Tre2 - Filthy

Sipping than is syrup y'all sweeter than maple
Hanger in tv to watch all the cable
I'm huncho to you and i'm not talking quavo
Niggas be plotting, they sheisty so lay low
Bad scammer bitch and she do what i say so
Shoot ya like klay, and y'all softer than playto
Hunnid round drum, call up jimmy with draco
This is not fake, i don't make up no fables
Im a get rich, i don't need a label
Look at the racks laying out on the table
I hit the gas take a trip to uranus
Rather be rich, don't care bout no famous
Serving that white, pale ass hell
Look like sheamus
My life ain't in danger
Strapped up with the rangers
Appear in the dark real chris
I'm a angel
Talking to demons to let out my anger
Slime meets world
Red bit name topanga
These diamonds be fitted the size of my finger
I got me a bag, i just bogught out the market
12 hit the curb
Do the dash
I don't park it
Drip off my body
Reside in a fosset
I'm counting these bills
Got more than the cosby's
Fendi bag sitting for me in the lobby
Yo bitch say she luv me
I tell her ass probably
You fw the gang and i'm catching a body
This shit is real deal and i'm feeling griffin
Astronaut status like future i'm itchin
Got a bitch in the kitchen, she whipping a chicken
I'm tryna get rich got damnnn
Filthy, filthy, filthy

Written by:
Cj Hunt

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