Filthy

Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the... little emotions. In... you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?

Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard

Every **** get checked like Louis V

I heard what the **** wanna do to me (Look, look)

They put money on my head, that ain't new to me

(HL8)

Ayy

(Elevate this mix sounds-)

Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"

Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart

No mask, but I can't let him go past

Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard

Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard

Every **** get checked like Louis V

I heard what the **** wan' do to me

They put money on my head, that ain't new to me

Like why them **** wan' kill me? (Why)

He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die)

Why you think they all feel me? (Why)

I spit the life of a real G (Ahh)

Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy

Interruptin' my killstreak

City Of God, this real G

Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé"

I was with Skatts and the real Zee

Kidnap yutes 'cah the **** tried steal P's

And we turned all the white girls into lil freaks

Don't shoot blanks 'cah we shoot back real sweets

Back my sh- Back my shank in an instant

Concrete Jungle, Animal Instinct

Black blade, like bad news let it sink in

Sinkin', swing my ramz where you're thinkin'

Pimpin', fuck his hoe 'cah he's simpin'

Spin ting, send some shots while they're drinkin'

Impulse, spin that block off a inkling

My reaper senses are tinglin'

We don't care if you're a Kingpin

That's just more of a reason to pitch him

Bang your doors if you're listenin', listenin'

Free my dargs in the system

Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"

Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart

No mask, but I can't let him go past

Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard

Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard

Every **** get checked like Louis V

And I heard what the **** wan' do to me

They put money on my head, that ain't new to me

Like why them **** wan' kill me? (Why)

He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die)

Why you think they all feel me? (Why)

I spit the life of a real G (Ahh)

Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy

Interruptin' my killstreak

City Of God, this real G

Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé"

Red flag, black blade and chrome

Blue lights, fuck a red light, go

That's a opp, jackpot, get hit with gold

It's hot, it burns, and it turns you cold

Brown powder, white and yellowish stones

Get sold for the pink and purple notes

Green light, my man gotta go

Green light, now you're on death row

Ay, neckshot turned man fountain

Chest-chestshot internally drowned him

Choke him, leave that punk where we found him

Out in the open, hopin' the doctor close him

Strapped in a public outing, see him in public

Fuck it, back it, smoke him

Scam, don't need too much to provoke him

Don't G check, he got the G-Lock

Bro been barking, ain't from GBlock

Yevz AG bopped and pressured P-Block

Scratched bro on the hand and claimed a face shot

Please ask your big bro to take his tee off

Peed off, 'cah they keep lyin' with ease

Like, who you tryna deceive?

It can't be hoes, they see us beat shots

And watch us skeet off, and splash up them neeks

Big man on TikTok givin' out burgers

Fish O Filet, ****, please

You ain't even cut one person

But I done fillet a fish when I got down Squeeze

****, please, he was a Waterz fish

But he got fished in the C

****, please (****, please)

Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"

Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart

No mask, but I can't let him go past

Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard

Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard

Every **** get checked like Louis V

And I heard what the **** wan' do to me

They put money on my head, that ain't new to me

Like why them **** wan' kill me? (Why)

He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die)

Why you think they all feel me? (Why)

I spit the life of a real G (Ahh)

Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy

Interruptin' my killstreak

City Of God, this real G

Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé"

Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"

Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart

No mask, but I can't let him go past

Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard

Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard

Every **** get checked like Louis V

And I heard what the **** wan' do to me

They put money on my head, that ain't new to me

(They put money on my head, that ain't new to me)

(They put money on my head, that ain't new to me)