Dirt

Sippin on surfactant
Get rich off some draxxin
Flip it get some packs and
Press the shit to hash man
Never guess what happened
Opps come bussin in
Trippin through the glass when
They posse possuming
Playing dead so they glossin over them
Then they stiffen up sittin up flicking with the sten
Put it to they hem drippin blood on they friend
Fuck the love where's my stuff I really need the ends

Need a means to an end, I mean green don't mean stems
I don't plead for success, I put in the work

Need my team as the best, don't need bling or a vest cept it's
Still on my chest we been doing dirt

Got a ring for analys and the plink for enemies
Gimme room i needa breath death it always flirt

I stay handling my biz stacking paper for the miss
Give it back to the kids or there isn't worth

Put it on a shirt
I ain't gon' lose
Bitches always twerk
For the homies in the jewels
Cigettes always burn
And blood'll always ooze
Man I'll never learn
If I have a roof
On my vert if I ain't leaping for the oop
When we needing two to get ahead
I don't need this crew
To get my bread
But it's Su
Til i'm dead
Vv tatted on my leg
Amuputee tho shit a peg
Got disease bro shit the bed
I feel evil don't feel dread
Fuck a needle dope is this
Spittin omnipotent
Sippin on juice in gin
Yall just impotent
My gust's an instrument
Yall hit some turbulence
I bust and bit the pen
Yall just gon sip some hen
In the room no elephant's
I just said it all

Need a means to an end, I mean green don't mean stems
I don't plead for success, I put in the work

Need my team as the best, don't need bling or a vest cept it's
Still on my chest we been doing dirt

Got a ring for analys and the plink for enemies
Gimme room i needa breath death it always flirt

I stay handling my biz stacking paper for the miss
Give it back to the kids or there isn't worth



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Martin Pruyn
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