59 to 79 - Philthy Rich, G Herbo

Hey it’s Philthy nigga

Salute to all the real niggas

Haah

Remember I used to live with my 3rd grade teacher

Nowadays it’s 5000 for a feature

Keep the hammer on me like that bitch legal

Foreign outside, I used to drive a Regal

Caught a dope case and I set it down

Caught a pistol case and I set it down

Interrogation room, I never made a sound

Niggas from my hood’ll find out and lock it down

Old murder, never snitch, never cross your nigga

My young niggas trigger happy, ready to of your nigga

I watch a nigga whack somethin' then get back

(?) came home, they did send flat

Semen everywhere, I’m from a (?) with my cock

In a thick ass bitch but she can roll a blunt

These niggas cuffin' these hoes, they can’t control a slut

Especially when a rich nigga like me rollin' up

5−0 tuned in, these niggas name droppin'

All these niggas sneak dissin' since my name poppin'

Bitch I was in the hood, cocaine shoppin'

All these Rollies bust down with cocaine diamonds

Your foreign and my foreign ain’t got the same options

Forgiattos on that bitch got me lane hopping

Just left the mall for a pair of red bottoms

You was at the mall, nigga chain swapping

Where I’m from, niggas die young

I was one of them niggas outside young

Been on the road too long, ain’t been to the hood

I’m like 5 dollars sure, bitch that money good

Don’t wear MCM but I’m your best M-C-M

He three months late on his payments plus he leasin' them

Free Jay Bay, he need money on his books

So I’m taxin' niggas for these verses and these hooks

Abusin' all this syrup got me gaining weight

Bullets in my legs’ll never fade away

Pour up with my niggas, probably fade a A

I’m a seminary nigga to my fuckin' grave

Remember when I used to wake up sell a nickel bag

Moms begging me to stop

Say how she afraid I’ma end up in a box

In the field tote a Glock

See a nigga outside then we on the ops

Same routine every day till everybody shot

Anyway young nigga ever since I was 15 been fuckin' on King

17 knew Straight A

Just to pull up shit nigga’s face

Keep a .40 still up on my waist

And fuck nigga play with No Limit we go shoot up the place

Your bitch on my dick, won’t let me fuck her face

2016, young K, yeah who wanna race?

With a 30k out for the fuck up on my way to Chase

Smoke an OG flyin' down the E-way pourin' 6s up

Went like 6 months without the drink but I can’t give it up

Bloody red and easter pink, fall asleep every time I bring

And I’m leanin' hard, no difference, we got the .40 inside my jeans

I’m addicted to Promethazine

It be getting the best of me

Hey, G Herbo

150 dream team bitch, you already know who it is man

Shout out to my nigga Philthy, city to city