Shrimp At Phillipes Songtext
I'm in that Benz truck counting, ?
Scouting, putting dick in they spouses and I fuck up they houses
? jewels at outings, we standing on the couches
The feds don't know shit, depend on how closed your mouth is
I told that bitch head up and just send me your routings, skip the shouting
I be in jail ?
My deuce won a Benz, Ol' bitch's hating when she
I'm in the Range no tints, we eating shrimp at Phillipes
My main bitch from Greece (uh), we used to play the streets (uh)
Running from police, if I see the ops then I'm dumping out the V
Scouting, putting dick in they spouses and I fuck up they houses
? jewels at outings, we standing on the couches
The feds don't know shit, depend on how closed your mouth is
I told that bitch head up and just send me your routings, skip the shouting
I be in jail ?
My deuce won a Benz, Ol' bitch's hating when she
I'm in the Range no tints, we eating shrimp at Phillipes
My main bitch from Greece (uh), we used to play the streets (uh)
Running from police, if I see the ops then I'm dumping out the V
I'm on Venice beach, my life is a beach, your life is a bitch
I'm 23 and rich, when you were 23, you were somewhere on your dick nigga
We lit, we lit, we rich
Ay yo I don’t remember waking up, havin’ to put the oven on, shit was so cold in the house
Now I wake up in the mornin’ I put this rollie on nigga, shit’s still cold
Woke up in the villa uh, [?]
It don’t get no realer, they can't believe I’m not a dealer
Hit the [?], get a fill up, breakin’ kush down in the swisher
Bitches staring, take a picture and watch me ball like [?]
She think she boujie, but she don’t own enough bags to be that sassy
We pick em up in foreigns, drop em off in taxis
The feds gon’ celebrate the night they catch me (Suck my dick!)
These bricks white as Ashley, we real hustlers so just [?], relax me, uh
My favourite rapper died fro nigga, this bitch is still cold
Woke up in the villa, feet step on chinchilla, it don’t get no realer, they can’t believe I’m not a dealer
I'm 23 and rich, when you were 23, you were somewhere on your dick nigga
We lit, we lit, we rich
Ay yo I don’t remember waking up, havin’ to put the oven on, shit was so cold in the house
Now I wake up in the mornin’ I put this rollie on nigga, shit’s still cold
Woke up in the villa uh, [?]
It don’t get no realer, they can't believe I’m not a dealer
Hit the [?], get a fill up, breakin’ kush down in the swisher
Bitches staring, take a picture and watch me ball like [?]
She think she boujie, but she don’t own enough bags to be that sassy
We pick em up in foreigns, drop em off in taxis
The feds gon’ celebrate the night they catch me (Suck my dick!)
These bricks white as Ashley, we real hustlers so just [?], relax me, uh
My favourite rapper died fro nigga, this bitch is still cold
Woke up in the villa, feet step on chinchilla, it don’t get no realer, they can’t believe I’m not a dealer
