Uncle Ricky

It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop God, one, two, three, four, five, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop (yeah, yeah, ayy) My uncle Ricky fuckin' crazy, he fuckin' scary His personality is, well, overbearin' The type of uncle that got high then start over-sharin' Except when it come to my problems, then he over-carin' He's over listenin', he only care about his own problems, his own business My uncle Ricky don't wash his clothes and fold 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 ho Nephew, she got EBT, re-fill and some mo' Nephew, she can get this syrup drank and some dro 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 then my mind got stuck He was high, I was tired, so my mind got fucked He said, "Nephew, ayy, nephew, do this for unc'" It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop (yeah) God, one, two, three, four, five, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop (I hang with uncle Ricky) 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 we pulled up behind, "She good, why she cryin'?" "Bitch be trippin'" Okay, pull up to the place though, where the ATM for fever And played "Got 5 On It," I'm five degrees from a fever It's ninety-five degrees in the car 'cause I broke my heater And I'm nervous he got a gun, hot breath and heavy breathin' So it's humid in the whip, and there's humans in the whip Plus that black bag from earlier, what's it doin' 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 babydaddy 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, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop God, one, two, three, four, five, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop --- Uncle Ricky - !llmind and Guapdad 4000