Released on October 30, 2015

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[Intro: Lil Aj]

We keep them drummies on that dumb shit


[Verse 1: Lil Aj]

We keep them drummies on that dumb shit

My niggas sippin bo and snortin just for fun bitch

Yeah, me, I play the background

Any nigga run up, I swear he get the mac round

I never back down, ask them sucka niggas

Every time I slid threw, bare face busting nigga

Rest in peace [?], imma keep it lit

I swear me alone, I done did about ten skits

I fuck wit big [?], he gone go for me

When I was like 8 months, he had a little snow bunny

I fuck with RU, when I was down he shot me some clams

Brother like a mother fucker

Touch him imma fucking bust ya

I ain't sneak dissing I'm just rapping nigga

Feel the froggish leap

If you do, I be taxing niggas


[Verse 2: Joe blow]

Ay, pimping like I'm


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man, when I'm at the show tonight

4 bunnies with me, I'm predicting that it snow tonight

Youngsters they don't value life

Putting cash over Christ

Last lash I had I used the mask from the poltergeist

Through a four up in my sprite

Before I hopped up on the flight, non stop to N.Y

Just to re-up on some ice

Custom artist record piece form [?] only cost a dime

Every time you think about the mob I better cross your mind

I'm paper chasing every day it run across my mind

Better protect your ice with your life, its what it cost to shine

A young bridge burner, all I do is cross the line

Black clicker, pocket 95, shit I ain't hard to find


[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]

50,000 on the One Mob piece

Just copped a Wraith Only drive 2 times of the week

These red bottoms on my feet 2,000 at least

And I'm still good on every block on my street

I'm still sliding for the beef suckers want me to sees

But behind closed doors he really wanted deceased

Rat fax putting these sucker niggas on mac blast

Free Mac Blast, and R.I.P the wheezy f. Mac and can't forget Chad

If he ain't outside when we slide then we gone double back

And thats a blocked Calls on my line cause I can't call him back

D.A. turned to wars Jay Bay

Funk or die to death haller free Jay Bay

Yeah it's philthy nigga


[Verse 4: Mozzy]

All we know is crime

All my family doing time

My shooter follow though with every murder, that's a sign

If homie bail out and skip town, then that's a sign

The paper work the surface, just give it a little time

Phone call declined I don't conversate with rodents

Hell gang life forever. Killers cause commotion

Consider we be tripping if you intend to approach us

Pull up at your momma's residents like Jehovah

And he still a smoker, I can't even blame him cause I'm in the same boat, searching for a savior

Twist his body parts like yoga with S Kada

My associates is gangsters, favor for a favor


[Verse 5: Lil Blood]

Favor for a favor my nigga come take a ride for me

Hold up, don't jump in this car if you won't die for me

Never testify on me, look me in the eyes homie, I can see you pussy get the fuck up out my ride homie

Couple niggas plotting on me, talking bout sliding on me

Try me, think I'm pussy? Pussy boy I keep the fire on me

Know some niggas rocking for me

3rd world rocking for me

Taliban Rocking for me

Lash money rocking for me

Own fam switching on me, them niggas fake ass fuck

Them niggas on some dick riding shit, Get off that niggas nuts

I don't need a nigga for shit I bust my own guns

Keep running around like you sick, going to give your dome bust


[outro: Lil Blood]

My granny used to tell me, "Nigga you live by the sword, you gone die by the sword." Nigga, you need to stop ripping and running these streets. These niggas don't like you. These niggas ain't your friends. They pretend to be, but they really ain't