Dirty Stick
I got this dirty stick, this .45 hitter
Caught up on my opps, I see wassup
Yea, heard that nigga dissing on twitter
Cut my ex bitch off I know that she bitter
New bitch got a hour glass figure
Police see the sticks on my couch come get em'
Niggas be hating 'cause they know that I'm winning
Picked up a mic know I gotta be different
I'm digging they grave, put my opps in a swisher
Cop me a tommy I fuck with Hilfiger, voice got her wet I ain't even a singer
Throwin' some rackz at a hoe gotta change her
If I hop on your song just know it's sum major
Can't hate the game 'cause I know I'm a player
Love the support I'm fucking with my haters
Uh uh
2 heavy shots in the glock
Sell a pack when I'm rich I bet I never stop
Blick go bah bah bah on your block
Yall niggas be telling I still ain't get caught
Fuck with LulSwerve that's my slime, snot
90 degrees in your hood, hot
Need a rich bitch I ain't fucking no thots
Say I toss her to Swerve he gon' beat up the box
Me and Lulheim we stacking this paper
Gotta watch what I'm doing gotta watch for the neighbors
Yea I'm blowing the horn tell em' get out the way
Why that nigga try hide when we know where he stay
I just ran up a check got it straight out the bank
All my niggas they sharks you can't come in the tank
Yea you thinkin' he hard but that's not what we think
If he look at me wrong then he gone in a blink
We don't fold under pressure, na I don't got time for the lectures
Only girl I talk to is alexa, we gon' slide on his block in a Tesla
We outside we don't care bout the weather
Only shooting like 30 or better, yea she bad but my bitch look better
Looking fly in a gucci sweater (Gucci sweater)
Yea he thinkin' he hard Imma test him
Hop on the stage we gon' rock out
Stay in the lab you know I don't clock out
Put 6 on the board like I'm scoring a touchdown
I had niggas thinking I won't make it out
He want some smoke this shit going down
Niggas think it's a game I ain't playing around
If he step outta line knock his ass out of bounds
My plug ain't fat but he got all the pounds
(Yea he got all the pounds)
6 shots turn a nigga smile to a frown
By myself ain't nobody around
Opp claim it's up then the glock put him down
Her parents came home told her don't make a sound
King of this rap shit, give me my crown
Hotel sex we gon' check in the lounge
Got too much bars I'm running out of nouns
Kill streak on the opps make em' run out of town
Big GMG, on the gram I ain't posting no beef
Five star shooters they clutching from three
That bitch she a hoe she gon' live for the streets
Me and my bitch like nicki and meek she rap better than me
Give her a verse she gon' fuck up the beat
Stock-x drip got the fucking receipt
Young solid nigga my heart in the streets
Fake it till you make it, slide in rentals
Stealing yo beat, instrumental
Push up too your hood like it's sweet
Six shots in the back like lebron in the heat
Come unexpected wipe you off your feet
My dog try trip had to get em a leash
Talkin' my shit like meechy, blick deep fry a nigga shit getting greasy
Throw up a 4 john cena can't see me
Just started rapping niggas wan' envy
How many sticks we got? plenty
Slide in a ford no chevy
Opp say they kno' where I'm at come get me
Uh
Uh
Too much fire give your ears a break
Walk down man how I make shit shake
One year ago ain't have a buck on my plate
I got this dirty stick, this .45 hitter
Caught up on my opps, I see wassup
Yea, heard that nigga dissing on twitter
Cut my ex bitch off I know that she bitter
New bitch got a hour glass figure
Police see the sticks on my couch come get em'
Niggas be hating 'cause they know that I'm winning
Picked up a mic know I gotta be different
I'm digging they grave, put my opps in a swisher
Cop me a tommy I fuck with Hilfiger, voice got her wet I ain't even a singer
Throwin' some rackz at a hoe gotta change her
If I hop on your song just know it's sum major
Can't hate the game 'cause I know I'm a player
Love the support I'm fucking with my haters
Caught up on my opps, I see wassup
