Stay Down - Ralo, HoodRich Pablo Juan, Philthy Rich

Yeah, whoo!

Fam, goon

Oh Twysted

Yeah, uh

Tell 'em I’ll never look back

Got the game in the book bag

Got the streets in a choke hold

We gon' get them bricks by the boat load

Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold

We ain’t never goin' back broke

Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go

You ain’t gotta tell 'em

We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho

All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control

Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro

Never switch up, never bitch up

Get the picture, I don’t miss her

I don’t love her, I don’t want her

I don’t need her, I never did

Pockets bigger than an elephant

Got the F&N with a felony

Remember they ain’t wanna let him in

Now I’m better than

Percocet with the ten, yeah

Grab my bitch and go in, yeah

Ask her, can I fuck her friend, yeah

That lil pussy gettin' big, yeah

Drop the top then I burnt out

Fuckin' freak hoes got me turn’t out

In the parking lot fuck a parking spot

My shit cost a lot, yeah

My shit cost more than his, yeah

A young nigga with them M’s, wooh

Got more money than my peers

And they been workin' all the years

Tell 'em I’ll never look back

Got the game in the book bag

Got the streets in a choke hold

We gon' get them bricks by the boat load

Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold

We ain’t never goin' back broke

Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go

You ain’t gotta tell 'em

We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho

All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control

Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro

Never switch up, never bitch up

Get the picture, I don’t miss her

I don’t love her, I don’t want her

I don’t need her, I never did

Die got me stressed

Last nigga try me, he deceased

Two hundred thousand on the piece

So when I die, you can bury it with me

Rap niggas, don’t compare 'em to me

In the trap I was wearin' a key

Baby chopper, hundred rounds to the knees

Greyhound, a hundred pounds of the

Nigga, I was really stuck in the streets

Front line when it come to the beef

You the nigga be promotin' the piece

Hundred I can let of the leash

Ask Gucci, had him on my street

Hit Gucci, twenty thousand on sneak’s

, I’m the king of the east

You catchin' niggas still and bring 'em to me

Rolls Royce, no Wrangler Jeep

Balmains, no regular jeans

Actavis, no regular lean

He text you stay on this D

Private jet, lookin' out at the wings

Broke as fuck, I couldn’t afford me them wings

Now I’m ballin' up here in my team

Stay down, do you know what that mean?

It’s Philthy

Tell 'em I’ll never look back

Got the game in the book bag

Got the streets in a choke hold

We gon' get them bricks by the boat load

Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold

We ain’t never goin' back broke

Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go

You ain’t gotta tell 'em

We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho

All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control

Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro

Never switch up, never bitch up

Get the picture, I don’t miss her

I don’t love her, I don’t want her

I don’t need her, I never did

All my niggas want the same thing

treat the rap like the dope game

Tell her, Ralo, we like and

We ridin' in, got the frame

Still in the hood, we ain’t gon' change

Op shit, pray to her Lord when I aim

Pop shit, my nigga pull up, bang, bang

this ain’t no joke

Iced out my Cartier frame

Geeked, fucked that lil freak like my main

You better put some respect on my name

Lil bitch when you on it, you ain’t even change

You want the money, you can have the fame

Poppin' champagne with the bust down brain

Shoot that shit up like a game

Young nigga fresh like Novocain

I’m rich and fly like a on a plane

Fifty thousand I do is plan

Flippin and kicking it, it’s a coincidence

That my plug and my bitch is from Spain

She wanna fuck a real nigga, you lame

Pop a perc' I can’t even feel the pain

Got the mud, that lil dirty, the rain

Flex on a new 1017 chain

Tell 'em I’ll never look back

Got the game in the book bag

Got the streets in a choke hold

We gon' get them bricks by the boat load

Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold

We ain’t never goin' back broke

Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go

You ain’t gotta tell 'em

We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho

All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control

Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro

Never switch up, never bitch up

Get the picture, I don’t miss her

I don’t love her, I don’t want her

I don’t need her, I never did