Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - Uncle Bun lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - Uncle Bun lyrics]
Huh
Huh
Yeah
Ayy, yeah
I just bought a kilo from my dog in B-Lo
Mixing fentanyl with diesel
That shit they selling clogging needles
Niggas switch
So I don't talk to people (Uh, uh)
Two clips, that's enough shots
For you and your alter ego
(Yeah, uh)
Flight coming in from Puerto Rico
Landing on the east coast
Nigga, and I don't drive cars with keyholes
Y'all niggas just gettin' fresh
And y'all talkin' fashion
I'm a veteran
Dior letterman with the army patches
Turn my every summer run to
A comfortable number one
I become elite
Underground king like I'm Uncle Bun
Another run, nigga
We got rich off the right vision
To get the squares from here to
There was a light mission
I planned it and all I
Had was a flight ticket
When I landed
I took advantage of the price difference
Listen, nigga
I got a hand that could write scriptures
But y'all take the stand and
Land me in tight fences
Fuck a life sentence
Pray God hand me the right riches
And turn this one brick to
A family of white bitches
Uh
These the results you get when you
The reason the culture shift
Don't believe in that vulture shit
Had to feed my associates
I make sure everybody eat, yeah
I think like a socialist
Million dollar empire from a piece
Of a broken brick
Uh
You know these hoes ain't shit
So I cheat and don't commit
I'm rich
I just can't go to sleep with a broken bitch
Loaded fifth
Press a button and the scope focus quick
And the clip longer than the
Script from a motion pic
I sold dope to a fiend
While she pregnant, emotionless
I'm not a case worker
That's not a reason I sold the shit
Who cared I wore hand-me-downs
Too big for my clothes to fit?
Who cried for me when
My relatives stole from me for a hit?
Look, these lames still caught up
'cause my name's still brought up
In top five convo from
Langfield to Gainesville, Florida
I remember vividly
Trappin' with my toes cocked
Bagging up in dope spots
Junkies on the floor
These niggas ain't real as me
And it ain't a close shot
I don't fuck with no opps
Buryin' 'em all
Million dollar tendencies
All I do is show stop
Tractor trailer coke drops
I done seen it all
I'm ballin' 'til infinity
Catch me at the boat dock
We ain't boarding no yachts
Just unloading raw, uh
I remember vividly
Ah
Huh
Yeah
Ayy, yeah
I just bought a kilo from my dog in B-Lo
Mixing fentanyl with diesel
That shit they selling clogging needles
Niggas switch
So I don't talk to people (Uh, uh)
Two clips, that's enough shots
For you and your alter ego
(Yeah, uh)
Flight coming in from Puerto Rico
Landing on the east coast
Nigga, and I don't drive cars with keyholes
Y'all niggas just gettin' fresh
And y'all talkin' fashion
I'm a veteran
Dior letterman with the army patches
Turn my every summer run to
A comfortable number one
I become elite
Underground king like I'm Uncle Bun
Another run, nigga
We got rich off the right vision
To get the squares from here to
There was a light mission
I planned it and all I
Had was a flight ticket
When I landed
I took advantage of the price difference
Listen, nigga
I got a hand that could write scriptures
But y'all take the stand and
Land me in tight fences
Fuck a life sentence
Pray God hand me the right riches
And turn this one brick to
A family of white bitches
Uh
These the results you get when you
The reason the culture shift
Don't believe in that vulture shit
Had to feed my associates
I make sure everybody eat, yeah
I think like a socialist
Million dollar empire from a piece
Of a broken brick
Uh
You know these hoes ain't shit
So I cheat and don't commit
I'm rich
I just can't go to sleep with a broken bitch
Loaded fifth
Press a button and the scope focus quick
And the clip longer than the
Script from a motion pic
I sold dope to a fiend
While she pregnant, emotionless
I'm not a case worker
That's not a reason I sold the shit
Who cared I wore hand-me-downs
Too big for my clothes to fit?
Who cried for me when
My relatives stole from me for a hit?
Look, these lames still caught up
'cause my name's still brought up
In top five convo from
Langfield to Gainesville, Florida
I remember vividly
Trappin' with my toes cocked
Bagging up in dope spots
Junkies on the floor
These niggas ain't real as me
And it ain't a close shot
I don't fuck with no opps
Buryin' 'em all
Million dollar tendencies
All I do is show stop
Tractor trailer coke drops
I done seen it all
I'm ballin' 'til infinity
Catch me at the boat dock
We ain't boarding no yachts
Just unloading raw, uh
I remember vividly
Ah