Yea, heard that nigga dissing on twitter
Cut my ex bitch off I know that she bitter
New bitch got a hour glass figure
Police see the sticks on my couch come get em'
Niggas be hating 'cause they know that I'm winning
Picked up a mic know I gotta be different
I'm digging they grave, put my opps in a swisher
Cop me a tommy I fuck with Hilfiger, voice got her wet I ain't even a singer
Throwin' some rackz at a hoe gotta change her
If I hop on your song just know it's sum major
Can't hate the game 'cause I know I'm a player
Love the support I'm fucking with my haters
Uh uh
2 heavy shots in the glock
Sell a pack when I'm rich I bet I never stop
Blick go bah bah bah on your block
Yall niggas be telling I still ain't get caught
Fuck with LulSwerve that's my slime, snot
90 degrees in your hood, hot
Need a rich bitch I ain't fucking no thots
Say I toss her to Swerve he gon' beat up the box
Me and Lulheim we stacking this paper
Gotta watch what I'm doing gotta watch for the neighbors
Yea I'm blowing the horn tell em' get out the way
Why that nigga try hide when we know where he stay
I just ran up a check got it straight out the bank
All my niggas they sharks you can't come in the tank
Yea you thinkin' he hard but that's not what we think
If he look at me wrong then he gone in a blink
We don't fold under pressure, na I don't got time for the lectures
Only girl I talk to is alexa, we gon' slide on his block in a Tesla
We outside we don't care bout the weather
Only shooting like 30 or better, yea she bad but my bitch look better
Looking fly in a gucci sweater (Gucci sweater)
Yea he thinkin' he hard Imma test him
Hop on the stage we gon' rock out
Stay in the lab you know I don't clock out
Put 6 on the board like I'm scoring a touchdown
I had niggas thinking I won't make it out
He want some smoke this shit going down
Niggas think it's a game I ain't playing around
If he step outta line knock his ass out of bounds
My plug ain't fat but he got all the pounds
(Yea he got all the pounds)
6 shots turn a nigga smile to a frown
By myself ain't nobody around
Opp claim it's up then the glock put him down
Her parents came home told her don't make a sound
King of this rap shit, give me my crown
Hotel sex we gon' check in the lounge
Got too much bars I'm running out of nouns
Kill streak on the opps make em' run out of town
Big GMG, on the gram I ain't posting no beef
Five star shooters they clutching from three
That bitch she a hoe she gon' live for the streets
Me and my bitch like nicki and meek she rap better than me
Give her a verse she gon' fuck up the beat
Stock-x drip got the fucking receipt
Young solid nigga my heart in the streets
Fake it till you make it, slide in rentals
Stealing yo beat, instrumental
Push up too your hood like it's sweet
Six shots in the back like lebron in the heat
Come unexpected wipe you off your feet
My dog try trip had to get em a leash
Talkin' my shit like meechy, blick deep fry a nigga shit getting greasy
Throw up a 4 john cena can't see me
Just started rapping niggas wan' envy
How many sticks we got? plenty
Slide in a ford no chevy
Opp say they kno' where I'm at come get me
Uh
Uh
Too much fire give your ears a break
Walk down man how I make shit shake
One year ago ain't have a buck on my plate
I got this dirty stick, this .45 hitter
Caught up on my opps, I see wassup
Yea, heard that nigga dissing on twitter
Cut my ex bitch off I know that she bitter
New bitch got a hour glass figure
Police see the sticks on my couch come get em'
Niggas be hating 'cause they know that I'm winning
Picked up a mic know I gotta be different
I'm digging they grave, put my opps in a swisher
Cop me a tommy I fuck with Hilfiger, voice got her wet I ain't even a singer
Throwin' some rackz at a hoe gotta change her
If I hop on your song just know it's sum major
Can't hate the game 'cause I know I'm a player
Love the support I'm fucking with my haters
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Writer(s): Keshawn Forbes
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