Let It Blow lyrics

[Intro: Philthy Rich]
It's Philthy
One Mob sh*t
One blood what's happenin

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
I say now slide down [?] row in a Bentley on bullsh*tting (foreign)
b*tch wanted popeyes order me a number 4 b*tch (hey do that)
Dreams of the Forbes list maybe one day I see it
Internet thugs tripping maybe one day I see them (pus*y)
Glock 27 with the ladder hanging out
Chopper ate his body up now his bladder hanging out
n*ggas talking past tense, what they used to have
My city b*tch hit the mall before you in the [?] (it's Philthy n*gga)
$5,000 Louie bag, I was in the newest Jag
Before you lock in with him you need to check his rat facts (you need to)
Might come back bad, work came back bad
Hit the plug up and told him he need to take this back
Where I'm from it's Baghdad (Seminary)
Chopper make em back back (it will)
Expensive video shoot got 65 up in my backpack (it's blood money)
Caught him in the last trap, shut down my last trap
Out of pocket b*tch fagged off with my last trap (it's Philthy n*gga)

[Chorus: Lil Blood]
We don't know no pussies
We don't f*ck with them (we don't know them n*ggas)
We just move in silence we don't talk on phones (ain't no talking n*gga)
We don't do no talking we just let it blow (blat blat)
No we don't do no talking we just let it blow (blat blat)
b*tch you on some broke sh*t told that b*tch to go (bye b*tch)
Cream soda with the fanta how we mix the dope
We don't know no pussies
We don't f*ck with them (we don't know them n*ggas)
We don't do no talking we just let it blow
[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
See me I do the hop out I be walking up
b*tch if you clutchin better bust it b*tch you better bust
On that bully I act a foolly with the f*ckin fully
[?] with this fully with a beanie and a hoodie (true)
We no do no pus*y we don't f*ck with them
We don't cuff these b*tches we make them b*tches go
Dropped 30 on this head cause she was talking out
For the b*tch he tried to flex so n*ggas chalked him out
From the b*tch I get the tech and I be smashing out (bang)
Caught lil daddy at the taco truck and gassed him out
Philth said you want these forgies n*gga cash me out (Philthy)
I put these 4 g's on your head my hittas cashing out (bang)
I drink the dope I need my dope or I be flashing out (yessir)
My b*tch says damn you tripping you be smashing out (shut up b*tch)
Half a milli on the bill they tried to stick me
Gave my lawyer $20,000 told them try to get me

[Verse 3: Joe Blow]
I'm a real n*gga and any real n*gga will tell ya
I got a tall white b*tch that look like Iggy Azalea
In the O they loving blow I'll be remembered a legend
So when I die I'll be as big as Pac, Biggie and Elvis
It's funk or die sh*t you know that I'mma die funking
Don't be surprised or even cry just go and slide for me
Got a 30 shot ladder and this 9 on me
Soft 20 ball around the neck and another 5 on me
Got this ball bust it down who tryna shoot some pool
You ain't never supposed to shoot for who I shoot for you
I'll shoot for 3rd world blood banga and goof
In LA they having things big things to [?]
My kidneys damn near thro ugh just from drinking juice
See yall tryna cop a brick or two you gotta bring it through
Up in the Bay ask Trae n*gga we the truth
And ever since we lost Jack I'm tryna see it through
[Chorus: Lil Blood]
We don't know no pussies
We don't f*ck with them (we don't know them n*ggas)
We just move in silence we don't talk on phones (ain't no talking n*gga)
We don't do no talking we just let it blow (blat blat)
No we don't do no talking we just let it blow (blat blat)
b*tch you on some broke sh*t told that b*tch to go (bye b*tch)
Cream soda with the fanta how we mix the dope
We don't know no pussies
We don't f*ck with them (we don't know them n*ggas)
We don't do no talking we just let it blow

[Verse 4: Mozzy]
We don't know no pussies we don't f*ck with those (nah)
We don't do no woofing on my mother's soul
I been in the trap since I was 6 years old
Had to stay out the kitchen pops was cooking dope (whip it up)
Say that I'm the fellow suckas looking for
Tell them look some more I'm at the liquor store with yicki on me
They know it's body for body is Mozzy breathing on 'em
n*ggas got some [?] funk season on me
It ain't peaches in my region gangland geeking
Lifetime commitment to the clique Zillas pledge allegiance
Ain't no secret murders climbing Hell Gang the reason
Broke b*tch [?] eat the semen
Jesus my only witness I've never been a witness
Asking for forgiveness I swear I be into drilling n*ggas
Conversating with these b*tches call it pillow snitching
Free my lil n*ggas doing life you couldn't live with killas
[Verse 5: Lil AJ]
Every 2 months I switch my phone numbers (switch it up)
We don't really talk on phones you know what's going on (uh uh)
Lash money 3rd world ya we in the zone
Keep it lit for them n*ggas there who ain't coming home (that's my n*ggas)
Every week I'm back and forth out of town
When I touch in the hood you know we blowing out the pound
I let it blow out the window at a sucka n*gga
Ride off laughing talking about how we dust a n*gga
Keep it on my hip or under my armpit (ha)
I really got tactics when it come to this mobbing sh*t (mobbin n*gga)
Glock 27, ya that's the pocket rocket
Pop it in a motherf*ckers face that be out of pocket
Ya, then we back to the [?] block
45th and Market, better known as Lil [?] spot
Ya, and you know it's money over b*tches
b*tches either hoeing or they go in stores sliding visas

[Chorus: Lil Blood]
We don't know no pussies
We don't f*ck with them (we don't know them n*ggas)
We just move in silence we don't talk on phones (ain't no talking n*gga)
We don't do no talking we just let it blow (blat blat)
No we don't do no talking we just let it blow (blat blat)
b*tch you on some broke sh*t told that b*tch to go (bye b*tch)
Cream soda with the fanta how we mix the dope
We don't know no pussies
We don't f*ck with them (we don't know them n*ggas)
We don't do no talking we just let it blow

[Verse 6: Bruce Banna]
I got my money up, got these broke n*ggas watching (Banna)
Took a loss on the work so I move cautious (damn)
All this dope around a n*gga got me paranoid
If you looking for the drugs hit the android
I'm in the kitchen whipping butter getting on my [?] (whip)
I don't f*ck with hella n*ggas that'll get you smoked (uh uh)
Heard he f*cking with them suckas had to cut his rope (n*gga)
Move mean for my n*ggas gotta give em all
Free Tae he be home in a couple months
Free [?] n*ggas already know what's up (n*ggas know what's up)
You can't hang with my squad you ain't dope as us
Boosting up the crime rate f*cking all these n*ggas up (thank you)
Put a 2 in the 20 just to catch my high (syrup)
Real n*ggas having money better get a job (b*tch)
100 plus on the k better watch your mouth
Make the wrong move send them goons in your house (easy)

[Chorus: Lil Blood]
We don't know no pussies
We don't f*ck with them (we don't know them n*ggas)
We just move in silence we don't talk on phones (ain't no talking n*gga)
We don't do no talking we just let it blow (blat blat)
No we don't do no talking we just let it blow (blat blat)
b*tch you on some broke sh*t told that b*tch to go (bye b*tch)
Cream soda with the fanta how we mix the dope
We don't know no pussies
We don't f*ck with them (we don't know them n*ggas)
We don't do no talking we just let it blow