Philly fRAUD lyrics

{Intro} - Gaws
Hold up, hold up, MAX ON THE BEAT
Stewpid f*ck you talm bout
These n*ggas smokin di*k they think they beating us
n*ggas got Raud on this b*tch
n*ggas shaking ass for a living
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{Verse 1} - Gaws
Look, I'm that n*gga, I ain't gotta say it twice
Me against a Philly [?] hit him wit [?]
Lil n*gga wanna talk sh*t, think he big, sh*t
Lil n*gga you's a dumb b*tch you ain't done sh*t
Look, imma catch a avalanche really make him fall though
I'm about to sh*t on n*ggas, I don't need a [?]
I just checked Instagram he look [?]
Hold up, look, look
Raud you my son b*tch
[?] you my son b*tch
Avalanche don't say nothin you ain't never run sh*t
n*ggas want the smoke, must be dumb, you a dumb b*tch
I just called this b*tch f*cked her throat [?] b*tch
n*gga you ain't youngin you must be 30 n*gga change your name
I just seen that chrome heart on the site, they is not the same
How you pushing 20 shaking ass, you need to change the game
{Verse 2} - Waynе
Raud please, you ain't no f*cking G, you is all cap
[?] yeah thеse 223s make you take a nap
Avalanche, yeah this FN take you off the map
Ain't sh*t but one call to get a n*gga clapped
We don't make friends, we don't shake hands
Hundred rounds on the ground make him break dance
Squeaking ass n*gga [?] trash can
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That pus*y ass sh*t, nah n*gga we ain't into that
Baby Draco gonna push a n*gga melon back
I get Max in a f*cking [?] n*gga f*ck a plaque
Up the score on these f*ck n*ggas they ain't getting back

{Verse 3} - Skreet
b*tch I feel like Robin have my n*gga Wayne just handle that
Go ahead and play this diss to Raud lil b*tch she screaming tryna play it back
It's really f*ck that n*gga youngin, roll him up and face him in this pack
Y'all really tryna diss, y'all shoot to miss, it's 5$TAR WE GON HANDLE THAT
So roll him up then hit the road, i think it's time we taught [?] a lesson
[?] just get him gone, I think it's time we sent [?] to heaven
Way too pus*y he gon fall back to school he need a new profession
Cause if he keep tryin to be a thug we gon take bro life and watch [?]
f*ck it I don't gotta flex no lil pape, I just went and bought a crib
400k straight from the bank, they would've thought I hit a lick
[?] a b*tch and he a baby, should've came in with a bib
Watch how I separate bro top from off his face he like a lid
[?] Alicia Keys, she carry stick just like Mariah
Say avalanche gon swear he cold, I put that n*gga in the dryer
That fat ass n*gga hella hungry, by the way he catching fire
Feel like Yeezy after this, that n*gga talkin through the wire
{Verse 3} - Plaqueboymax
Uhh
I'm from Jersey, I ain't beefing with no Philly n*gga
Stealing all my f*cking dances you is silly n*gga
Why your favorite hobby shaking hips?
Is you serious n*gga?
Doing all that scamming, but you flying spirit n*gga?
Zesty n*gga, telling other n*ggas to di*k up
And f*ck your Under Armour, n*gga that sh*t'll get ripped up
Scrawny lil n*gga can't even do a sit-up
And I was with your b*tch and she couldn't get my sh*t up
Yeah, hold up, uhh
My n*ggas on go, f*ck a stop sign
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Barely made it in your shoes, you know you cannot walk mine
Shawty shaking on me, it was so divine
Only thing that you do is lose, I seen the storytimes
Called shawty, but to me, she just another hoe of mines
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Cooked you in every competition, n*gga just retire
Fat nose, n*gga you could sniff me from 100 miles
Said you ain't running from no bullets, you can meet them now
Squeaky voice, n*gga y'all should make sh*t for my f*cking child