Wit Out U Philthy Rich (Ft. Doughboyz Cashout)

[Verse 1 ?]
You be leaving and coming back, like LeBron [?]
I be pissing you off, and I be tryna get you mad
2008, the year your boy was doing bad
You let me hit the road in your car and move the bag
Don't want you to leave me, and see you with no other niggas
You don’t want me [?] no other bitches
Bonnie and Clide, I sware to God [?] fucking with us
You [?] when I met you, I be like what's up with niggas?
Motherfuck them niggas, 'cause they ain’t no boss
You used to fuck with such and such, but I ain't gon' talk
Got a young nigga horney, by the way that you walk
Seperate the girls from women, by the way that you talk
Now look
Every nigga need a real bitch to hold him down
Out in Oakland with Philthy, dawg showed me round
Bitches showing Cali love, throw a pussy at me
Try not to fuck with no hoes, 'cause I know you wouldn't be happy

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Don't give a fuck about no club songs or love songs
Screaming free all my niggas, til my thugs home
Nigga, you just what she want, nigga, I'm what she need
'Cause all that shit she do with you, she can’t do with me
These niggas’ll die over [?]
[?] bitch where I met you
I was in the Masi, with nobody [?]
So your hating ass partners need to mind [?]
All them cars in your bio, none in your garage
The bitch told me everything, how you really in love
I'm in the field with these niggas, known to bust gats
You in the field with some niggas who well known rats
It’s Philthy