Filthy
Shit's about to get filthy
Hahahaha
Listen: you know that we get--
Filthy
Step to the mic, we tearin' it up
You playin' us back? Then please turn it up
Sick with the beats and flows, oh God
Yeah, filthy
You never gave a fuck about us
Feelin' nauseous, got the bile in our guts
Lyrics so nasty we throwin' 'em up
It's getting filthy
...the way you been doin' us wrong
We got our chins up whenever you punch down
Just a matter of time 'fore you out in the crowd
Gettin' lit at the show when we open it up
Returning the favor: we don't give a fuck
Nah, don't give a fuck
Better think twice talkin' shit about us
If you know me, then you shouldn't be surprised
If you heard of me, then you know I qualify
People tend to say things without reading in between the lines
Be sure to recognize it tends to be personalized
They will try to bring demise through all of their lies
We ain't hearing it, busy building up our enterprise
We can see all of the signs, so we know that we're on the rise
On our way to another life through the blue skies
Remain by each other's side
In this game, gotta keep an eye out for the masters of disguise
Fuck the predetermined ideas of who they think we can be
It's a pure reflection of what they think they can be
Haters gonna hate
We're focused on being great
That's why they try to complicate
By throwing all the shade in our way
But we stay in our lane, dodge debris as we elevate
Might wanna reevaluate
'Cause this mixtape 'bout to circulate
Here to fuck this game
Taking it slow - just wait until we penetrate
Oooo, filthy
Filthy
Step to the mic, we tearin' it up
You playin' us back? Then please turn it up
Sick with the beats and flows, oh God
Yeah, filthy
You never gave a fuck about us
Feelin' nauseous, got the bile in our guts
Lyrics so nasty we throwin' 'em up
It's getting filthy
...the way you been doin' us wrong
We got our chins up whenever you punch down
Just a matter of time 'fore you out in the crowd
Gettin' lit at the show when we open it up
Returning the favor: we don't give a fuck
Nah, don't give a fuck
Better think twice talkin' shit about us
Tryna tear me down, but I do it well enough myself
Nothing to say? Then shut the fuck up and get outta my face
Over here doin' big things
Take your infant brain and please stay away
Thin ice if you step to me
And if you piss me off, there's no saving grace
No saving grace, no saving grace
Piss me off and I'll slick talk you to your face
Put you in your place
Patience running dry, don't let it dissipate
I eat it all, and I cook everything thrown onto my plate
Shake 'n bake. Ricky Bobby
I feel when some of you mock me
But you'll never stop me, y'all will never top me
Like dalmations, you motherfuckers stay spotty
Some stay true to dog eat dog
That's no respect, that don't get my nod
Too many facades
Filthy
Step to the mic, we tearin' it up
You playin' us back? Then please turn it up
Sick with the beats and flows, oh God
Yeah, filthy
You never gave a fuck about us
Feelin' nauseous, got the bile in our guts
Lyrics so nasty we throwin' 'em up
It's getting filthy
...the way you been doin' us wrong
We got our chins up whenever you punch down
Just a matter of time 'fore you out in the crowd
Gettin' lit at the show when we open it up
Returning the favor: we don't give a fuck
Nah, don't give a fuck
Better think twice talkin' shit about us
I've been getting stoned, so y'all will never rock me. Haha
Hahahaha
Listen: you know that we get--
Filthy
Step to the mic, we tearin' it up
You playin' us back? Then please turn it up
Sick with the beats and flows, oh God
Yeah, filthy
You never gave a fuck about us
Feelin' nauseous, got the bile in our guts
Lyrics so nasty we throwin' 'em up
It's getting filthy
...the way you been doin' us wrong
We got our chins up whenever you punch down
Just a matter of time 'fore you out in the crowd
Gettin' lit at the show when we open it up
Returning the favor: we don't give a fuck
Nah, don't give a fuck
Better think twice talkin' shit about us
If you know me, then you shouldn't be surprised
If you heard of me, then you know I qualify
People tend to say things without reading in between the lines
Be sure to recognize it tends to be personalized
They will try to bring demise through all of their lies
We ain't hearing it, busy building up our enterprise
We can see all of the signs, so we know that we're on the rise
On our way to another life through the blue skies
Remain by each other's side
In this game, gotta keep an eye out for the masters of disguise
Fuck the predetermined ideas of who they think we can be
It's a pure reflection of what they think they can be
Haters gonna hate
We're focused on being great
That's why they try to complicate
By throwing all the shade in our way
But we stay in our lane, dodge debris as we elevate
Might wanna reevaluate
'Cause this mixtape 'bout to circulate
Here to fuck this game
Taking it slow - just wait until we penetrate
Oooo, filthy
Filthy
Step to the mic, we tearin' it up
You playin' us back? Then please turn it up
Sick with the beats and flows, oh God
Yeah, filthy
You never gave a fuck about us
Feelin' nauseous, got the bile in our guts
Lyrics so nasty we throwin' 'em up
It's getting filthy
...the way you been doin' us wrong
We got our chins up whenever you punch down
Just a matter of time 'fore you out in the crowd
Gettin' lit at the show when we open it up
Returning the favor: we don't give a fuck
Nah, don't give a fuck
Better think twice talkin' shit about us
Tryna tear me down, but I do it well enough myself
Nothing to say? Then shut the fuck up and get outta my face
Over here doin' big things
Take your infant brain and please stay away
Thin ice if you step to me
And if you piss me off, there's no saving grace
No saving grace, no saving grace
Piss me off and I'll slick talk you to your face
Put you in your place
Patience running dry, don't let it dissipate
I eat it all, and I cook everything thrown onto my plate
Shake 'n bake. Ricky Bobby
I feel when some of you mock me
But you'll never stop me, y'all will never top me
Like dalmations, you motherfuckers stay spotty
Some stay true to dog eat dog
That's no respect, that don't get my nod
Too many facades
Filthy
Step to the mic, we tearin' it up
You playin' us back? Then please turn it up
Sick with the beats and flows, oh God
Yeah, filthy
You never gave a fuck about us
Feelin' nauseous, got the bile in our guts
Lyrics so nasty we throwin' 'em up
It's getting filthy
...the way you been doin' us wrong
We got our chins up whenever you punch down
Just a matter of time 'fore you out in the crowd
Gettin' lit at the show when we open it up
Returning the favor: we don't give a fuck
Nah, don't give a fuck
Better think twice talkin' shit about us
I've been getting stoned, so y'all will never rock me. Haha
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew James Wagner, Ian Laurich
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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