Uncle Drew

You taking trips to Dubai Just for some bitches in hotels When I take trips to Dubai I'm bringing bricks in the coat tail Rolex Shinning Dick at her throat level Guns Tonnes My dawgs they got more metal Feinds paying twice I know they mad forgetful Smoking green selling rice Plant a whole settlement We'll still be shooting dice Taking money's evident And taking opps life Ain't leaving any evidence I shrink wrapped 10 Ps Word is only 8 made it Middle man got a shordie Might get that bitch raped Air head 45th Mask on Duct tape But all she wanna do is sniff some coke and then go suck face Ugly I like me a bitch who try to stack cake Dumped the whore from 905 I heard she running battris I don't like no fake energy The fuck from round me If you anything but wit us Like a dog I'll hunt you down seen Count it up All the drugs there it's for everyone Chillin in the trap I got another pack For when they done Mollis in my crib Ain't tripping on no molly trust My homie got addicted Ate up all the Molly dust Ate up all the cauliflower C.Rowe never fallen out Wet him up like body showers Bullets keep 'em falling down My youngin air the shotty out Lucky we got extra rounds In my 20s Still running from 12 Wit some extra pounds Shordie giving top in the whip When the pedal down I said my prayers as a kid But I'm wit the devil now Jus picked up the pack from Finch 427 headed south Murder on my mind These voices telling me to settle down Glock 9 Louis belt Grillz shine Qs help Boy get outta line Fuck around Catch two shells Loose lips Cooch melt New kicks Blue felt Crodie caught a head tap I seen the blood ooze out Ruler on the tooly Shooting guns like actions movie Pumping Iron Like I'm Arnold I'm in all Dior and Gucci Had to hustle wit wolves Hit the plug wit all the yutes I was good wit any money We was moving like some jews Told Splash bun dat And da man made the news One week later we was making track in the stu Killers all around me They don't know what else to do Ever since we started rapping We got nothing else to lose Ever since we started trapping We got nothing else to do Went from dimes to a brick Just to up the revenue Had to get the moula first It's been long overdue Don't keep no money in my purse I keep a 22 And that bitch she love to burst Got that shit from uncle Drew And she love vanilla Like she eating Dunkaroos Balmain Gold chain Selling crack on Rue OT Whole gang Squad up when we move Running through the city Out here wit all of my Woos Selling dope for junior chickens And a brand new pair of shoes Ain't fucking wit no bitch unless the bitches come in twos Only sick he ever been is when he eating soup I'm crunk now Lil John Mobbed up Sicilian Famous in my hood so all I care about is millions Bosed up Minions Metro Dominion Own the whole strip I'm a fucking politician Out here on condition 22 Division Picked me up for tryna bring some food to my pavilion Moving like a villain That's just your opinion I was selling crack and giving back to good civilians