(I'm workin' on dyin')
Three point, yeah, I score it, I hope you record it
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
In Philly like I'm F1lthy
I don't think you feel me (Uh)
Louis V, I'm limping
Plus they tryna kill me
Gotta watch out when I'm out, they tryna get me
Kush pack on me
Why you looking at me?
Leany got the racks on him
Fuck it, we tryna burn it
Flip the script, I turn it
Drain Gang, yeah, they worship
I feel like the king of the rain, I need a lordship
Three point, yeah, I score it
I hope you record it
I don't give a fuck
Two bottles up
Throw 'em in your face, shawty 'posed to show me love
Face filled with mud
My boy be the plug
Ain't throwin' no rocks but my saints give it up
I drop a six in the Phantom and it goes right now
I feel like Nicolas Cage, ghost riding right down
I'm on top of the clouds and getting higher right now
And she want all that I got but I can't get it right now
Sippin' on bubble tea mixed with the Hennessy
I get the Fendi tee, ballin' like 23
I see no enemies, coke like the '70s
Long like a centipede, damn, we on everything
And we on everything
Lean, SG, Sad Boys
Big dope, good gains
I get all the good grades
Twenty stacks, I get paid
Then I do the escape
Go and get the good blade
Put it on the Trash Star
Bimmer is a black car
Nino got the black card
Yeah, we got the club hot
Yeah, I'm getting blessed up
You can't even catch up
SG is a redrum
Drain Gang is a dollhouse
Now I gotta ball out
In the night, it calls out
I can hear it all now
In Philly like I'm F1lthy
I don't think you feel me (Uh)
Louis V, I'm limping
Plus they tryna kill me
Gotta watch out when I'm out, they tryna get me
Kush pack on me
Why you looking at me?
Leany got the racks on him
Fuck it, we tryna burn it
Flip the script, I turn it
Drain Gang, yeah, they worship
I feel like the king of the rain, I need a lordship
Three point, yeah, I score it
I hope you record it
