Unkle Drew

(album: Bartier Bounty - 2019)

June, you're a genius

Uh, lil' bro just woke up, mmh, him gon' load the guns, uh
You don't do no drugs, uh, that shit ain't no fun, ayy
Boy, you ain't my blood, hmm, you ain't from my hood, uh
Boy, you ain't my cause, uh, you do not know Pooh, huh
You do not know Coke, huh, you do not know Scoop, huh
You do not know Lose, huh, you do not know Juice, huh
Boy, when I bump in your bitch, I swear this what I'm gon' do, uh
You so pissed off 'cause you know this shit true

I'm like thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties
I'm like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city
Yes, sir, I be on that tip, Perc' and lean to my kidneys
I don't say it 'cause it's bool, bitch, I say it 'cause it's in me, I say
Thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties
I'm like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city
Yes, sir, I be on that tip, uh, lean to the kidneys
I don't say it 'cause it's bool, I say that shit because it's, ayy, ayy, huh

You don't do no drugs, huh, that shit don't make no sense
Ayy, if I don't do no drugs, then I won't make no sense
Feel like I might break your bitch just 'cause I don't take no shit
Might accept a little lip like only when she sucking dick
Disrespect me, then that's it, I end your life with my new stick
Then I pull up one more 'gain and hit your wife with my new clip
He spin the block like one more time because it's sad, I'm really sick
Plus I feel like you alive so I'ma slide until I'm tired
And I only shot my Draco, four, five sticks sitting on my side
I gotta let everything go 'cause you young niggas done crossed a line
Fool me once, ain't no fool me twice, the first time, you dying
We pull up, we chop houses up, get to knocking down your blinds, huh
If I run into your bitch again, she still gon' get fucked
'Cause she still like my dance moves, she still like my buffs
And she still like how Percocet-10's feel in her butt
I'ma fill this bitch up, should I film it or what?

Stomach on her stomach, uh
Keep that bitch from running, uh
Link up with her cousin, uh
Soon as she was done fucking, hmm
My Backwood is Russian, huh
Choppers give concussions, uh
High like David Ruffin, huh
Without me, show ain't nothing, hmm
Stomach on her stomach, huh
Keep that bitch from running, huh
Link up with her cousin, uh
Soon as we done fucking, huh
My Backwood is Russian, huh
Choppers give concussions, uh
High like David Ruffin, yeah
Ah yeah yeah, ayy

You ain't got no sticks, ayy, I think you's a bitch, ayy
And your bitch off that shit, I feed it to her like I'm Rick James
Chains on, whip two days old, Kunta Kente
The only way I take his main home is if the bitch gay
Told that bitch to fuck her best friend, make 'em switch names
She get sexy on the intersection, make me switch lanes
Perkies helping with my indigestion, ain't no sick days
Fuck a nigga mama through the house, Skuba Ben Rain
Fuck a nigga mama through the house and do the Melvin
I want some hoes gon' fuck themself and me just like I'm Welvin
Control the stage, hope you hear they compare me to Elvis
But I ain't like that nigga 'cause that nigga ain't never sell shit
But your bitch got my name tatted on her pelvis
And that shit a shame 'cause a nigga ain't even smelled it
You mad than a bitch, fuck out your feelings, she can't help it
You know she heard about that motherfucking...

I'm like thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties
I'm like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city
Yes, sir, I be on that tip, Perc' and lean to my kidneys
I don't say it 'cause it's bool, bitch, I say it 'cause it's in me, I say
Thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties
I'm like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city
Yes, sir, I be on that tip, uh, lean to the kidneys
I don't say it 'cause it's bool, I say that shit because it's, ayy, ayy, huh