-four, we still play house (My BM)
My uncle Fruity and uncle Fatty 'nem'll cut me off if I do a song with a mouse (My uncles)
I can tell he ran out of pape', he constantly postin' throwback Thursdays (He need help)
It's a meeting, get here, stop whatever you doin', this shit here urgent (I'm trim)
I ain't horny, give a fuck about your pussy, bad bitches, BD curvin' 'em (I'm cool)
Snake-ass niggas talkin' 'bout his partner, heard the whole conversation, he ain't know I merged him (Hahaha)

[Verse]
Walked up on a street, smelled Baccarat, smelled Old Spice, I knew an opp near (Eastside)
Why the fuck you got diamonds in your mouth? You don't even brush teeth, smelled your breathe, almost dropped tear (Ugh)
My first walkthrough, happy fifty thousand on me, four pockets swole like Big 'Mir (Can't wait)
Fatt Fox signed first, played the background, waited my turn, smilin' ear to ear
Can't get what I'm puttin' down, they watchin' my lyrics (Frrt)
We in the party stuntin' on opps, switchin' gears (Frrt)
Call it relationship, one bitch, I refused 'em (Frrt)
Hoes from Germany keep tellin' me, "Say music" (Frrt)
Niggas walk in my section with a fake-ass Patek, these niggas pathetic (Get him out)
Security got three seconds, turn him around, I ain't even tryna be messy (Hurry up)
No Diddy, but if I invite you to the pool party, you gotta be naked
We don't condone that baby oil, only liquor, condoms, pills, relay this message (Fuck they thought?)
Mama boy-ass nigga, ain't got a hustle ball on him, name him Bobby Boucher (Mama's boy)
Grown ass nigga too spoiled, he get to thrown' fits if he don't get his way (Lil' bitch)
He ain't got no gangster in the blood, all his uncles some bitches, cry baby to this day (Haha)
I'm fresh as fuck, every time you see me, don't get it confused, you catch four to the face (Head to toe)
My generation don't stand on shit, I stand on morals and principles like back in the day (Like huh?)
I wanna expose some of these rappers, they all be cappin' I'm feelin' like Ye

[Chorus]
Is it me or am I trippin'? What the fuck dude yappin' 'bout? (The fuck?)
Too rich to go back and forth with you, you can't even rent out of house (So called opps)
Me and my bitch childish as fuck, we twenty-four, we still play house (My BM)
My uncle Fruity and uncle Fatty 'nem'll cut me off if I do a song with a mouse (My uncles)
I can tell he ran out of pape', he constantly postin' throwback Thursdays (He need help)
It's a meeting, get here, stop whatever you doin', this shit here urgent (I'm trim)
I ain't horny, give a fuck about your pussy, bad bitches, BD curvin' 'em (I'm cool)
Snake-ass niggas talkin' 'bout his partner, heard the whole conversation, he ain't know I merged him (Hahaha)