Philly Flow lyrics

[Intro]
(Lumbra)
55th boys
Real droppers
We drop sh*t
Mob sh*t, we drop sh*t
You on opp sh*t, then we pop sh*t

[Chorus]
Thirty racks right inside a bag, n*gga, f*ck a safe
Free my main slime, he caught an opp and he popped his face
And I'm smokin' buddy right now, but I can't drop a name
He was dissin' in his rap songs, n*gga died for fame

[Verse 1]
Ran up sixty K in six days, boy, that's ten a day
My lil' n*ggas shoot like they just came from the NBA
I was on that block movin' right, I'm tryna make a play
Boy, I'm Dillon Brooks in this b*tch, I ain't come to play
Remember I was down, couldn't ask for a f*ckin' favor
They thought I was dead, came back to life like the Undertaker
I can't feel my face when I smoke all these flavors
Up the chop and watch him drive by, call that sh*t an anklе breaker
I'm on the еighth with two guns, I feel like Rambo
I ain't sign a deal, I make my money off the bando
Mike Amiri, Louis V, I got mad clothes
Only time I ran, when I got chased by some fan hoes
Shorty tryna f*ck, I'm like, "Yes, that's what I'm tryna do"
b*tch, I'm from the five, we smoke his pops, we don't f*ck with dude
I was chasin' money since young, I was skippin' school
And we smokin' Lotti, he tried to run, that n*gga f*ckin' doomed
If we get the drop, we get to slidin', it's a DOA
And we got him bleedin', boy, you know you cannot run away
Boy, I'm in the field every day like a cornerback
2020 Hellcat, I'm tryna see where the horses at
If I see the cops, do the dash, this sh*t sport mode
I ain't f*ckin' with my codey 'cause I know he told
[Chorus]
Thirty racks right inside a bag, n*gga, f*ck a safe
Free my main slime, he caught an opp and he popped his face
And I'm smokin' buddy right now, but I can't drop a name
He was dissin' in his rap songs, n*gga died for fame

[Verse 2]
We catch an opp, we make it hot, this sh*t a tragedy
Walkin' with the chop every day, this sh*t is casual to me
Brodie hit an opp in his face, then he passed it to me
We can hit the bank if you n*ggas ain't blastin' with me
We catch an opp, we make it hot, this sh*t a tragedy
Walkin' with the chop every day, this sh*t is casual to me
Brodie hit an opp in his face, then he passed it to me
We can hit the bank if you n*ggas ain't blastin' with me

[Chorus]
Thirty racks right inside a bag, n*gga, f*ck a safe
Free my main slime, he caught an opp and he popped his face
And I'm smokin' buddy right now, but I can't drop a name
He was dissin' in his rap songs, n*gga died for fame

[Outro]
Ran up sixty K in six days, boy, that's ten a day
My lil' n*ggas shoot like they just came from the NBA
I was on that block movin' right, I'm tryna make a play
Boy, I'm Dillon Brooks in this b*tch, I ain't come to play