Floss Filthy - Big Scoob, Celph Titled

[Son I’m from the place where we floss regardless

Cars clothes, we ball the hardest]

Dog I’m from the home of palm trees and low rider trucks

Where we let the bass thump and don’t give a fuck

Oh that’s how you get down?

Nah this is how I get down

I keep it filthy as fuck and live the life of a dog

Catch me in the club with your wife when your favorite songs on

You poppin' the Cris?

and I’m popping your bitch

When you out buying fifths I’m polishing a four fifth

Add another scuff to my kicks, think I give a shit?

I wore the same pair of Tim’s since '96

Even my Nike Air Max is deflated

With holes in my socks and mildew rotten shoe laces

And I still bag more broads than ya’ll niggas

Even though I borrowed all the clothes in my promo pictures

I say Big Willy, you can’t stop the rain?

I wear dirty undershirts full of pasta stains

And shave maybe once every two weeks

I’d rather utilize the blade to put a scar on your cheek

I rock promotional shirts even if the group’s wack

So don’t be surprised if you see your logo on my back

I don’t need to floss for sex

In fact my averex got electrical tape holding the zipper in place

Iced out only, after I robbed you

And it’s bling bling when you see the snub knob through

[Son let me tell you why I dress so big

Ice on my neck is so damn big

House and my cars cost so damn much

And the rims on my truck just can’t be touched

All my bitches got bodies like them chicks on cable

I got about a hundred hoes up in my stable

I’m not just Johnny nigga call me famous

Any more Cris?

we drink til we piss

I don’t bop when I walk Cause I don’t walk

I’m in the Benz with the drop and I don’t talk

Chickenheads wanna holler til they throat get hoarse

Little kids I give them money when the lights take course

All my guns spit shells like they ate sunflowers

You could take a blood bath or stand and take a shower

To me it don’t matter, put holes in your bladder

Fill your body with led til you ten times fatter]

[Celph you know I live like a real life king

Got three kid named Bling, Bling, Bling]

It ain’t a thing I’m at the Grammy’s with a wife beater

Drinking rum and cokes straight out the two liter

[Trendsetters, you do you I do me

I even eat frosted flakes mixed with bubbly]

It could get ugly, I’m taking fat bitches to the buffet

With coupons, with my uncle’s suit on

[Big Scoob, I got a house full of hoes

A mouth full of flows, a pocket full of holes]

Ayo I got a lot of respect for all the real playeas

Whether flossing or not we still gettin' paper [still gettin' paper

Still getting' paper]