Sniper Gang feat. Syko Bob - Sniper Gang Presents Syko Bob & Snapkatt: Nightmare Babies

Dirt On My Boots (feat. Syko Bob)

Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
Beat the block with FNs, screamin', "Fuck it" while I spin
Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
Nigga, dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in
I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in
I got dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin
Dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin

I got dirt on my boots, I'm tryna wipe them bitches off
I done made a mama cry every time I took a loss
I get funky, I get stank, smellin' like a fish tank
I get funky, I get stank, smellin' like a fish tank
I pick my killers over your killers like we playin' big bang
I pick my killers over your killers 'cause they all gon' play
If you're hungry, bitch, eat, I'ma slang my heat
I got dirt on my boot, big steppin' in these streets
Matter fact, bitch, I'm stompin', I ain't playin' with no beef
I'm with wild dogs, untamed, uncontrolled by the leash
Give me the X, I'm gon' eat, show me the freak, I'm gon' skeet
Nigga point me to the beast and I'ma leave his brains to his feet

Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
Beat the block with FNs, screamin', "Fuck it" while I spin
Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
Nigga, dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in
I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in
I got dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin
Dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin

You ever hit a nigga close range, got the blood on your shirt?
You ever hid behind some bushes just to put him on a shirt?
Man, you fuck niggas got no motion, left no blood on his turf
I was in juvie, lost my heart when I was snatchin' hoes' purses (Bah)
"Get down, lay down," that's what I was screamin' at fifteen
Up that bitch, bust that bitch, that's a body on a stick
It's a body on a stick, that mean his shit on a stick
Hit stick, droppin' top, I'm hangin' out when I spit
If I up it, I'm gon' bust it, if I'm clutchin', who gon' touch me?
I'll knock a nigga way down, leave him smaller then a greyhound
Lil' nigga with big fire, I'm still scorin' touchdowns
Nigga bent his ass, get down, and I'm only hundred and sixty pounds

Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
Beat the block with FNs, screamin', "Fuck it" while I spin
Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
Nigga, dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin
I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in
I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in
I got dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin
Dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin

Credits
Writer(s): Jesus Bobe, Andrew O Brien, Cambrell Smart
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