Hands Dirty
Dripping running puddle flood
Hands dirty out the mud
Mob ties know plugs
No favors no fucks
More bottles more blunts
Hard knock so what
Mil walkie more bucks
Ain't stopping good luck
They shooting
They clapping
They dumping
They busting
They fiending
They reaching
They itching
For something
I peep it I notice
They nature they motives
They vibe is corrosive
Cant save em
They hopeless
Jordan's
Joggers
Jewelry
Jest
Palm pilot
Pimp shit
On fire shit's lit
Life's hard
So's dick
Same side didn't switch
I'm ace
Rico snitched
Short brown smart thick
Get money my bitch
Big drip from a big fish
That catfish get fish fried
Devils playground be to lit so nowadays don't shit slide
Get yours and I get mine
With that said I got no prob
Taking it where you wanna go
But sometimes I go too far
Dripping running puddle flood
Hands dirty out the mud
Mob ties know plugs
No favors no fucks
More bottles more blunts
Hard knock so what
Mil walkie more bucks
Ain't stopping good luck
Dripping I'm dripping I'm dripping
Shit on my wrist got me froze guess I'm cold as a bitch
I know some young niggas lit
I was down bad on my dick they ain't help out with shit
They see what I do and they go try to copy
Only fucked her one time why she stalking me
My Lil bro called my phone said he proud of me
Got to get it all means know it's bound to be
I go where he go and she go where we go
I pull up big body that tint be illegal
I hit on my teacher can't fuck wit no leaches
You know when we come we bringing go reefer
I call her she be there
She ain't do me no good gave her back to the streets I ain't need her
Use to be in the bleachers
They ain't want to believe in a nigga I swear I been eating
Pole right beside me and twelve right behind me
If I do the dash I don't think they can find me
I'm one of the hottest might get a lil cocky
But bitch I'll be damn I might take off yo noggin
I like how I spice it up
Got the gang right behind you know dat my niggas don't give a fuck
I really run it up
That lil nigga he worried about me he know imma eat him up
Use to sleep on the floor then
Now I'm staying in buildings and looking at places to go in
I'm always gone go in
I ain't never been pussy I come from the gutter fear no man
These niggas be flexing wit no band
Print on her ass like a suntan
Shot my first pistol at redans
Shout out my nigga 4 seasons
Dripping running puddle flood
Hands dirty out the mud
Mob ties know plugs
No favors no fucks
More bottles more blunts
Hard knock so what
Mil walkie more bucks
Ain't stopping good luck
Hands dirty out the mud
Mob ties know plugs
No favors no fucks
More bottles more blunts
Hard knock so what
Mil walkie more bucks
Ain't stopping good luck
They shooting
They clapping
They dumping
They busting
They fiending
They reaching
They itching
For something
I peep it I notice
They nature they motives
They vibe is corrosive
Cant save em
They hopeless
Jordan's
Joggers
Jewelry
Jest
Palm pilot
Pimp shit
On fire shit's lit
Life's hard
So's dick
Same side didn't switch
I'm ace
Rico snitched
Short brown smart thick
Get money my bitch
Big drip from a big fish
That catfish get fish fried
Devils playground be to lit so nowadays don't shit slide
Get yours and I get mine
With that said I got no prob
Taking it where you wanna go
But sometimes I go too far
Dripping running puddle flood
Hands dirty out the mud
Mob ties know plugs
No favors no fucks
More bottles more blunts
Hard knock so what
Mil walkie more bucks
Ain't stopping good luck
Dripping I'm dripping I'm dripping
Shit on my wrist got me froze guess I'm cold as a bitch
I know some young niggas lit
I was down bad on my dick they ain't help out with shit
They see what I do and they go try to copy
Only fucked her one time why she stalking me
My Lil bro called my phone said he proud of me
Got to get it all means know it's bound to be
I go where he go and she go where we go
I pull up big body that tint be illegal
I hit on my teacher can't fuck wit no leaches
You know when we come we bringing go reefer
I call her she be there
She ain't do me no good gave her back to the streets I ain't need her
Use to be in the bleachers
They ain't want to believe in a nigga I swear I been eating
Pole right beside me and twelve right behind me
If I do the dash I don't think they can find me
I'm one of the hottest might get a lil cocky
But bitch I'll be damn I might take off yo noggin
I like how I spice it up
Got the gang right behind you know dat my niggas don't give a fuck
I really run it up
That lil nigga he worried about me he know imma eat him up
Use to sleep on the floor then
Now I'm staying in buildings and looking at places to go in
I'm always gone go in
I ain't never been pussy I come from the gutter fear no man
These niggas be flexing wit no band
Print on her ass like a suntan
Shot my first pistol at redans
Shout out my nigga 4 seasons
Dripping running puddle flood
Hands dirty out the mud
Mob ties know plugs
No favors no fucks
More bottles more blunts
Hard knock so what
Mil walkie more bucks
Ain't stopping good luck
Credits
Writer(s): Jabari Kirksey
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