Dirty
Walk inside the store, where you tryna go?
Told her let me know, told her let me know
These days they just do me dirty
I remember when bitches used to curve me
Yeah, now I pull up and I'm shining
Cuban link around my neck, ice, snow flurry
Yeah, you just mad because all your chains tiny
Yeah, all my chains shiny
Yeah, you be hatin' all the time
But if you got a problem, you know where to find me
Yeah, dripped out in that Fendi, locked and loaded
With my semi tell them bitches come get at me
Real Goblin, man, these cameras flashing
When we stepping through that scene
Diamonds dancing, make them disappear
With this glock like magic, Rick and Morty
Blasting through that space
Only thing I chase is a blue face
Before we take a trip, add them rubber bands in the suitcase
Take off in that V8, floating engine on that freeway
Remember times they count me out
Now we chasing money on that paper route
Bet these niggas hate me now
Remember rapping on that mic for free
But they pay me now, captain clutch my dawg
And we speeding in this demon and knock them off for any reason
Labels calling, we forever ballin'
I just need my dogs right by my side
When I blow up to the top, they'll be surprised
Hatin' on my dog, but watch him pop out with a rise
Red carpet, walking on that line
She won't talk to me unless she see that bag
Don't play me like no dummy
I know who I am inside my pockets
I can't fit these bands, that's why my pants sag
Oh she think she slick, oh she think she bad
Well I got money for my future kids
This ain't no jet lag
Ain't no stopping, I'm just chasing shit I never had
These days they just do me dirty
I remember when bitches used to curve me
Yeah, now I pull up and I'm shining
Cuban link around my neck, ice snow flurry
Yeah, you just mad because all your chains tiny
Told her let me know, told her let me know
These days they just do me dirty
I remember when bitches used to curve me
Yeah, now I pull up and I'm shining
Cuban link around my neck, ice, snow flurry
Yeah, you just mad because all your chains tiny
Yeah, all my chains shiny
Yeah, you be hatin' all the time
But if you got a problem, you know where to find me
Yeah, dripped out in that Fendi, locked and loaded
With my semi tell them bitches come get at me
Real Goblin, man, these cameras flashing
When we stepping through that scene
Diamonds dancing, make them disappear
With this glock like magic, Rick and Morty
Blasting through that space
Only thing I chase is a blue face
Before we take a trip, add them rubber bands in the suitcase
Take off in that V8, floating engine on that freeway
Remember times they count me out
Now we chasing money on that paper route
Bet these niggas hate me now
Remember rapping on that mic for free
But they pay me now, captain clutch my dawg
And we speeding in this demon and knock them off for any reason
Labels calling, we forever ballin'
I just need my dogs right by my side
When I blow up to the top, they'll be surprised
Hatin' on my dog, but watch him pop out with a rise
Red carpet, walking on that line
She won't talk to me unless she see that bag
Don't play me like no dummy
I know who I am inside my pockets
I can't fit these bands, that's why my pants sag
Oh she think she slick, oh she think she bad
Well I got money for my future kids
This ain't no jet lag
Ain't no stopping, I'm just chasing shit I never had
These days they just do me dirty
I remember when bitches used to curve me
Yeah, now I pull up and I'm shining
Cuban link around my neck, ice snow flurry
Yeah, you just mad because all your chains tiny
Credits
Writer(s): Jesus Clutch
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