Dirk Nowitzki
I heard he a dead nigga
Well he a dead nigga for a reason
Niggas dying this a bloody season
It get crazy you get caught loafing now yo body bleeding
Laying dead ona pavement yea I done see it
I don't pay attention to these niggas they a bunch of clowns
Told you before leave one in the head i don't need 30 rounds
Nigga lied on his dead homies he said he selling brown
If they coming at me time to hunt they tryna bring me down
I got a Lul cash I ain't done till I touch a hunnid
I just want the head none more y'all bitches be dummies
Don't call my phone I ain't coming outside less we fucking
If we sliding on some nigga hit they block drop a hunnid
I smoke wood after wood after wood after wood
I'm dolo but I'm riding with that wish a nigga would
I like how you suck it her response was as you should
If I can go back and save my homie life I swear I would
I heard they chilling on they block tweaking off some adderall
Catch em onnat back street if they sleeping finna flip the car
Front line with my boys ain't duckin shit why you staring hard
Carve the number 4 in his chest so they kno who we are
Yea I don't back track
Swag school I be fresh as hell like I'm glo cap
Gucci on my head Ferragamo where my waist at
How many nigga you want dead I need 4 clapped
I need a hunnid racks
Nigga got chased in his hood where yo gun at
I need 50 ona glock 40 where the drums at
The opps don't be shooting back nomo where the fun at
You need 30 in the clip I want 30 in the bank
You was just on my dick how you telling hoes you ain't
It's levels to this shit only so much I can take
On the road to riches cant afford to hit the breaks
I Ain gon lie ima get the head then I'm skating
I had to cut my brudda off he fucking with a snake
Shortie on my dick she wanna fuck let's make a tape
I see you niggas thinking that it's over y'all ain't safe
Y'all can't fuck with me
I be tryna keep bro on a leash he tryna kill the city
I been doing this forever nigga think it's stuck with me
Pussy singing on some different shit I'm finna call it Whitney
I been scoring on niggas off one foot like I'm dirk nowitzki
Well he a dead nigga for a reason
Niggas dying this a bloody season
It get crazy you get caught loafing now yo body bleeding
Laying dead ona pavement yea I done see it
I don't pay attention to these niggas they a bunch of clowns
Told you before leave one in the head i don't need 30 rounds
Nigga lied on his dead homies he said he selling brown
If they coming at me time to hunt they tryna bring me down
I got a Lul cash I ain't done till I touch a hunnid
I just want the head none more y'all bitches be dummies
Don't call my phone I ain't coming outside less we fucking
If we sliding on some nigga hit they block drop a hunnid
I smoke wood after wood after wood after wood
I'm dolo but I'm riding with that wish a nigga would
I like how you suck it her response was as you should
If I can go back and save my homie life I swear I would
I heard they chilling on they block tweaking off some adderall
Catch em onnat back street if they sleeping finna flip the car
Front line with my boys ain't duckin shit why you staring hard
Carve the number 4 in his chest so they kno who we are
Yea I don't back track
Swag school I be fresh as hell like I'm glo cap
Gucci on my head Ferragamo where my waist at
How many nigga you want dead I need 4 clapped
I need a hunnid racks
Nigga got chased in his hood where yo gun at
I need 50 ona glock 40 where the drums at
The opps don't be shooting back nomo where the fun at
You need 30 in the clip I want 30 in the bank
You was just on my dick how you telling hoes you ain't
It's levels to this shit only so much I can take
On the road to riches cant afford to hit the breaks
I Ain gon lie ima get the head then I'm skating
I had to cut my brudda off he fucking with a snake
Shortie on my dick she wanna fuck let's make a tape
I see you niggas thinking that it's over y'all ain't safe
Y'all can't fuck with me
I be tryna keep bro on a leash he tryna kill the city
I been doing this forever nigga think it's stuck with me
Pussy singing on some different shit I'm finna call it Whitney
I been scoring on niggas off one foot like I'm dirk nowitzki
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Writer(s): Delmarr Calhoun
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