DIRT

Cook up on my desk at work
Never let em get in first
I know its the worst
Hunnid on the shirt

You running from a verse
We coming from a hearse
Not to make it worse
Pull up in a church

Pull up in my merch
I could buy the earth
I could fly in first
Ballin since a birth

Sliding into first
Ridin in the merc
Hidin in the dirt
Life came with perks

I dont got no quirks
I pop out to turks
Im not rockin birks
Hit em till it hurts

You might need a nurse
Beat up on the verse
Switch up on the first
Like I got a curse

I get it and I leave
Tapioca in my tea
Stackin up my fees
Plantin money trees

Make it look easy
By the beach with a breeze
Ice on my feet feelin the heat
Dont reach on my steeze

They callin my phone they wanna see me
But I dont appease
Not taking no loan not taking no lease
I buy what I please

Im ready to show im ready to feast
Just gimme a beat
I really dont know but I know at least
I know im a beast

They copy my flow but they slow on the street
My style unique
Im in here with Bo and we silencing beats
Ain't ever a leak

I just switched up on my day to day
Can't touch my shot its cuz I just shoot fade aways
Turn up the heat im too hot with the 808s
Goin to feast till they taking my plate away

Never drive in cruise
Balenciaga boots
Got a point to prove
You not bringing proof

Slidin in the booth
Ridin in a coupe
You know how we do
Countin up blue



Credits
Writer(s): Vyom Rathod
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