10kDunkin - RIP UNKLE PHIL lyrics
[10kDunkin - RIP UNKLE PHIL lyrics]
(JBand$ bitch)
We havin' model bitches that ain't be havin'
We havin' sticks and Glocks
We stuff 'em with hollows
I treat the foreign car like a Tahoe
My pocket's be crusty, they
All blue hundreds, we got those
His jewelry look cheesy
I know them racks not yours
I don't need no help, I just get it on my own
I was down bad
They don't know how that feels
Sink or Swim and I turned to Mike Phelps
The streets cold, I forgot how to feel
Ridin' through Bel-Air, RIP Uncle Phil
I ain't have to switch on
My niggas to get here
I stayed the same when that money get herе
I'm in the Hills so it's hard to get near
I barеly talk on this shit but you hear
I just walk on this bitch when I hear it
Fishscale on my body, nah this ain't Amiri
They used to be sleep, I'm like
"How you ain't hear it?"
I bet you ain't know I ain't have
To walk in with that bag
I bet you ain't know that
Glock come with extended mag
We havin' model bitches that ain't be havin'
We havin' sticks and Glocks
We stuff 'em with hollows
I treat the foreign car like a Tahoe
My pocket's be crusty, they
All blue hundreds, we got those
His jewelry look cheesy
I know them racks not yours
I don't need no help, I just get it on my own
I was down bad
They don't know how that feels
Sink or Swim and I turned to Mike Phelps
The streets cold, I forgot how to feel
Ridin' through Bel-Air, RIP Uncle Phil
I ain't have to switch on
My niggas to get here
I stayed the same when that money get here
(JBand$)
I'm in the Hills so it's hard to get near
I barely talk on this shit but you hear
We havin' model bitches that ain't be havin'
We havin' sticks and Glocks
We stuff 'em with hollows
I treat the foreign car like a Tahoe
My pocket's be crusty, they
All blue hundreds, we got those
His jewelry look cheesy
I know them racks not yours
I don't need no help, I just get it on my own
I was down bad
They don't know how that feels
Sink or Swim and I turned to Mike Phelps
The streets cold, I forgot how to feel
Ridin' through Bel-Air, RIP Uncle Phil
I ain't have to switch on
My niggas to get here
I stayed the same when that money get herе
I'm in the Hills so it's hard to get near
I barеly talk on this shit but you hear
I just walk on this bitch when I hear it
Fishscale on my body, nah this ain't Amiri
They used to be sleep, I'm like
"How you ain't hear it?"
I bet you ain't know I ain't have
To walk in with that bag
I bet you ain't know that
Glock come with extended mag
We havin' model bitches that ain't be havin'
We havin' sticks and Glocks
We stuff 'em with hollows
I treat the foreign car like a Tahoe
My pocket's be crusty, they
All blue hundreds, we got those
His jewelry look cheesy
I know them racks not yours
I don't need no help, I just get it on my own
I was down bad
They don't know how that feels
Sink or Swim and I turned to Mike Phelps
The streets cold, I forgot how to feel
Ridin' through Bel-Air, RIP Uncle Phil
I ain't have to switch on
My niggas to get here
I stayed the same when that money get here
(JBand$)
I'm in the Hills so it's hard to get near
I barely talk on this shit but you hear