"Uncle Elroy" lyrics
(feat. RichMula500)
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ayy, and we shoot at top skulls, don't do no decoy
I can't bring no bitch, she probably give up where I'm livin' at
Lul Jody should've ran, y'all left that boy havin' a heart attack
If you wanna bang the Eastside, niggas know what come with that
Feel like Mula, bitch, I need five hundred if you comin' back
Strict-strictly East, I ain't got no love, that's where my heart is at
Niggas keep on blowin' up they brother, ain't no comin' back
AGM, niggas say it's smoke, they gon' die like that
Stunna saved you lil' boys, ain't nothin' slide 'bout that
Youngest nigga in my age bracket, I could up some racks
Every time she listen to the king, she gon' throw it back
I don't wanna see that ass clap, can you make it stack? On 'Rus
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Cuddlin' and kissin' on her's how you broke the bitch, nigga (Simp nigga)
Actin' hella extra hardbody, but you snitched, nigga (Rrah)
On your bumper, beatin' up your lo', that's how we slip niggas
Mrs. Up the Score, I drop the lo' and they gon' strip niggas
Exotic cars I'm hoppin' out, you know I got that guap on me
Pussy drippin' off the bone, he like, "Bae, put that WAP on me"
Do it with some extra spits, lil' daddy put that slop on me
When he droppin' off that bag the only time he get the drop on me
And I'm the flyest bitch that ever stepped without a set (You hear me, though?)
I'm tuggin' on his chain and he facedown in my cat (Girly)
Bitches think they up, they only flexin' like five racks (Broke bitch)
I took the trick wallet and his credit cards got maxed (Maxed out)
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
It's the 'Rus, we with all that
Your old ass hella nice, talkin' 'bout fall back
Throwin' potshots on my block, get your dog back
Press decline 'bout no bag, I won't call back
It's the 'Rus, turn it up, I say ayy, bitch
Go and hit that road, just love to fuck, that ain't my bitch
She just got the slut, she a slut, take a Carti' off a trick
Tell the bitch add me up, we been steppin'
Lil' boy talkin' hard, he don't even got a weapon
.223 hit his neck, he still alive, he got blessings
It's a fully on this gleek, you posted with that lil' weapon
We gon' tear that nigga off 'cause he was doin' all that flexin'
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Bitch, we live what we rappin', a lot of niggas be cappin'
Poppin' out like, "What's brackin'?" We gon' see if he active
Love this two-tone chop, love to really do damage
And gang be airin' shit out, we leavin' nobody standin'
S550 4MATIC, she want a G-Wagen
I just broke a bitch for 30K and bought her Steve Madden
Little league niggas in the way, I had to speed past 'em
Baguettes cost a fifty on my neck, they knowin' we havin'
Bricks in, we keep askin', know them niggas keep taxin'
Whole squad, we keep passin', 500, we keep blastin'
Bouncin' out that G-Wagen, chase him down, man, let him have it
Chase him down and let him have it (Bah, bah, bah)
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ayy, and we shoot at top skulls, don't do no decoy
I can't bring no bitch, she probably give up where I'm livin' at
Lul Jody should've ran, y'all left that boy havin' a heart attack
If you wanna bang the Eastside, niggas know what come with that
Feel like Mula, bitch, I need five hundred if you comin' back
Strict-strictly East, I ain't got no love, that's where my heart is at
Niggas keep on blowin' up they brother, ain't no comin' back
AGM, niggas say it's smoke, they gon' die like that
Stunna saved you lil' boys, ain't nothin' slide 'bout that
Youngest nigga in my age bracket, I could up some racks
Every time she listen to the king, she gon' throw it back
I don't wanna see that ass clap, can you make it stack? On 'Rus
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Cuddlin' and kissin' on her's how you broke the bitch, nigga (Simp nigga)
Actin' hella extra hardbody, but you snitched, nigga (Rrah)
On your bumper, beatin' up your lo', that's how we slip niggas
Mrs. Up the Score, I drop the lo' and they gon' strip niggas
Exotic cars I'm hoppin' out, you know I got that guap on me
Pussy drippin' off the bone, he like, "Bae, put that WAP on me"
Do it with some extra spits, lil' daddy put that slop on me
When he droppin' off that bag the only time he get the drop on me
And I'm the flyest bitch that ever stepped without a set (You hear me, though?)
I'm tuggin' on his chain and he facedown in my cat (Girly)
Bitches think they up, they only flexin' like five racks (Broke bitch)
I took the trick wallet and his credit cards got maxed (Maxed out)
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
It's the 'Rus, we with all that
Your old ass hella nice, talkin' 'bout fall back
Throwin' potshots on my block, get your dog back
Press decline 'bout no bag, I won't call back
It's the 'Rus, turn it up, I say ayy, bitch
Go and hit that road, just love to fuck, that ain't my bitch
She just got the slut, she a slut, take a Carti' off a trick
Tell the bitch add me up, we been steppin'
Lil' boy talkin' hard, he don't even got a weapon
.223 hit his neck, he still alive, he got blessings
It's a fully on this gleek, you posted with that lil' weapon
We gon' tear that nigga off 'cause he was doin' all that flexin'
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Ooh, he smellin' fishy, I'ma fry that boy
Pass the yeek to Suspect, he gon' make some noise
I could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
And I'm all up in her kitchen, Uncle Elroy
Bitch, we live what we rappin', a lot of niggas be cappin'
Poppin' out like, "What's brackin'?" We gon' see if he active
Love this two-tone chop, love to really do damage
And gang be airin' shit out, we leavin' nobody standin'
S550 4MATIC, she want a G-Wagen
I just broke a bitch for 30K and bought her Steve Madden
Little league niggas in the way, I had to speed past 'em
Baguettes cost a fifty on my neck, they knowin' we havin'
Bricks in, we keep askin', know them niggas keep taxin'
Whole squad, we keep passin', 500, we keep blastin'
Bouncin' out that G-Wagen, chase him down, man, let him have it
Chase him down and let him have it (Bah, bah, bah)
