My sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Philthy Rich & Tee Grizzley]
Uh-huh (ahh, ahh), look (ahh, ahh)
It's Philthy, n*gga
What up, Philthy? look

[Chorus: Philthy Rich & Tee Grizzley]
You see a Wraith in Oakland, that is my sh*t
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, n*gga that's my sh*t
My young n*ggas playin' with the mopsticks
I got some old-school killers hold you hostage
Five hundred thousand large, that is not sh*t
Five different labels talkin' millions, I got options
A lot of foreign cars, no cap b*tch
Bust a Rollie down before I had a rap check

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzely]
pus*y ass n*ggas ain't sh*t like me (I'm different)
My jewelry kit about ten houses (this sh*t hittin')
If my watch was a sport, then this b*tch hockey (ice ice)
If my chain was a boxer, then this b*tch Rocky (Rocky Rocky)
I got your b*tch on a Sprinter
She got your man's b*tch with her, yeah, yeah
I drop a check on your hitter
Hit your house like they deliver, yeah, yeah
Saw my first million, couldn't sleep, I was restless
You n*ggas don't fear me, y'all too passive aggressive
f*ck a Wild 'n Out girl then show her the exit
Don't f*ck with these goofies, they might get me arrested
Everybody with me go, my circle look like Tekken
Put numbers on your gang, y'all n*ggas look like Madden
Your b*tch got that fire, I see why you wifed her
She was a whole meal, hit her then changed my diet
Different groups of opps, I don't know which ones matter
Whole gang got forty-ones, you don't know who the rapper
[Chorus: Philthy Rich & Tee Grizzley]
You see a Wraith in Oakland, that is my sh*t
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, n*gga that's my sh*t
My young n*ggas playin' with the mopsticks
I got some old-school killers hold you hostage
Five hundred thousand large, that is not sh*t
Five different labels talkin' millions, I got options
A lot of foreign cars, no cap b*tch
Bust a Rollie down before I had a rap check

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Eastside Oakland, put the city on the map (Seminary)
Put your order in, deliver you a hundred packs (they do that)
Every time you see me, a hundred n*ggas, a hundred straps
Racin' to the money, I done ran a hundred laps (it's Philthy)
You see a Wraith in Oakland, it's either me or Stick
But we both from Seminary, my whole hood rich (SemCity Money Man)
Bust down the frames on the woods, b*tch (bust down)
Warriors game, front row, I'm on the wood b*tch (I got my money on Curry)
Five mill just in ice (that's just in ice)
But my whole team shinin', b*tch it's only right (is that right?)
b*tch I'm in only town for a night (I am)
Tryna get my di*k sucked before I catch this flight (ayy it's Philthy ho)
Forty-one millimeter discontinued (they is)
b*tch, I need my backend before I hit the venue (ayy I need that)
Uber Eats, Ocean Prime, what's the menu?
Tip the valet hundred dollars, tell him pull a Bent through
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Philthy Rich & Tee Grizzley]
You see a Wraith in Oakland, that is my sh*t
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, n*gga that's my sh*t
My young n*ggas playin' with the mopsticks
I got some old-school killers hold you hostage
Five hundred thousand large, that is not sh*t
Five different labels talkin' millions, I got options
A lot of foreign cars, no cap b*tch
Bust a Rollie down before I had a rap check