Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uncle Bun, artist - Benny the Butcher. Date of issue: 10.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Uncle Bun |
| 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) |