[Verse 1: YN Jay]
We ain't really got no beef, you my fake opp
Young nigga died from a fake shot
I was [?] by the Lamb top, I want a Wraith now
Spent so much pape, can't trust my bank, I need a safe now
Oh, he think it's smooth, he think it's cool, he think it's safe now
Remember when I used to call them hoes, I'm calling banks now
If you [?] bread, I want my pape now
I'm a superhero in my hood, I need a cape now
[?] nigga, throw them hands
Why they don't do that now more?
Everybody wanna scam, why them boys don't trap no more?
Drinking Wok, I'm mad as hell, like why they don't make Ac no more?
I walked off when I got [?] but I'm coming back for more
[?] this a jacket [?]
Put it up, stack some more
Bro pulled up, [?], shooting drac from down the street
Only take a week to get you smoked, you like a pound of weed
Somebody sold your ass some boo boo weed, you bought a pound of [?]
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Look
Spent 40 with that nigga Gary last week
All my opposition dead from my past beef
Maybach truck cost 200 K, broke niggas stack a thou a day for 200 days
All my bitches thick, I don't like no skinny hoes
No, that bitch ain't come with me, that's probably Skinny ho
Chain cost a hundred, Roley cost a hundred
[?] in my [?], that's another hundred
Still got the Bentley, still got the Roles
Million dollars up in cars, but nowhere to go
Still the richest niggga from my side of town
I can get your big homie big homie knocked down
Niggas on the net, playing police games
Same nigga wrote a staitment, when the police came
To keep it real, I've been being humble
My bitch trap like it's two of her, I be seeing double
It's Philthy
We ain't really got no beef, you my fake opp
Young nigga died from a fake shot
I was [?] by the Lamb top, I want a Wraith now
Spent so much pape, can't trust my bank, I need a safe now
Oh, he think it's smooth, he think it's cool, he think it's safe now
Remember when I used to call them hoes, I'm calling banks now
If you [?] bread, I want my pape now
I'm a superhero in my hood, I need a cape now
[?] nigga, throw them hands
Why they don't do that now more?
Everybody wanna scam, why them boys don't trap no more?
Drinking Wok, I'm mad as hell, like why they don't make Ac no more?
I walked off when I got [?] but I'm coming back for more
[?] this a jacket [?]
Put it up, stack some more
Bro pulled up, [?], shooting drac from down the street
Only take a week to get you smoked, you like a pound of weed
Somebody sold your ass some boo boo weed, you bought a pound of [?]
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Look
Spent 40 with that nigga Gary last week
All my opposition dead from my past beef
Maybach truck cost 200 K, broke niggas stack a thou a day for 200 days
All my bitches thick, I don't like no skinny hoes
No, that bitch ain't come with me, that's probably Skinny ho
Chain cost a hundred, Roley cost a hundred
[?] in my [?], that's another hundred
Still got the Bentley, still got the Roles
Million dollars up in cars, but nowhere to go
Still the richest niggga from my side of town
I can get your big homie big homie knocked down
Niggas on the net, playing police games
Same nigga wrote a staitment, when the police came
To keep it real, I've been being humble
My bitch trap like it's two of her, I be seeing double
It's Philthy
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