"T$GO Pt. 2" lyrics
Philthy Rich, Kansas Kash & Fleezo Fli Lyrics
(Armani, this shit stuey, boy)
(Slap a band on the beat)
Uh-huh, look
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on (Uh-huh, look)
I broke a Black bitch for two hundred thou'
I got some lows for the high, they goin' for a thou'
5900 Kill Zone Gelato
Rearview cam on the foreign when I'm backin' out
Suckers locked up, they been checkin' out
Every time we turn it up, they'll turn it down
Cosmo parking lot, me, Skin, and Kash
Sexy slim-thick bitch with a lotta ass
No disrespect, I just gotta ask
Is you payin' pimpin', bitch, or is you a fag?
Bitch, your head good, but your pussy trash
If it ain't comin' with a trap, bitch, then I'll pass, it's Philthy
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on (Uh-huh)
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on (Yeah)
At Pretty Please poppin' bottles, Fleez, Skin, and Phil (Pretty Please poppin' bottles)
Spendin' G's, poppin' P's, I need a hundred mil' (Poppin' P's)
Smokin' candy out the pound, I get 'em for a deal (Uh-huh, yeah)
Pints of Tris, pints of Quagen, know we poppin' seals (Poppin' seals)
Shout out to Dr. Rose, thirty thousand in my grill (Thirty thousand in my what?)
Mercedes-Benz 580, wood on the wheel (Wood on the wheel)
Sendin' bitches out to Cali, trappin' in the hills (Trappin' in the hills)
YSL, Christian Loub', red-bottom heels
Been gettin' money since a kid, tell you how it feel (Been gettin' money, uh-huh)
At Nobu's, I pay the bill, fried lobster meals (I pay the bill)
A wise man said nothin', I'll never squeal (I'll never squeal)
I'm supreme like a king, always keep it real (I'm supreme like a king)
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on (Haha)
Go (Go), Fleez got 'em gone (Got 'em gone)
Shit, I coulda got left, I got it right and got to goin' (Amen)
Overseas breeze, this some different sand
Everybody eatin' on this run, it's some different grams (Yeah)
Just bought a Leapfrog, it's a two-seater (Haha)
The way a nigga (Skrrt), I could teach niggas (Yoom)
I got a lesson in life, don't be niggas (Never)
I'ma really run it up, I'm outta reach, nigga (Go)
What's understood needs silence (Shh)
This shit goin' on, ain't shit minor
Bottega all on my bitches, that's how we vibe (That's how we vibe)
Low numbers to the table so the whole 'round shine, shit (Come on)
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
(Slap a band on the beat)
Uh-huh, look
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on (Uh-huh, look)
I broke a Black bitch for two hundred thou'
I got some lows for the high, they goin' for a thou'
5900 Kill Zone Gelato
Rearview cam on the foreign when I'm backin' out
Suckers locked up, they been checkin' out
Every time we turn it up, they'll turn it down
Cosmo parking lot, me, Skin, and Kash
Sexy slim-thick bitch with a lotta ass
No disrespect, I just gotta ask
Is you payin' pimpin', bitch, or is you a fag?
Bitch, your head good, but your pussy trash
If it ain't comin' with a trap, bitch, then I'll pass, it's Philthy
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on (Uh-huh)
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on (Yeah)
At Pretty Please poppin' bottles, Fleez, Skin, and Phil (Pretty Please poppin' bottles)
Spendin' G's, poppin' P's, I need a hundred mil' (Poppin' P's)
Smokin' candy out the pound, I get 'em for a deal (Uh-huh, yeah)
Pints of Tris, pints of Quagen, know we poppin' seals (Poppin' seals)
Shout out to Dr. Rose, thirty thousand in my grill (Thirty thousand in my what?)
Mercedes-Benz 580, wood on the wheel (Wood on the wheel)
Sendin' bitches out to Cali, trappin' in the hills (Trappin' in the hills)
YSL, Christian Loub', red-bottom heels
Been gettin' money since a kid, tell you how it feel (Been gettin' money, uh-huh)
At Nobu's, I pay the bill, fried lobster meals (I pay the bill)
A wise man said nothin', I'll never squeal (I'll never squeal)
I'm supreme like a king, always keep it real (I'm supreme like a king)
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on (Haha)
Go (Go), Fleez got 'em gone (Got 'em gone)
Shit, I coulda got left, I got it right and got to goin' (Amen)
Overseas breeze, this some different sand
Everybody eatin' on this run, it's some different grams (Yeah)
Just bought a Leapfrog, it's a two-seater (Haha)
The way a nigga (Skrrt), I could teach niggas (Yoom)
I got a lesson in life, don't be niggas (Never)
I'ma really run it up, I'm outta reach, nigga (Go)
What's understood needs silence (Shh)
This shit goin' on, ain't shit minor
Bottega all on my bitches, that's how we vibe (That's how we vibe)
Low numbers to the table so the whole 'round shine, shit (Come on)
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
A hundred P's in the trap, this shit goin' on
Solid bitch runnin' the trap, this shit goin' on
Fell off and bounced back, this shit goin' on
Ran up a hundred racks, this shit goin' on
