JT the Bigga Figga - Fillmoe lyrics

[Verse 1] They say they want me locked up or dead in the dirt They got me ballin' spendin' dollars tryin' to get me off erk Cause me and my cold click we come real sh**, we got to work And money ain't a thing, we dealin' with change and them first And at the worst can get I lost a punk b**h I dumped that the folks tryin' to get at some bullsh** Who said we gay, who said us n***as don't play Menace City and the PB n***as is a un-soft case And if ya n***as got something to say b**h a** n***as we don't play Say it in my face, if it's negative talk game And positively I let the Glock ring man We don't bang, we get b**h n***as out the lane Before the next motherf**in' lane cross game Or try to sprinkle salt on these young n***as name That's why we makin' a statement, f** everything [Hook x2] In Fillmoe, Fillmoe we don't play Fillmoe it goes down every day In Fillmoe, where every man stacks pay Fillmoe, only the strong survive man [Verse 2] It's time for action, my main focus is only the stackin' Stuck in this ghetto habitat without a way out We ghetto platinum and no doubt ya get addicted to the street life Hustlin' heavy tryin' to duck and dodge from three strikes Caution cause n***as is shady from here to Boston Sometimes flossin' talk sh** behind ya back often I spit the truth in every line that I speak It's hard times n***a, get your's cause I'ma get mine completely From city to city and coast to coast We man-made ghetto stars that y'all b**hes wanna toast to Y'all can't even come close to, we larger than life Don't dare to step up to this squad here, it's lonely after midnight [Hook x2] [Verse 3] It's all hypee, knowin' these s**ers never liked me Rather see me in a jail cell with a federal indictment n***a, copyin' mafia on my own two When I come through ride for the West, we all up on you Ya whole crew, hate and despise when they look through the eyes Of this real one, rushed through the dirt and pulled him out And that's for real son Never be at rest and that a lesson When the beef hit and when ya get that ya get the blessin' That's round talk, when sh** get thick we see who sticks And half of the click jump ship and straight split Ice in the grip, they sell you out of yo location Ya set back, wakin' ya up with home invasion [Hook x2]