Uncle Phil Lyrics – Trippie Redd, Young Thug

Read the complete Uncle Phil Lyrics by Trippie Redd and Young Thug from the album NDA along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Money done geeked on this motherfu*ker)
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
(??)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh
I’m white Uncle Phil (Ooh)
This Rolls Royce charge half a mill’ (The Rolls Royce charging a (??))
I don’t got a deal (Facts)
I’m spinning this s*it in the field (I’m spinning this s*it myself)

Don’t call me Jay-Z, I think that I’m richer than him (You dig, you dig)
Caught up with your b!tch (And what?)
I put that lil’ s*it in some Chrome (You put it on Chrome Hearts?)
Act like I’m in love (Then what?)
I’m putting her name in a song (Swear, you playing)
I’m smoking on strong (Strong)
I can’t even feel my arms (Ha)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m fu*king this ho (Oh)
I’m putting (??) my thumb in (Woo)
I got baguettes on my fingers and I put my finger in her pu*sy (On God)
She having dollar signs, she fu*king my (??), woah
(??) don’t duck no beef, we keeping it low, woah
I live in Miami, gotta keep me some quartеrs for (??)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
(??)
(??)
I’m with your thot, she striking a pose
(??) I nut on hеr nose
Shawty a freak, I nut on her toes
Big dog pockets, overload
B!tch, I’m high, I’m overthrown

Up all night, I don’t got no soul
Yeah, she tripping on me and I’m tripping on her
She dripping like me, then I’m dripping like her
Stupid lil’ ho, you know I can’t cuff
We smoking your homie, then ashing the blunt
Yeah, dog, too many diamonds
You know that we living the finest, yeah
Your b!tch treat me like your heinous
Fu*king the hoes and then we high-fiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
(??)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh
I’m white Uncle Phil (Ooh)
This Rolls Royce charge half a mill’ (The Rolls Royce charging a (??))
I don’t got a deal (Facts)
I’m spinning this s*it in the field (I’m spinning this s*it myself)
Don’t call me Jay-Z, I think that I’m richer than him (You dig, you dig)
Caught up with your b!tch (And what?)
I put that lil’ s*it in some Chrome (You put it on Chrome Hearts?)
Act like I’m in love (Then what?)
I’m putting her name in a song (Swear, you playing)
I’m smoking on strong (Strong)
I can’t even feel my arms (Ha)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
She choking my chicken (Uh)
Lil’ mama, she throwing it back (Woo)
I hit from the back, she say she can’t feel her back (S*it, uh)
The pants too low for her, I’m looking at shawty’ crack (Look at ’em, s*it)
I’m taxing the club (Taxing), like (??) (Where my mud?)
She fu*king that, woah (??)
She giving that (??) (What the fu*k?)
That’s how it feel (What?)
When you fu*king a motherfu*king rat (I don’t know how it feel)
Come fu*k with the king (Pu*sy)
We putting Chanel on your feet (Fu*k with the king)
My s*it in the house (Uh)
We playing this s*it for keeps (Playing for keeps)
When I was in jail (What?)
My young n!ggas was all in the streets
I took down my (??) (Swear)
Then looked at a ho, she start leaking (Damn)
I told my lady (I told her)
I’m coming to her after this weekend ((??) that pu*sy)
(??) down with (??) (Uh)
I’m fu*king with it, I’m fu*king with it
I’m fu*king with it, I’m fu*king with it
I’m dressed like a lawyer, the (??)
Real renegade, I’m (??)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
(??)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh
I’m white Uncle Phil (Ooh)
This Rolls Royce charge half a mill’ (The Rolls Royce charging a (??))
I don’t got a deal (Facts)
I’m spinning this s*it in the field (I’m spinning this s*it myself)
Don’t call me Jay-Z, I think that I’m richer than him (You dig, you dig)
Caught up with your b!tch (And what?)
I put that lil’ s*it in some Chrome (You put it on Chrome Hearts?)
Act like I’m in love (Then what?)
I’m putting her name in a song (Swear, you playing)
I’m smoking on strong (Strong)
I can’t even feel my arms (Ha)