Filthy

Lyrics

[Intro: Sus & Joker "The Dark Knight"] Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the... little emotions. In... you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards? Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard Every nigga get checked like Louis V I heard what the nigga wanna do to me (Look, look) They put money on my head, that ain't new to me (HL8) Ayy (Elevate this mix sounds-) [Chorus] Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard" Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart No mask, but I can't let him go past Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard Every nigga get checked like Louis V I heard what the nigga wan' do to me They put money on my head, that ain't new to me Like why them niggas wan' kill me? (Why) He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die) Why you think they all feel me? (Why) I spit the life of a real G (Ahh) Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy Interruptin' my killstreak City Of God, this real G Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé" [Verse 1] I was with Skatts and the real Zee Kidnap yutes 'cah the nigga tried steal P's And we turned all the white girls into lil freaks Don't shoot blanks 'cah we shoot back real sweets Back my sh- Back my shank in an instant Concrete Jungle, Animal Instinct Black blade, like bad news let it sink in Sinkin', swing my ramz where you're thinkin' Pimpin', fuck his hoe 'cah he's simpin' Spin ting, send some shots while they're drinkin' Impulse, spin that block off a inkling My reaper senses are tinglin' We don't care if you're a Kingpin That's just more of a reason to pitch him Bang your doors if you're listenin', listenin' Free my dargs in the system [Chorus] Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard" Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart No mask, but I can't let him go past Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard Every nigga get checked like Louis V And I heard what the nigga wan' do to me They put money on my head, that ain't new to me Like why them niggas wan' kill me? (Why) He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die) Why you think they all feel me? (Why) I spit the life of a real G (Ahh) Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy Interruptin' my killstreak City Of God, this real G Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé" [Verse 2] Red flag, black blade and chrome Blue lights, fuck a red light, go That's a opp, jackpot, get hit with gold It's hot, it burns, and it turns you cold Brown powder, white and yellowish stones Get sold for the pink and purple notes Green light, my man gotta go Green light, now you're on death row Ay, neckshot turned man fountain Chest-chestshot internally drowned him Choke him, leave that punk where we found him Out in the open, hopin' the doctor close him Strapped in a public outing, see him in public Fuck it, back it, smoke him Scam, don't need too much to provoke him Don't G check, he got the G-Lock Bro been barking, ain't from GBlock Yevz AG bopped and pressured P-Block Scratched bro on the hand and claimed a face shot Please ask your big bro to take his tee off Peed off, 'cah they keep lyin' with ease Like, who you tryna deceive? It can't be hoes, they see us beat shots And watch us skeet off, and splash up them neeks Big man on TikTok givin' out burgers Fish O Filet, nigga, please You ain't even cut one person But I done fillet a fish when I got down Squeeze Nigga, please, he was a Waterz fish But he got fished in the C Nigga, please (Nigga, please) [Chorus] Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard" Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart No mask, but I can't let him go past Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard Every nigga get checked like Louis V And I heard what the nigga wan' do to me They put money on my head, that ain't new to me Like why them niggas wan' kill me? (Why) He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die) Why you think they all feel me? (Why) I spit the life of a real G (Ahh) Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy Interruptin' my killstreak City Of God, this real G Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé" [Outro] Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard" Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart No mask, but I can't let him go past Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard Every nigga get checked like Louis V And I heard what the nigga wan' do to me They put money on my head, that ain't new to me (They put money on my head, that ain't new to me) (They put money on my head, that ain't new to me)