Yo
What's up
Filo
Beddo
Yo mouths drop watching Liz with those stilettos
Woody took care of that biz in palmetto
Those were the days when you smoke to feel mellow
Now we're chillin' on the Brooklyn bridge bumping Filo Beddo
We're bumming Slumming having fun in the summertime
Smoke American spirits in the car drinking red wine
Blasting songs from the past got alpine speakers
This crackhead asked for a light and my boy spit on his sneakers
These are the days that we look down with ill intent
People chill at will living lives will end up hell bent
Muscle head sticks out his chest like he never lost a war
The night before his girl left her panties in my top drawer
And we won't get jaded with a beat that's clearly faded
Fool us once we won't get fooled again it's outdated
What's up now quiet as a church mouse
Filo Beddo in the fucking house