[Intro: Snotty]

Yea

Yeah, DIRTWAVE 3, nigga

Fuck y'all thought it was, man? (Futurewave, what's good, nigga?)

It's the biggest (Filthy)

Block, what up? (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Snotty]

Hot summers, cold winters, kept the pole with us (Kept it with us)

Ain't into chasin' waterfalls, I stuck to known rivers

I can hear his bone shivers on the phone with him

I told him slide, he shot a head, take it home with him

TracFones on the Greyhound with some greyhound (Good dog)

Five on eight, 'bout to bleed the streets with the breakdown (Let's get it)

If the price is right, we can play ball, throw some weight 'round

Know my way 'round, ain't my first timе 'round the way, pal (This ain't my first time)

Huh, I ain't new to this, but maybе you are

Take the pistol off of my waist when I make dua

I don't know these boys from a can of paint, I'm like, "Who y'all?"

This bitch'll line you up like a barber, she need a new car (I swear to God)

Let's head to the lot

I'm burnin' reefer, gettin' head in the drop

You ain't used to this, can tell it's a lot (It's a lot)

Heart cold, I know in hell, it get hot

First you hit it with the ice, then it drop

You know I'm nice with the pot, stop

[Verse 2: Big Trip]

Think this game got a hold on me, broke the code on me

Don't go cold on me, never fold on me

Know all my secrets, never told on me

You know life done took its toll on me

I paid the toll and bopped, but kept a scroll on me

Talk 'bout my pops, keep a roll on me

And why the fuck would I box? I got the pole on me

Ice is nice, but I prefer a lot of gold on me

All these records sold and they still ain't sold on me?

Guess I gotta crash the door

We flippin' lyrics, let you hear it, then I grab some more

Shit that I'm writin' must be excitin'

I recite it, now the Cuban weigh a half a 'bow

Reach, I teach

Yo, the trumpet low like Satchmo

Drop a rack, I let a track go

Filled the fridge off verses, my bitch still think she need cash, though

Way too school, pay the lows for what you tax for

Try to give the game a break, I'm too attached, though

What I used to pay for zips, these young niggas catchin' hats for

Fifty blue, sixty red, he in attack mode

We done blew that just on sacks up at Saks, though

Made a grip off scripts, but we don't act, though

This game'll leave you stuck, if you up, better act broke

Nigga tried to flex like Lex and got his back broke, why?

Big Umbrella

[Outro]

It's the Umbrella, bitch

Damn

Damn

Fuckin' drop that shit for, your head ain't supposed to be up there for that pig feet any old damn way