[Intro: Juvenile]
Y'all know what it is, n***a
It's Neno and Philthy Rich in this bitch
I'ma tell you like this, yeah
Loose lips sink ships
N***a, and some of you motherfuckers lips saying aircraft carriers
Need to shut your fucking mouth up, mind your own and get your own, n***a
Stay out of my way, and I ain't in your's
Let's do this
As we proceed

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Two things you can't come back from
Being a snitch and a fagget
Make sure my n***as eat, when I ain't have it
My young n***as calling me to come get on something
That n***a's calling from jail, so they could hold something
You gotta keep it 100, all the way around
Sending jail pics for my n***as when I'm out of town
Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound
You'd be the fakest n***a, if you let them down

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
They don't know what I go through, what these fagget ass hoеs do
They think that they know, but it's not a lot that I show you
They blind to thе facts, they just seeing what they seeing
All they know is I'm having money, and I'm riding European
'Cause a n***a stand out, so they got they hand out
Same n***as wanted me dead, what I was hearing 'bout
Kept the lord in my life, and my head to the sky
Them n***as wasn't at [?] when I was fighting for my life
Man, that only made me stronger, since then my money longer
Old friends from the past, been on my phone longer
[?] from the main, and Rick, he from the hill
Behind them two n***as, [?] clapping behind the steal
Yeah [?] on my line, he tryna get his appeal
[?] comisary, he tryna get him a mill
I'm just tryna get a deal, and show him this shit is real
For my n***as read the paper, they say that I just got killed
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Two things you can't come back from
Being a snitch and a fagget
Make sure my n***as eat, when I ain't have it
My young n***as calling me to come get on something
That n***a's calling from jail, so they could hold something
You gotta keep it 100, all the way around
Sending jail pics for my n***as when I'm out of town
Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound
You'd be the fakest n***a, if you let them down

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Rats everywhere, they got cheese eaters around us
You was tryna hide, but they told them, now you surrounded
They collect the money, they [?] put you in county
Took you off the streets, and put 20 G's on the bounty
You ain a dirty world, [?] pull the soap out
Nobody hanging n***as, but n***as'll pull a roap out
You ain't hear the story, 'bout how they ran in my ho house?
I ain't even know it, until they pull all the [?] out
Somebody put the low out, know how they go out
Hate to see you [?] we fuck him up when we roll out
Rat city, these snitches talking they mouth off
Load up the chopper, and use the bullets as mouth wash

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Two things you can't come back from
Being a snitch and a fagget
Make sure my n***as eat, when I ain't have it
My young n***as calling me to come get on something
That n***a's calling from jail, so they could hold something
You gotta keep it 100, all the way around
Sending jail pics for my n***as when I'm out of town
Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound
You'd be the fakest n***a, if you let them down