21Neat, 22 Neat - Filthy lyrics

Long live Wassi neat Gang, nigga
Courtz Gang, nigga (M-M-M-M-Money Musik)
Vanish 'em

Brand new glizzy but it's filthy
Pour a four in the Sprite, turn it filthy
Big chain, big Rollie, I'm so filthy
All the opps look like bums
But they ain't filthy
Br-Br-Brand new glizzy but it's filthy
Pour a four in the Sprite, turn it filthy
Big chain, big Rollie, I'm so filthy
All the opps look like bums
But they ain't filthy

Wake up then hit that T-block, three Glocks
Wass Gang ran his ass down by the sea walk
My trap house running like Yung Lava
Don't let me get the drop
And send them Wassas
Anchor on your block, go get a coffin
Dubz all in my blunt, bitch, I'm coughing
Thirty in my neens, I'm super neat
Jump out on your block, just you and me
Better have your gun, do not freeze
Wass Gang fuck up the party, do not sleep

Abaay Abaay entertainment, nigga
That's my mod 'Mali that's my mod 'Mali
Lah!

Brand new glizzy but it's filthy
Pour a four in the Sprite, turn it filthy
Big chain, big Rollie, I'm so filthy
All the opps look like bums
But they ain't filthy
Br-Br-Brand new glizzy but it's filthy
Pour a four in the Sprite, turn it filthy
Big chain, big Rollie, I'm so filthy
All the opps look like bums
But they ain't filthy

These niggas ain't flithy
They ain't on they block
A lotta internet shit
They ain't bustin' shots (They on the 'net)
Hop out, run 'em down, nigga, flithy walk
(Do 'em filthy)
Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!
Nigga, white chalk flithy bros, we splashin'
800-meter dashin'
Too neat, swish him up, no passin'
This side bag's not for fashion
This four-o get you vanished
Poof! Disappear like magic
21 left the scene so tragic
It's real in the field, no lackin'
Juggin', finessin' get a brick and press it
Whippin' dope and stretch it
Bitch, I'm out here flexin'
Bitch, I'm out here pressin'
It only take one second
I love my Smith & Wesson
I love my Smith & Wesson boom!

Brand new glizzy but it's filthy
Pour a four in the Sprite, turn it filthy
Big chain, big Rollie, I'm so filthy
All the opps look like bums
But they ain't filthy
Br-Br-Brand new glizzy but it's filthy
Pour a four in the Sprite, turn it filthy
Big chain, big Rollie, I'm so filthy
All the opps look like bums
But they ain't filthy

Yo, you niggas know-
This is the life we live, you bitch
Yo, we didn't even blow yet
We live that fuckin' rockstar lifestyle

No bitch, not a soul no bitch, not a soul
Them Wassas stay bussin'
When we catch you, why you duckin'?
You niggas ain't hittin' nothing
Tell a bitch nigga, stop bluffin'
Stay swishin' in the clutch
Pookie hit him with the pump