Uncle Ricky
It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what (yeah, yeah, ayy)
My uncle Ricky fuckin' plays, he fuckin' scary
His personality is, well, overbearing
The type of uncle that got high then start over-sharin'
And said when it come to my problems, then he over-caring
He's over listening
He only care about his own problems, his own business
My uncle Ricky don't wash his clothes and fuck bitches
I don't wanna open the door for this nigga
But this nigga know I'm here for him, lights on in the kitchen, ayy
Nephew, take me down the street, so I can meet this hoe
Nephew, she got EBT and some more
Nephew, she can get this syrup drank and some drugs
Nephew, put this in the back of your trunk and go
Drivin' with the devil, it's like time got slow
He promised me a bag and my mind got stuck
He was high, I was tired, so my mind got froze
He said, "Nephew? Hey, nephew? Do this for unc"
It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
He gon' bend this corner real quick
Nephew, we slidin', where we goin
We gon' pick this lil' bitch up, that owe me five, "Five dollars?"
"Five hundred, and a nigga like me need all that chicken"
So he pulled up behind, she good, why she cryin'? Bitch be trippin'
Okay, pull up to the place though, where the ATM
And played Got 5 On It, I'm five degrees from a fever
It's 95 degree in the car 'cause I broke my heater
And I'm nervous he got a gun, hot breath and heavy breathing
So it's humid in the whip, and there's humans in the whip
Plus that black bag from earlier, what's it doing in the whip?
Back to the heat, and then turns certain things into steam
I got aromas of ammonia, what the fuck do that mean?
He said, "Nephew, you want this TEC-9? You gotta get it fixed"
Nephew, I been sellin' cream and doin' hella shit
Nephew, the bitch from the store, her baby-daddy want some fun
Go get that gun, face him, show him you ain't no punk
It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
All four, four, one, word to your mother
All four, four, one, word to your mother
All four, four, one, word to your mother
God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what (yeah, yeah, ayy)
My uncle Ricky fuckin' plays, he fuckin' scary
His personality is, well, overbearing
The type of uncle that got high then start over-sharin'
And said when it come to my problems, then he over-caring
He's over listening
He only care about his own problems, his own business
My uncle Ricky don't wash his clothes and fuck bitches
I don't wanna open the door for this nigga
But this nigga know I'm here for him, lights on in the kitchen, ayy
Nephew, take me down the street, so I can meet this hoe
Nephew, she got EBT and some more
Nephew, she can get this syrup drank and some drugs
Nephew, put this in the back of your trunk and go
Drivin' with the devil, it's like time got slow
He promised me a bag and my mind got stuck
He was high, I was tired, so my mind got froze
He said, "Nephew? Hey, nephew? Do this for unc"
It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
He gon' bend this corner real quick
Nephew, we slidin', where we goin
We gon' pick this lil' bitch up, that owe me five, "Five dollars?"
"Five hundred, and a nigga like me need all that chicken"
So he pulled up behind, she good, why she cryin'? Bitch be trippin'
Okay, pull up to the place though, where the ATM
And played Got 5 On It, I'm five degrees from a fever
It's 95 degree in the car 'cause I broke my heater
And I'm nervous he got a gun, hot breath and heavy breathing
So it's humid in the whip, and there's humans in the whip
Plus that black bag from earlier, what's it doing in the whip?
Back to the heat, and then turns certain things into steam
I got aromas of ammonia, what the fuck do that mean?
He said, "Nephew, you want this TEC-9? You gotta get it fixed"
Nephew, I been sellin' cream and doin' hella shit
Nephew, the bitch from the store, her baby-daddy want some fun
Go get that gun, face him, show him you ain't no punk
It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what
All four, four, one, word to your mother
All four, four, one, word to your mother
All four, four, one, word to your mother
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Writer(s): Mario Dragoi, Ramon Ibanga, Akeem Hayes
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