Dirt Lyrics
[Intro]
I'm that nigga
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Oh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, nigga
Yeah, cutthroat La Familia, nigga
It's a family, not a gang
And not a game
[Chorus]
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kurt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I'm gon' bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged
Ayy, f*ck this fame and f*ck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain't no shame up in my gang, I'm tryna get it off (Off)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (Soft)
[Verse]
I just stay out the way (The way), and collect my bread (My bread)
If you get in my way (My way), you get one in the head (Head, yeah)
Goyard full of blues (Blues), sippin' on— sippin' on red (Red)
Like Worm, I'm 'bout my money (My money), I smoke your ass, like Craig (Yeah)
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I'm a player, I can show you how to play it (Yeah)
Yeah, steppin' on niggas, no pledge (Uh)
Go to sleep with a chop' by the bed (Bah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (Yeah)
(All this ice on me, I need a sled, uh)
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