[Intro]
It's WT Prodz

[Chorus: Phillio Haych]
Philly don't dance and I'll step with smoke
Slap a .32 bell through your jumper
Might slap .45 shells through your coat
Philly been dishing out smoke
3200, my favourite coat
Slap that off tryna turn man ghost
The Farm ones steady quick on their toes
And I'm giving 'em smoke, it's the life they chose

[Verse 1: Phillio Haych]
Dezzie got hit with the P22 and a 9 millimetre Beretta
Lz and Trapo got hit with the .40 10 millime' on their blocka
Three got hit with the Glock 19 and a Hi-Power Browner
So I don't wanna hear about Abra Cadabra
He ain't never spun no couper
15 Totty where I backed my machine and slapped six at a patty
GB love get double tappy
Rise that machine and slap off gladly
For him I'll step, slap someone's head
Catch a kill for my killy
Kermit, SJ, Lz and Bando see me and all try hop out on Philly
So you know I backed my thingy
Started rinsing and then got real clappy
Real life booter, I shoot shooters
So you know who gunned down Eddy
Little bro Huntz, loves him a hunt
Taped off scene, left the Woods all messy
Taped-taped off scene, left the Woods all messy
[Verse 2: Rellz]
Which straight drop? Man mixed it
Jumped on road to get yourself all yinged up
Chinged up, bro got smoke in the ride
If he slaps his corn he might do it in a linger
I can't snitch and tell like my man
Free bro Trills, he's a real life driller
Lurk in a club where Headie got his jewels all took
And he still wanna try and be inner
About your bro had a huncho planking
How many times did he slap his spinner?
Why the fuck he called 007
When Sparkz with the Glock 40 done got him?
Philly way too drilly
Why you think Drizzy wan' look like Hamza?
Look, bro slap corn out the handting
Izzpot lost one sight to bro's dagger
The white come white like Frozen
The dark come like dark like Cleveland Brown
Slap two bells on the ting
Watch the opps dem run when we're sliding around
Them man some clowns
Should've stayed in school, they like Mickey Mouse
They like "Rellz, oh how?
Like, wow, like, teach me how to get man down"
[Chorus: Phillio Haych]
Philly don't dance and I'll step with smoke
Slap a .32 bell through your jumper
Might slap .45 shells through your coat
Philly been dishing out smoke
3200, my favourite coat
Slap that off tryna turn man ghost
The Farm ones steady quick on their toes
And I'm giving 'em smoke, it's the life they chose