DICKIES SUIT

Bulldog bite your motherfuckin' face off
Touch my nigga in this bitch and we gon' take off
Flip the P now, we about to get this shake off (Uh-huh)
Me and KT gon' move those pounds just like weight loss (Woo)

We body build, that shotty kill, my mommy still a prick (Uh-huh)
I emcee with that hammer and I'm too legit to quit (Uh-huh)
Police comin' so we throw that hammer right over the fence (What?)
Dogs in the backyard, one of our blowers send the pin

I pit got felony from tryna make that shit move (Uh-huh)
All my dogs got records like a crate, you got a big crew
Touchin' nigga's chain if my stomach touch my wrist food
Touch a nigga chain if it's ugly and my rent due (I got)

Creases in my Dickies suit
C-c-cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really true
I'm like Zion with the squad but we can really Duke
You turnin' down feds, we heard your squad went really mute
(I got) Crease-creases in my Dickies suit
C-c-cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really true (Okay we true)
Crease-creases in my Dickies suit (Okay we true)
Crease-creases in my Dickies suit, suit

No Dickie for no broke ho (Uh-huh)
I'm in North Hollywood but I still don't trust no ho (A a)
I'm off that liquor, now my vision movin' slow-mo (Alright)
Make it so they pissed all out on Twitter, I get promo (What?)

My nigga, that should know, know (Uh-huh)
I got an attitude, so girl don't take no photos (Nope bitch)
I'm with my locs and they guaranteed to go loco
I don't bang, we just movin' by the bro code (A a)
Homies act like enemies so I keep that .44 (Alright)
Prices up, and you should lower, I get Polo (Woo)

I'm a freak, I throw that geek, like I'm Polo, dig down
Baby, thinkin' I'm a trick, this ain't no ho stroll, be gone (Uh-huh, bitch)
Like, got my cash from sugar free (Uh-huh)
Ghetto gospel, I'm the bishop, bitch
Yeah, I'm really P-L-A-Y-A, bitch, always testin' me (A a)
Won't hesitate to pull that blower off my dresser piece (I, I, I got)

Creases in my Dickies suit
C-c-cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really true
I'm like Zion with the squad but we can really Duke
You turnin' down feds, we heard your squad went really mute
(I got) Crease-creases in my Dickies suit
C-c-cruisin' 'round the city, bitch we really true (I thought we true)
Crease-creases in my Dickies suit (I thought we true)
Crease-creases in my Dickies suit, suit

(Uh-huh)
(I'll mosh)