Yo yo, what the fuck

Filthy Jazz

[Verse 1]

Too many hoes in the game

I'm the host of the game

Shove dope entertain

Time froze when I came

From the low down, that ghost town

Fucking with the profound

Filthy nigga, the low clown

Sipping slow down in the smoke lounge

I got a skinny body, hairy knotty, shit on everybody

Because I'm godly, rude like Gotti, fuck Illuminati

On posers, rappers, haters too

I'm dropping ?choosing? bodies

At loser parties I got brusian hotties screwing jollies

Y'all lame niggas don't know who to copy

I got the crew beside me, six4 crew

The mob in pursuit of pot, and lewd a lot

And bitches who don't mind a newer cock

We switch the ruder bop

And roll the window down, moon a cop

If we're the same then my music rocks

If you like smoking herbs, stroking curves

Then hear my spoken words

Don't give a fuck about none unless it's fun

And I'm blessed with extra cum so pretty girl let's run...

Let's run away

[Verse 2]

Switching galaxies

All my brothers in the mall

??? on the wall, in the stall

I'm so fucking young and stubborn

And my vision changing colors

With your girlfriend at her house

In my pocket are some rubbhers

Lalala

Filthy fuckin' Jazz