Let It Blow

It's Philth

Mob shit

One blood, what's happenin'?

Look

I say now slide down Mack row in a Bentley, I ain't bullshittin'

Bitch wanted Popeye's, order me a number four, bitch

Dreams of the Forbes list

Maybe one day, I'll see it

Internet thugs trippin', maybe one day I'll see 'em (Pussy)

Glock 27 with the ladder hangin' out

Chopper ate his body up and now his bladder hangin' out

**** talkin' past tense, what they used to have

My city bitch hit the mall before you in the Booster bag

Five thou' Louie bag

I was in the newest Jag

Before you lock in wit' 'em, you need to check his references

It might come back bad, work came back bad

Hit the plug up and told him he need to take this back

Where I'm from, it's Baghdad (Seminary)

Chopper make 'em back back (It will)

Expensive video shot got 65 all up in my backpack (It's blood money)

Caught him in the last trap, shut down my last trap

Out of pocket bitch fagged off with my last trap

We don't know no pussies

We don't fuck with them (We don't know them ****)

We just move in silence, we don't talk on phones (Ain't no talkin', ****)

We don't do no talkin', we just let it blow (Blat, blat)

No, we don't do no talkin', we just let it blow (Blat, blat)

Bitch, you on some broke shit, told that bitch to go

Cream soda with the Fanta how we mix the dope

We don't know no pussies

We don't fuck with them (We don't know them ****)

We don't do no talkin', we just let it blow

Se me, I do the hop out, I be walkin' up

Bitch, if you clutchin', better bust it, bitch you better bust

On that bully, act a foolly with the fuckin' fully

Lookin' smirkish with that fully with a beanie and a hoodie

We no do no pussy, we don't fuck with them

We don't cuff these bitches, we make them bitches go

Dropped thirty on his head 'cause she was talkin' out

For the bitch, he tried to flex, so **** chalked him out

From the bitch, I get the TEC, and I be smashing out

Caught Lil Daddy at the taco truck and gassed him out

Philth said, "You want these forgies? ****, cash me out"

I put these 4G's on your head, my head is cashing out

I drink the dope, I need my dope, or I be flashin' out

My bitch say, "Damn you tripping, you be spazzing out"

Half a milli on the bill, they tried to stick me

Gave my lawyer twenty thousand, told them, "Come and get me"

I'm a real **** and any real **** will tell ya

I got a tall white bitch that look like Iggy Azalea

In the O, they lovin' blow, I'll be remembered a legend

So when I die, I'll be as big as Pac, Biggie, and Elvis

It's funk of die, shit, you know that I'ma die funky

Don't be surprised or even cry, just go and slide for me

Got a 30 shot ladder and this 9 on me

Soft twenty ball around the neck and another 5 on me

Got this ball busted down, I'm tryna shoot some pool

You ain't never supposed to shoot for who I shoot for you

I'll shoot for third world, blood, bang, and goof

In LA, they having big things, big things to prove

My kidneys damn near through just from drinkin' juice

See y'all tryna cop a brick or two, you gotta bring it through

Up in the Bay, ask Trae, **** we the truth

And ever since we lost Jack, I'm tryna see it through

We don't know no pussies

We don't fuck with them (We don't know them ****)

We just move in silence, we don't talk on phones (Ain't no talkin', ****)

We don't do no talkin', we just let it blow (Blat, blat)

No, we don't do no talkin', we just let it blow (Blat, blat)

Bitch, you on some broke shit, told that bitch to go

Cream soda with the Fanta how we mix the dope

We don't know no pussies

We don't fuck with them (We don't know them ****)

We don't do no talkin', we just let it blow

We don't know no pussies, we don't fuck with those

We don't do no woofing on my mother's soul

I been in the trap since I was six years old

Had to stay out the kitchen, Pops was cookin' dope

Say that I'm the fellow suckas lookin' for

Tell them look some more, I'm at the liquor store with yicki on me

They know it's body for body if Mozzy breathin' on 'em

**** got some fiendin', funk season on me

It ain't peaches in my region, gangland geekin'

Lifetime commitment to the clique, Zillas pledge allegiance

Ain't no secret murders climbing, Hell Gang the reason

Broke bitch fuck all the guys, she wanna eat the semen

Jesus my only witness, I've never been a witness

Asking for forgiveness, I swear I be into drillin' ****

Conversating with these bitches, call it pillow snitching

Free my lil' **** doin' life, you couldn't live with killas

Every two months, I switch my phone numbers

We don't really talk on phones, you know what's goin' on

Lash money, third world, yeah we in the zone

Keep it lit for them **** there who ain't comin' home

Every week, I'm back and forth outta town

When we touch in the hood, you know we blowin' out the pound

I let it blow out the window at a sucka ****

Ride off laughing, talkin' 'bout how we dust a ****

Keep it on my hip under my armpit

I really got tactics when it come to this mobbin' shit

Glock 27, yeah that's the pocket rocket

Pop it in a motherfucker's face, they be outta pocket

Yeah, then we back to the mackin' block

45th and Market, better known as Lil AJ's spot

Yeah, and you know it's money over bitches

Bitches either hoeing or they go in stores, slidin' Visas

We don't know no pussies

We don't fuck with them (We don't know them ****)

We just move in silence, we don't talk on phones (Ain't no talkin', ****)

We don't do no talkin', we just let it blow (Blat, blat)

No, we don't do no talkin', we just let it blow (Blat, blat)

Bitch, you on some broke shit, told that bitch to go

Cream soda with the Fanta how we mix the dope

We don't know no pussies

We don't fuck with them (We don't know them ****)

We don't do no talkin', we just let it blow

I got my money up, got these broke **** watching

Took a loss on the work, so I move cautious

All this dope around a **** got me paranoid

If you lookin' for the drugs, hit the Android

I'm in the kitchen whipping butter, getting on my actions

I don't fuck with hella ****, that'll get you smoked

Heard he fuckin' with them suckas, had to cut his rope

Move mean for my ****, gotta give 'em all

Free Tae, he be home in a couple months

Free these ****, already know what's up

You can't hang with my squad, you ain't dope as us

Boosting up the crime rate, fuckin' all these **** up

Put a two in a twenty just to catch my high

Real **** havin' money, better get a job

Hunnid plus on the K, better watch yo mouth

Make the wrong move, send them goons in your house

We don't know no pussies

We don't fuck with them (We don't know them ****)

We just move in silence, we don't talk on phones (Ain't no talkin', ****)

We don't do no talkin', we just let it blow (Blat, blat)

No, we don't do no talkin', we just let it blow (Blat, blat)