[Philthy Rich] (Wood on the beat) I miss all them niggas, I miss all them niggas Fuck you, your dead homies, bitch, all them niggas
Ayy, it´s Philthy, nigga Uh-huh, look
[Philthy Rich] Screamin´ fuck 12, Maine took twelve Caught my first case at twelve, but I wouldn´t tell Bitch, I jumped off the porch as a young nigga Used to slide on the opps just for fun, nigga Yeah, I really sold crack in my neighborhood I ain´t proud of it, but a product of my hood Fake niggas gon´ believe fake shit Ain´t a nigga on this earth ever take shit All my niggas locked up, I miss all them niggas Fuck you and your dead homies, bitch, all them niggas I´m a money man, but still´ll get you jacked, boy Sneak dissin´ in them songs´ll get you whacked, boy
[Money Man] I can´t make mistakes because that shit might cost me I just pulled up in that Rover, this shit here costly I need M´s because I gotta feed my offspring I got streams and I got Percs and I got watches I can´t fuck with none of these haters, these niggas toxic I been vacuum sealing loud and stuffing boxes She gon´ bust it for a real one, she gon´ drop it I can´t let my check decrease, I gotta prosper We can´t let these niggas survive, we gotta conquer My BM told me that she only fuck with bosses All I´m thinkin´ in my head is I gotta go harder All these stones around my neck, these bitches hard-earned
[Jackboy] All these stones around my neck, these bitches hard-earned Never been a fold, Lil Jack was taught to stand firm Still totin´ sticks we hit from the licks I got from Melbourne Shots to the chest, tryna give a nigga heartburn Shots to the chest, tryna leave a nigga woozy (Leave him woozy, bitch) Shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign (On a foreign, bitch) They tryna shut us up, ayy (Tryna lose me, bitch) We hoppin´ out, poppin´ out with wooly (With the wooly, bitch)
[TEC]
Got a .223 in a two seat (Booyah) Put a nigga to sleep ´fore they snooze me (´Fore they snooze me) Chopper give ´em wings for that blue cheese (Blue cheese) And a nigga weak on a Tuesday (Bitch, come here) All we know is slide, I created a hockey team (Hockey team) Whenever we collide, open fire, let that chopper sing (Chopper sing) Badda-boom, badda-bing, reality is not a dream He a casualty, I´ll empty your whole salary, give me everything My bitch tryna spin like a ballerina (Ballerina) Street sweeper clean up, bloody the whole scene up (Grrah, bah) Close the witness eyes, they never say they seen us (Nah)
Married to the game, but I got a pre-nup
[GT] Ayy, I´m up at five in the morning and I´m whippin´ yams up (Yeah, whippin´ yams up) Philthy just pulled up (Skrrt), all white Lam´ truck I like my money face the same way, rubber band up (Rubber band up) I don´t fuck with new niggas, that´ll get you jammed up (For real) Spent a dub on my chain, it shine when the lights out (Racks) Ten racks´ll have them killers at your crib right now (Bah, bah-bah) You ain´t really ´bout all that shit you talkin´, pipe down Drunk an eight yesterday, I´m tryna put the pint down (For real)
Made me a play, I´m ´bout to go get fresh as fuck Gucci to my socks and threw on the white buffs (For real) Two hundred racks was the mission, now I´m tryna get a ticket (Ayy) Lot of niggas just be cappin´ to you, but we really get it, nigga
[Jackboy] All these stones around my neck, these bitches hard-earned Never been a fold, Lil Jack was taught to stand firm Still totin´ sticks we hit from the licks I got from Melbourne Shots to the chest, tryna give a nigga heartburn Shots to the chest, tryna leave a nigga woozy (Leave him woozy, bitch)
Shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign (On a foreign, bitch) They tryna shut us up, ayy (Tryna lose me, bitch) We hoppin´ out, poppin´ out with wooly (With the wooly, bitch)
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