Dirty K

Said I'm slidin wit a dirty k heard u still slidin wit a 38
You don't want no beef with 556 I bet he hit ya face
Feds behind the vette I bet I take em on a fuckin chase
Bag up on my head I'm strapped to take my bitch out on a date

27 switchy ridn around with a felony
Won't never take my bitch up on no drill cause she might tell on me
Baby ask me how I get them racks shit they fell on me
She love the way I talk see I'm a dog wanna be a flea
Double cup look like diabetes but ain't nun sweet
Said u pimped ya hoe she came around and gave that shit up free
Break bread with all my dawgs give me one I bet I give em three
Bitch it's B.C not bout the guap then please don't talk to me

I came from the dirt that's why they feel me yeah I give em hope
We all come from the slums no pot to piss I know it's hard to cope
The only role models that I had shit they was sellin dope
So bitch I jumped up off the fuckin porch and got it on my own

I went straight to the bag I ran straight to the cash
My dead loved ones make me fast ain't no such thing as Last
Now I just look at my past like look where we at
Cribs, whips, and the racks I ain't never goin' back

To that bullshit heard these pussies want me dead so I keep full clips
Let em try ta touch my man he'll see ah morgue quick
I don't like nobody disrespectful on my Dul shit

I'm sellin' (sshh) on the low that's yo man? He a hoe
You really thought she was the one I took your bitch and fucked her throat
Tweak team don't want no smoke yeah they know that I'm on Goooooo
Bayonet up on the Drac pussy boy don't get poked



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Writer(s): Robbie Slagle
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