DIRTY!

Come in the backroom

Backing up like I don't give a ****

Gotta move the bricks

Bands so I could get the truck

What up with it, buddy?

Side

Uh, dirty (Dirty)

Money, I'ma make you look dirty

Poke it out

Funny how the world caught up with me (Yeah)

Heard them plates in New York don't **** with me

Sheeple (Sheeple)

Keep it transparent, y'all see-through

Help me out

Mama used to bump Grizzy, no Beatles

Big [?] to get seat from the Eagles

Karma

In L.A. with that Blicky playing Contra

Nasty

You gon' meet the fist like Arthur (Uh)

Lost Crew with the cops, I'm Lana

Two cigs, Big Pun and Fat Joe, they twins

Pull it out, get to bummin' like Sims

And I don't need twenty niggas to defense

Dirty

Get low

Huh, get low

Uh, uh

****

Better have ten, nah, nah, nigga, we—

Dawg, look at these niggas

Grind my teeth how they spit so much filler (For real)

Wannabe just to wanna be wanna be wiggas

Same wannabes wanna be killers, mhm

Weak-ass rhymes (Weak), weak-ass lines (Weak)

Same old synths, them weak-ass live (Facts)

Fresh carpool, this lane all mine (Uh)

Already lacked, can't nobody get by

Who you gon' call when the trends all die? (Ayy)

Niggas follow, I been walkin' my path the whole time (Yeah)

Shit hurts worse when you deep in the grind

I don't [?] like Pac in the prime

Style so slutty, even you gotta try it (What else?)

My shit, yeah, big drum on the .9 (What else?)

When you spit [?], you doin' your own time

And you can't get it back, niggas know I ain't lyin'

Huh

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