Don't Try This At Home - feat. Philthy Rich & Stevie Joe

Ma money short but it used to be long

In front a ma' mama's home, sellin' the drone (the drone, drone)

Yea gupe, gupe, gupe, yea paypay (yea papypay, papypay)

Yea yola (yola, yola), yea cola (cola, cola)

Winnin' 'em at their own game, pushin' them pale ass sugar cane

A1 top grade (ugh)

I want d finest in life, fuck wid ma love ones nigga I'm a kill you twice (kill you twice)

(Twice, twice) yea twice!, 3 times, yea thrice!

Yous a cat, yous a feline, yous a kitten

You ain't got through rights at a weddin

You got me all the way fuckin fucked up

I got a enough paper to have your son don't show up

(Don't try this at home) No money back guarantee

Fuck it I'm a give you gang fo' free

I think I'm right, but you think I'm wrong

Don't try this at home (Don't try this at home)

Don't try this at home

Don't try this at home

Fresh to death, like I belong in a coffin

Young Philphy Rich, I'm d fliest nigga walkin'

Yellow tape, betta proceed with caution

With my young high heels they be higher than a morson

I murk the track with Thuggy an 40

Posted on the block I'll be thuggin with the 40

Slide through I give you 8 fo' the 40

Next time you come you betta coppa hoe oz

Fake niggas don't try this at home, see me near you've entered the kill zone

Where dem AKs knock off a nigga own

He ain't from aroun' here, he might not make it home

It's young Phiphy Rich fake niggas imitate

You masturbate, while a real nigga penetrate

A couple niggas in ma' circle had to eliminate

'Cause they was tryna steal a food from a nigga's plate

(Don't try this at home)

No money back guarantee, fuck it I'm a give you gang fo' free

I think I'm right, but you think I'm wrong

Don't try this at home (Don't try this at home)

Don't try this at home

Don't try this at home

Hold up, parental advisory

I get so waddy when d liquor get inside me

Broke not hardly, smoke like Martin

Hoe like sitting like she sittin on a Harley

Who go harm me, you an what army

Live watch chillin' room, ma killers be swarmin'

Take two money shots, call me in the mornin'

Cover me I'm goin' in, without no warnin

I think I'm right, ma mama think I'm wrong

Say I'm rockin with the chrome, make sure I make it home

Early in the mornin, the kitchen shakin salts

Nickel an dime, nigga six figures forelong

Don't try this at the crib, all ma niggas thuggin like this where I live

Stevie Joe I don't need ID, the lil niggas in the hood wanna be like me, mothafucka'