Pure Filth

[Intro: Yung Fume & Kwengface]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Corey?, yeah)
I can make a move, I make it (Go, ahh!)

[Chorus: Yung Fume]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit, whip it, yeah)
I can make a move, make it lit (Make it lit)
Runnin' back the pack, that's a myth (That's a myth, myth)
Used to run from couple slabs, couple jibs (Jibs)
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Runtz)
OT trips, really went for months (Months)
Preein' on the kid, I'll take your lunch (Tek it, lunch, woo)
When I look how far I really come, yeah, yeah (Yeah, go, ahh)

[Verse 1: Yung Fume]
Tell 'em "We back" (We back) and I mеan that (Let's go, yeah)
This a Maybach (Yeah, uh) and thеy hate that (They hate)
Rockin' Dior shades, yeah, these ain't no Ray-Bans (No)
That's a wild lil' bitch (Oh, yeah), hold it down, she hold my blick', yeah
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Uh)
OT trips, really went to cunch (Cunch)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit
Make a move, make it lit (Lit)
Look how far we've come (Come, uh)

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Fume]
Climb up the top (Okay), climb up the ladder (Okay)
Free my guys in the box (Okay), rise up the hammer
Man, it's always "Fuck the opps" (Yeah), decline, I don't want it
I won't sign on the dot (I won't), fling bine out your bonnet (Ooh)

[Chorus: Yung Fume & Kwengface]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Whip it, yeah)
I can make a move, make it lit (Make it lit, lit)
Runnin' back the pack, that's a myth (That's a myth, myth)
Used to run from couple slabs, couple jibs (Jibs)
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Runtz)
OT trips, really went for months (Months)
Preein' on the kid, I'll take your lunch (Lunch)
When I look how far I really come (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Kwengface & Yung Fume]
When I look how far I really come (Trench, babe)
I just got it in trouble, lawyer fees, a honey bun (True, true)
Done-done-done-done a drill (Grr), gonna slide in all my ones (Grr, grr)
I been "Fuck you, pay me", got me all about my funds (True, true)
Off-off 'Lato, I'm high (I'm high)
We seekin', they hide (Woof)
She don't know it yet, but bro, Mulatto my wife (Ayy, come 'ere)
I kinda owe no girl, the only girl (Grr) that I owe is bine (True)
This skeng, my guy (Woo), he's itchin' to slide (Skrrt)
I tell these Russian niggas "Get out" 'cause it's Brexit ('Low it, 'low it)
I tell them other niggas "Get out, take that exit" (Mm, mm)
This foreign ting tryna suck me off to Netflix (Mm)
Niggas startin' war, you're askin' for a death wish (True)
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the sensei and the drill scene be my dojo (Mm, true)
I'm from the trenches, so I like them bitches hoe-hoe (Ayy, come 'ere)
I got my stick, got me ridin' like a polo
I'm rockin' Rollies, I remember it was JoJos (True)
Look, oh no (Oh no), bitch, oh no (Oh no)
Got the stick, it's got a spring, I call it pogo (Grr, grr)
Bitch, oh no (Oh no), I switch the flow though (Flow though)
Dip, splash, now, his white tee's lookin' rojo (Dip-dip-dip)

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Fume]
Climb up the top (Yeah), climb up the ladder (Yeah)
Free my guys in the box (Yeah), rise up the hammer
Man, it's always "Fuck the opps" (Yeah), decline, I don't want it
I won't sign on the dot (I won't), fling bine out your bonnet (Ooh)

[Chorus: Yung Fume]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Whip it, yeah)
I can make a movie, make it lit (Make it lit)
Runnin' back the pack, that's a myth (That's a myth)
Used to run from couple slabs, couple jibs (Jibs)
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Runtz)
OT trips, really went for months (Months)
Preein' on the kid, I'll take your lunch (Tek it, lunch)
When I look how far I really come, yeah, yeah (Yeah)