[Chorus]

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

[Verse 1]

These filthy jeans, bro, these not Rick

In NYC, just takin' flicks

Lil' fashion kid, but I tote sticks

Totin' sticks, no, I can't die by six (Yeah, yeah)

Roll a loose leaf, now I'm high as shit (Yeah, yeah)

Filthy jeans on me, I'm fly as shit (Yeah)

Lil' bro said that he fly as me (What?), nobody is (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

[Verse 2]

These filthy jeans that hold my blick (Yeah)

Man, I love them shits

Love my filthy jeans, I love totin' sticks

I love tons of bitches

I love a lot of them shits

I got a lot of these hoes

I ain't gon' lie to you, bruh

Yeah, what the fuck would I be lyin' for?

Pussy bruh, tell me some', what the fuck would I be lyin' for? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I can't die by six, so I started totin' more

Filthy stick on me, no, I can't open up that door (Nah)

[Chorus]

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick

Dirty chops and filthy sticks

These filthy jeans that hold my blick