🎵 Uncle Elroy // by Damjonboi

4 Contributors Uncle Elroy Lyrics [Intro: Damjonboi] Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? Ayy, Quon It's on right now, nigga You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? My baby J Prince on your bitch, nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ayy, Plug Woo, ayy [Verse 1: Damjonboi] I ran with the real ones, I know niggas bluffin' Bitch got me fucked up, I got rolled in these Hussons She loved Game 7 so I know that we fuckin' Few niggas turned they back on me so it's fuck 'em I love your bitch 'cause we got a bond Hit the lab, pour some juice with my nigga Quon Lil' bitch keep asking what's in my cup This ain't no Patrón, this a Hi-Tech slush We was fucked up until them blues came Me and Quon did the Burberry on Tuesday She gon' suck me then leave, I don't do dates Got me a four and got that bitch some D'usse Niggas run they mouth, but we ain't runnin' from shit All I gotta do is text her, she gon' run to this dick Niggas never liked my hood, scared to come in this bitch Big ass .40 with the drum on that bitch [Verse 2: Kasher Quon] Fuckin' with a bitch that take no drugs Bougie lil' bitch, barely smoke crud Bag super petty, you can't show love Only bag up tens 'cause you don't know dubs Hang with a bunch of pussies, you don't know thugs Boy say he know me but I don't know cuz Can't be out here tryna rap with no buzz You a petty ass nigga and a whole scrub Buffs all white, nigga, hold tub Blue face hundreds, nigga, no dubs You a broke ass nigga with no grind, boy Don't want the beat if it ain't Meech, Prince, or Jonboi He got his eyes on my glasses, I was on boy AR with a scope, finna find boy Think I'm sweet, must've really lost your mind, boy Think he tough off that Perc' but I don't mind boy [Verse 3: Damjonboi & Kasher Quon] On my way back with ten in that envoy Ghetto nigga in the 'burbs, Uncle Elroy Get that shit from every angle, used to sell boy Used to hate working at temp service in 'Troit Them Percocets fuckin' with my mind Try to run off, these .223's fuckin' with your spine Got your bitch rollin' Backwoods, pouring lines Got my bitch rolling dark stouts, pouring mines Feds hit the spot, this the second time Caught with another strap, this the second iron Push a nigga shit back for disrespecting mine I ain't scared to catch a body, it's the second time