[Philthy Rich & ALLBLACK] Yeah, it´s Philthy, nigga Uh-huh I go by the name of ALLBLACK, all caps, one word Thank you
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[Philthy Rich] Hottest niggas from the East, ALLBLACK and Philth´ (Swear to God) Asian plug on the Tech, tryna crack a seal (Syrup) Free Jakori Smith, original STI (Ayy, free my nigga) Five-nine on my neck, call me 25 (Bust down) Rest in peace Jimmy Wopo, gotta keep the wop, though (You know I do) Hundred bitches in the stable like I run the brothel (A hundred of ´em) Exclusive game in Atlanta for this custom drip (Designer) Angola facin´ life, free my brother Dip (It´s Philthy)
Tell Dream Doll I had a wet dream about her (Ayy, tell that bitch) No pistols in my pics but never seen without it (I keep it on me) Ain´t a nigga in the Bay, whole team icy (Uh-uh) Man, them niggas in the way, it really seem like it (Suckers) Ask your bitch where I´m from, I bet she tell you nigga (Seminary) I left this dick on her tongue, oh she ain´t tell you, nigga? (Oh she ain´t tell?) They always want to hold you to a higher standard (Is that right?) And if you make it where I´m from, them niggas can´t stand you (Philth´) My ex-bitch watchin´ all my IG snaps (Bitch) I called her from a blocked number and told her, "Relax" (Hello?)
When I shout niggas out, they bring it up in court (Is that right?) Point guard on my team, I bring it up the court (Funk Or Die) I took a pay cut so I could win later (Double back) Niggas showin´ fake love because they real haters (Pussy) Niggas think it´s rap beef until they get whacked (Ayy, do that) Let you niggas kill yourself off and sit back
[ALLBLACK] Put your motherfuckin´ hands down ´Fore I get mad and start ping-pong slappin´ you around Talkin´ all this big cash, yet scrapin´ up nickels
When all you got left is change in a jar that hold pickels Molly and a whole fifth of that dog, upgraded my mental Strap on his face like a teenager with thirty pimples Smash, I got that Glock in the rental Freeway skit on A-80, had to exit on Whipple Runnin´ for miles, call me Forrest, but I´m not crippled It´s a moon roof in that Range, they keep turnin´ up Big dice game on Twado carpet, watch me clean it up Four ounce of that tan in that duffle, that´s twelve thousand bucks Lost it all on the dice, I walked home that night Finna rob the hood truck, I ain´t finna think twice
Eighty round spit out this fully, disconnect your life And I´ll still knock your bitch with no ice Ain´t even run a whole lap and they already spooked Thought I was done, I came out speakin´ pure facts off the tooth Talkin´ guns but won´t ever shoot I bet a dub, you hit Foothill, we gon´ flip a coupe Everybody say I changed and switched lanes, just for show I did I can´t hang around no lames simpin´ to a bitch Fuck Instagram, pull up on me, we can get it in Keep runnin´ from me, I´ma pull up at your mama´s crib
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