text: Three point, yeah, I score it, I hope you record it
  In Philly like Im F1lthy
  I dont think you feel me 
  Louis V, Im limping
  Plus they tryna kill me
  Gotta watch out when Im out, they tryna get me
  Kush pack on me
  Why you looking at me?
  Leany got the racks on him
  Fuck it, we tryna burn it
  Flip the script, I turn it
  Drain Gang, yeah, they worship
  I feel like the king of the rain, I need a lordship
  Three point, yeah, I score it
  I hope you record it
  I dont give a fuck
  Two bottles up
  Throw em in your face, shawty posed to show me love
  Face filled with mud
  My boy be the plug
  Aint throwin no rocks but my saints give it up
  I drop a six in the Phantom and it goes right now
  I feel like Nicolas Cage, ghost riding right down
  Im on top of the clouds and getting higher right now
  And she want all that I got but I cant get it right now
  Sippin on bubble tea mixed with the Hennessy
  I get the Fendi tee, ballin like 23
  I see no enemies, coke like the 70s
  Long like a centipede, damn, we on everything
  And we on everything
  Lean, SG, Sad Boys
  Big dope, good gains
  I get all the good grades
  Twenty stacks, I get paid
  Then I do the escape
  Go and get the good blade
  Put it on the Trash Star
  Beamer is a black car
  Nino got the black card
  Yeah, we got the club hot
  Yeah, Im getting blessed up
  You cant even catch up
  SG is a redrum
  Drain Gang is a dollhouse
  Now I gotta ball out
  In the night, it calls out
  I can hear it all now
  In Philly like Im F1lthy
  I dont think you feel me
  Louis V, Im limping
  Plus they tryna kill me
  Gotta watch out when Im out, they tryna get me
  Kush pack on me
  Why you looking at me?
  Leany got the racks on him
  Fuck it, we tryna burn it
  Flip the script, I turn it
  Drain Gang, yeah they worship
  I feel like the king of the rain, I need a lordship
  Three point, yeah, I score it
  I hope you record it