Dirty Dirty
Had to change my ways, had to change my ways
Remember them dog days, I ain't have a thing
Thought he got that pint, thought got that pint,
Thought he got that pint, it was straight tussin
Step up on my yeezy's I might bust ya
Why they call you K2 Raw I hit your bitch no rubber
Had to climb up out the rain, out the dirty rubble
I'm a dirty slime ball mother fucker
I been crossed so many times I swear this pain deep
I just fell off with my bitch I swear she hate me
Heard that nigga full of envy cause he ain't me
I'm making plays in the Honda from state to state
Was just on a yacht with 32 thots down in Miami
Got the block hot, in a new trap spot, that's a double whammy
Fuck that shit he talkin, its a lot at stake
Told that bitch keep walk-in, to rich to go on dates
Know a nigga, stackin all the cake,
Remember them days ain't have, yeah
Now I'm getting paid
I got racks for days
I got baddies on addys
Just fucked a model
Remember them days we ain't have it
Nigga, I had to go grab it
Had to change my ways, had to change my ways
Remember them dog days, I ain't have a thing
Thought he got that pint, thought got that pint,
Thought he got that pint, it was straight tussin
Step up on my yeezy's I might bust ya
Why they call you K2 Raw I hit your bitch no rubber
Had to climb up out the rain, out the dirty rubble
I'm a dirty slime ball mother fucker
I know these niggas hating on me
Pistol on the dresser
I might have to
...Bust em
I might have bring them choppers out, and they gon touch you
I might have to let them shottas out and they come get you
That's on god
That's on gang, with the same gang
Man these niggas lame, on god, they can't hang
Come in with them choppers ready to slay em
And I'm on Mary Jane
Running with that pack just like Usain
Grab the gat, blow your brain
Pack disappear just like Houdini
Make them racks come back just like they Jesus
It revived
Told that bitch I love her, but I lied
Had to change my ways, had to change my ways
Remember them dog days, I ain't have a thing
Thought he got that pint, thought got that pint,
Thought he got that pint, it was straight tussin
Step up on my yeezy's I might bust ya
Why they call you K2 Raw I hit your bitch no rubber
Had to climb up out the rain, out the dirty rubble
I'm a dirty slime ball mother fucker
Remember them dog days, I ain't have a thing
Thought he got that pint, thought got that pint,
Thought he got that pint, it was straight tussin
Step up on my yeezy's I might bust ya
Why they call you K2 Raw I hit your bitch no rubber
Had to climb up out the rain, out the dirty rubble
I'm a dirty slime ball mother fucker
I been crossed so many times I swear this pain deep
I just fell off with my bitch I swear she hate me
Heard that nigga full of envy cause he ain't me
I'm making plays in the Honda from state to state
Was just on a yacht with 32 thots down in Miami
Got the block hot, in a new trap spot, that's a double whammy
Fuck that shit he talkin, its a lot at stake
Told that bitch keep walk-in, to rich to go on dates
Know a nigga, stackin all the cake,
Remember them days ain't have, yeah
Now I'm getting paid
I got racks for days
I got baddies on addys
Just fucked a model
Remember them days we ain't have it
Nigga, I had to go grab it
Had to change my ways, had to change my ways
Remember them dog days, I ain't have a thing
Thought he got that pint, thought got that pint,
Thought he got that pint, it was straight tussin
Step up on my yeezy's I might bust ya
Why they call you K2 Raw I hit your bitch no rubber
Had to climb up out the rain, out the dirty rubble
I'm a dirty slime ball mother fucker
I know these niggas hating on me
Pistol on the dresser
I might have to
...Bust em
I might have bring them choppers out, and they gon touch you
I might have to let them shottas out and they come get you
That's on god
That's on gang, with the same gang
Man these niggas lame, on god, they can't hang
Come in with them choppers ready to slay em
And I'm on Mary Jane
Running with that pack just like Usain
Grab the gat, blow your brain
Pack disappear just like Houdini
Make them racks come back just like they Jesus
It revived
Told that bitch I love her, but I lied
Had to change my ways, had to change my ways
Remember them dog days, I ain't have a thing
Thought he got that pint, thought got that pint,
Thought he got that pint, it was straight tussin
Step up on my yeezy's I might bust ya
Why they call you K2 Raw I hit your bitch no rubber
Had to climb up out the rain, out the dirty rubble
I'm a dirty slime ball mother fucker
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Writer(s): Kahtrell Treadwell
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