DIRT NASTY LOW

New wheels, import
Limo tint windows
Got a twin bank, it don't move slow
It's a V8 in this four-door
With a big body for more hoes
Might drift this on backroads
Need a lift kit like a Powerstroke
Cuz this whip dirt nasty low

Charging the game like a demon, a challenger
Taking control, I can't live like a passenger
Hella way up from the times I was broke
But I knew it won't last I got wealth in my vascular
Sun don't shine in the shade so while
You been busy chillin' I been busy getting paid
Er'day a new play to bring hundreds my way
Money magnet in my mind and it manifest more my way
Me and Magic, we a proper dos
Cuz we always got something to bump (It's Magic, man)
I'm on go mode, twin turbo
Ain't no time to be starting a slump
And you know that I stay with the bread like Panera
No cap but I'm really gon' bring a new era
To rap bruh my flow is my merit
And Magic got magic for beats man that shit is apparent

New wheels, import
Limo tint windows
Got a twin bank, it don't move slow
It's a V8 in this four-door
With a big body for more hoes
Might drift this on backroads
Need a lift kit like a Powerstroke
Cuz this whip dirt nasty low

Waltz in like I been here a minute
Ya girl stop ya sentence before you could finish
She fuck with my aura she thinking bout sinning
I told her to end it before we begin
Toeing the line between fate and the foolish
But now it's my time and my trend lookin' bullish
Ya wallet on 10-31 lookin' ghoulish
My style don't allow that I gotta be ruthless
Drop a gear and disappear, clutch kick round the curve
Foreign cruisin' windows down and you know I'm off the herb
Intergalactic, drippin' water like a baptist
Fatness evergreen my pockets
Now these motherfuckers plastic always asking like
"Hey big boss, let a nigga hold a dollar"
Like I'm Chris Rock back in Bed Stuy
Man I love to give back but you ain't never had mine
So for you a brotha not that guy (BITCH)
My stu is a kitchen but don't need no recipe
Cuoco del giorno, I'm serving up specialties
Cheffin' since birth, food or music it's destiny
Guess we should marry cuz it's til the death of me
Swingin' open new doors cuz I got the fuckin key like Keegan
Thumbin' through the leaf 50 shades so green
Got me feelin' like a vegan
I do my own thing and it feels so sweet
I don't do no trick or treatin'
What I tell you when I say that I run it top down
I don't need no feature, blessed

New wheels, import
Limo tint windows
Got a twin bank, it don't move slow
It's a V8 in this four-door
With a big body for more hoes
Might drift this on backroads
Need a lift kit like a Powerstroke
Cuz this whip dirt nasty low

Dirt Nasty Low, yeah this whip Dirt Nasty Low
Dirt Nasty Low, yeah this whip Dirt Nasty Low
It's a V8 in this four-door with a big bank it don't move slow
Dirt Nasty Low, yeah this whip Dirt Nasty Low



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Gaines, Ursinae
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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