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[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Chorus: 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) [Verse 3: 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 [Verse 4: 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 [Chorus: 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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