Dirty Dan

How you sellin out yo brudda i thought that was yo mans
Nigga gotta grow up i told ya can't hold ya momma hand
You a fan clockin my movement go get another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim

Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for the niggas who ain't heard of me
Tryna hit em in his head nigga gon need some surgery
Choppa hit his face, turn that lil nigga to history
Mask up throw the gun, how he died that shit a mystery
You know I don't play so watch yo self and watch yo bitch
I got da blick still beat em black and blue
Looking like you stitch my niggas shiesty I'll break yo heart
Tell em fuck yo bitch thats on da gang
Put you on a tee, leave you in a ditch
Face a wood smoking dead niggas this shit got me coughing
Ain't no rapper but just pay attention cause I ain't just talking
Not a warning it's a promise I can put you in a coffin

In the coffin niggas dodging
Phone be busy niggas callin
And I put it on my momma
I know imma see them commas
I be chillin fuck da drama
Fuckin in a sauna
This shit harder and it's hotter
Like im Harden I be ballin

I take yo shit can't get it back
We don't do dat internet
Knocking off his fitted cap oh thats yo bitch well gimme that
She for the team yea thats a fact
Nigga think bout robbing me
He gon be where God gon be
Ain't no problem solving me
Know i keep that glock with me
I just fucked her bestie and her sister i call them twins
Ain't no ballerina but i still might go and spin
Call his ass DOA cause he ain't have a chance
Pulling up and hopping out yea don't forget his friends
Caught em seen em he overshook made em sht his pants
I don't really talk to much but you know what I'm saying
Bitches steady choosing always tripping bout my mans
I don't really trip bout goofies niggas really fans
And I got them bands
I still ain't throwing hands
I took yo shit you ran
I guess that won't the plan
You know what I'm saying niggas fucking with them xans
Nah bitch ian playing call my glock dirty dan

Get to bussin yea dats stick talk niggas bitches out here fussin
Drop yo lo and then I'm rushing where I'm at?
Bitch I'm coming beat so hard this bitch thumping
No one on ones bitch we jumpin
On his head bitch we stomping
We finnesed him for da money
Hide yo shit cause bitch we coming
Get yo blick cause bitch we coming
When it come down to a pussy nigga ain't no fuckin running
And these pussy niggas laughing ion think that this shit funny
On gang

She my favorite from Louisiana so I call her popeye
And she cockeye
She got a fat ass she make it shake like we at five guys

Beating up they block got it hot like it's some hot fries
These bitches basic I ain't fucking with em they ain't my kind

When my niggas slide we ain't stopping at no stop sign
You love to talk that shit well pussy nigga imma pop mine

Imma pop her cherry cus we fuckin for the first time
How you sellin out yo bro that's yo mans like the first line
Fuckin with my niggas you gon have to pay that hearse fine
Baby mama always pullin up the fuckin worst time
Shorty asking for a chiropractor I broke her spine
I be aging slowly shorty like to call me fine wine

Nigga like me only fuck with dimes a ten the minimal
I like to keep my small circle of niggas it's cylindrical
I clock in for the grind a nigga really workin ten-two
Im feelin you
One day imma get me and my niggas in a bigger booth
Bro just tryna fuck not really worried bout who healin you
She said imma pisces but my vices still not into you
You done broke the code now you ain't gang that's just the principle
I just want her number send her 8 ball im the prince of pool



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Writer(s): Johnathan Richardson, Mikaili Ingram
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