Don't Try This at Home

[Verse 1:] Ma money short but it used to be long In front a ma mama’s home, sellin d drone (the drone, drone) Yea gupe, gupe,gupe, yea paypay (yea papypay,papypay) Yea yola (yola, yola), yea cola (cola, cola) Winnin em at they own game, pushin dem pale ass sugar cane A1 top grade (ugh) I want d finest in life, fuck wid ma love ones nigga ima 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 d way fuckin fucked up I got a enough paper to have your son don’t show up [Chorus:] (Don’t try this at home) No money back guarantee, fuck it ima 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[x2] [Verse 2:] Fresh to death, like I belong in a coffin Young Philphy Rich, I’m d fliest nigga walkin Yellow tape, betta proceed wit caution Wit my young high heels they be higher than a morson I murk d track wit Thuggy an 40 Posted on d block I’ll be thuggin wid d 40 Slide through I give you 8 fo’ d 40 Next time you come you betta coppa ho 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3:] (Okay, here we go) 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 d 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 wid d chrome, make sure I make it home Early in d mornin, d kitchen shakin salts Nickel an dime, nigga six figures forelong Don’t try this at d crib, all ma niggas thuggin like this where I live Stevie Joe I don’t need ID, the lil niggas in d hood wanna be like me, mothafucka