Old enough to be yo' unc

See you lil' young punks think a **** washed up

Better think again

Two KelTecs and a F&N

Not yo' pops, I'm a opp, I'm a O.Y.N.

I'm not the baby daddy, I'm the motherfucker

I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker

Teach you how to shoot the strap and flip a pack and make it double

Fight and scratch, you catch a hat, get yo' getback and don't say nothin'

Might fuck on yo' mother but all the YNs call me big brother

30 still totin' on 30s, give young **** buckets

Like Carmelo when he played for Nuggets

Don't need no Pooh Shiesty, I pull up and shoot it in public

Fuckin' on a grown ho my age

Said she got a son in the ninth grade

He always in trouble

School nights outside past 1

Last week in his room found a gun

She was crying in puddles

Found some drugs and some money by the couch

She was 'bout to call the cops, she was 'bout to kick him out

Told her take a chill pill, I'll help the **** out

I ain't tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother

I ain't got no problem tryna help him

If he press me like Jody, I'ma whoop him like Melvin

I ain't nothin' like yo' pops, better watch yo' fuckin' mouth

You old enough to be a opp, and I'll kill 'em

Not a stepdad, I'm a old-school stepper

Show you how to put a Glock switch on a weapon

Show you how to fuck a bitch, you don't gotta press her

Rerock a brick, take a nine out, stretch it

Old enough to be yo' unc

See you lil' young punks think a **** washed up

Better think again

Two KelTecs and a F&N

Not yo' pops, I'm a opp, I'm a O.Y.N.

I'm not the baby daddy, I'm the motherfucker

I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker

Last night I was smashing her buns

Had to tell his mom that I'm cool with her son

And we got the kind of bond that the judge need to go give Durk

If I'm fuckin' on his mom, how this shit gon' work?

Last week, you found a gun in his room

He was walking to the house and he ran across the opps

His mom was at work, the opps spinned the block, fifty shots

And your son had to run 'cause he almost got murked

He'll be a damn fool if he walked back to school with no tool

If they put him on the news, it's gon' hurt

They be tryna get him for his work

Almost grazed by a bullet, but it went through his shirt

The kind of shit you can't tell your mom about

That's the kind of shit that get you put up out yo' momma house

Matter fact, give him back all the packs and the straps

Or the plug gonna come and shoot up momma house

It's apparent that you tryna be a parent

It take a man to raise a man, it's hard as a single mother

Old-school fool with the tool

I'm the unc with the pump

O.Y.N., call me big brother

How?

By standin' my ground and havin' my homies watchin' my back

Word

So don't let nobody mess with your set

Told her take a chill pill, I'll help the **** out

I ain't tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother

I ain't got no problem tryna help him

Told her take a chill pill, I'll help the **** out

I ain't tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother

I ain't got no problem tryna help him

If he press me like Jody, I'ma whoop him like Melvin

Old enough to be yo' unc

See you lil' young punks think a **** washed up

Better think again

Two KelTecs and a F&N

Not yo' pops, I'm a opp, I'm a O.Y.N.

I'm not the baby daddy, I'm the motherfucker

I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker