"We Filthy" lyrics

Nigga, this that PD5
Last big thing we puttin' out, man
Trial coming, man

You don't want it with the boy
Bitch brains, kidneys, blow 'em out the boy
Floatin' out the toy, blunt licked, Mink drag on the floor
Biggavell is baggin' your whores
You's a player, it's a shame, you a dab in the lore
Hate the player, not the game, what you mad at him for?
I'm the game's new flavor (Uh-huh), ringtone, poker smile
The connoisseur, King Don's poster child
Screaming at your ho when you're down
Niggas run upside your head, you supposed to get wild (Oww)
I get in your nose like Kleenex
He is what Steve Nash to Phoenix
To the East Coast, with Max B, the beamiest
You don't get it, don't you? (Nope) You don't live it, don't you? (Nope)
I'm a whole 'nother level, dog
Six got the smokescreens, wrist got the bezel on
And you ain't fucking with this bitch
Biggavell, Byrdgang, nothing but hits

Nigga, we filthy
Once you go against niggas gettin' money
You out the motherfucking match
Nigga, we filthy
Fuck with my bread, I'll be glad
Then I send some niggas to run up in your stash (Uh)
Nigga, we filthy
It's the Biggavell, baby, anything I touch or get on is a classic
Nigga, we filthy
This is Gain Greene, baby
And I promise to never fuck with you bastards