TUK - Uncle Phil Lyrics

Left wrist froze, right wrist chandelier Slime wipe his nose, it's on for real
Diamonds close, pavét ,crystal clear Pockets fat, no Uncle Phil
Left wrist froze, right wrist chandelier Slime wipe his nose, it's on for real
Diamonds close, pavét, crystal clear Pockets fat, no Uncle Phil

Slime wipe his nose, it's on for real Diamonds close, pavét, crystal clear
Left wrist froze, right wrist chandelier Pockets fat, no Uncle Phil

SRT with a silencer
Put you down when it whisper
Glock 19, red dot laser
Put a switch on that bitch it go BRR! BRR! BRR!

Ayy Look all that gang shit for the masses
A hundred songs on mental health tucked underneath the mattress, ayy
Lay you out just like a mattress
Then roll you up just like a rug tossed in
The trash bin

Hop out onna opp, swear to God I'm bout to squeeze it
Got his brains on my hood, I had to wipe him down with squeegees
F*cked his mama and his sister, got his baby mamas with me
Cut the white like some scissors, swear to God that they be tweakin'

Left wrist froze, right wrist chandelier Slime wipe his nose, it's on for real
Diamonds close, pavét, crystal clear Pockets fat, no Uncle Phil
Left wrist froze, right wrist chandelier Slime wipe his nose, it's on for real
Diamonds close, pavét, crystal clear Pockets fat, no Uncle Phil

T-U-K, why you so ugly