Dirt McGerk

(album: Pistolz & Pearlz - 2023)

Smoking on Dirt McGerk, it's easy
Ayy, uh

I'ma go and change the speed
I'm on cocaine and weed
Smoking on Dirt McGerk
Sipping on syrup with the Perc'
See, I'm on the lows and highs
I don't play with my nose, I'm lying
I stay on my Q's and P's
I just be getting my B's
I'm banging no B's and C's
Them crackers done gave me the keys
I got a few mill', I'm pleased
My nigga, he kill with ease
You run up, you gon' get blast
I'm moving on slowed and fast (Fast)
That mean I'm on downs and ups (Ups)
Yeah, nigga, I'm sour as fuck (Fuck)
I don't know what's in my cup (Cup)
I just keep feeling myself (Feeling myself)
I just be feeling myself (Feeling myself)
I've just been feeling myself (Feeling myself)

Yeah, yeah, and I love all my shiners to death
I'm forever off Addies and X
It's the water boy out in exec'
Get aluminum pan off the chef
It's essential when cooking this meth
With no mention, shit fuck with my breath
Had me put all my demons to rest
He was dry, he ain't had to get wet
Do the same if you wanna get drenched
I'm so quick with this fin like a fish
I'm so quick with this fin off my hip
Pop a ten, she ain't fucking me quick
Break her heart, then she love me again
If you love me, bitch, carry these bricks
I ain't trick, give my junkie a kiss
Help me bring some more customers in

Serving niggas exotic and Roxy
Got me losing a count of these bodies
Big bro gave me piece of the meth
I hear voices, I'm talking to death
Run up on me, I'm leaving 'em stretched
I done made it out, breaking a sweat
Lil D, Fetty, Quan, Jeezy, Will, who I'm smoking on next?
Me and Tazz really Kobe and shaq
Add LeBron if you throwing in Yak
I sent the text, then he turned around, then I left that boy on his back
I prefer my hoes pretty and black
Baking soda, won't stick to the crack
Try to run, get shot in the hip
Gun jam, he get beat with the clip
I'm in his grass, waiting outside, but I posted like I'm on a trip
I served him fentanyl in a Doritos bag, police thought I gave him chips
I've been texting this junkie like he my friend, sell me your bottle of 'scripts
Guns and drugs, free Polo Pooh, but crackers ain't catching this whip
Yeah, I put the Benz in cruise
Yeah, nigga, you snooze, you lose
Yeah, that nigga ain't see green much yet 'til I pull his ass under my shoes
Got my opps playing Saw, but difference is they dying, I don't care what they choose (I don't care)
Cuh, this business, kill that boy, we really putting shit on the news, on God

I ain't feeling lil' buddy, I'm sorry
Ain't got least five, we ain't got nothing in common
Moving in silence, sliding
Con gang, shiners, vultures, gremlins, goblins
Please don't bother me, how I'm vibing
It's a feeling, it's hard to describe it
Mixing sixes with Roxys, pop 'em
Ain't doing no back and forth, hooping and hollering
Plus I'm down to pay homage, it's dada
It was local, I treat it colossal
I accomplished the mission impossible
Understand that most artists impostors
Well, I guess Geeski just ain't no artist
Got the snakes, they live down in my garden
Left me fed up when they was just starving
They was thirsty, I brought 'em some water

Put the syrup on the black
So I don't burn like that
Every opp I caught, pop, every hat I catch, splat
Droptop Maybach
Me and Soto go way back
My strap got dumb-dumb bullets, big blue tips got mushrooms in it
I put a kit on a coupe
I'm sticking, I'm feeling, you feeling me too
I left the bitch in the room
When I walked in, I caught her stealing the boot
Jigga man, Jigga man, ooh
What I learned on the curb, you can't get it in school
Put it in, stick it in, ooh
Then roll it, roll, I'm rolling, roll
Trap house jumping, I make a hundred more at the corner store
Don't even touch him, bring him right to me, I'm finna cut his throat
I just been doing my thug
Tatted up, my foot in the slums
I ain't worried 'bout getting no love
True story, I'm mixing my drugs
I'm a junkie, I tried everything
All this money, just buying anything
E Murda just gave me an E
These murders been boosting my geek
I go zool on Riatta with G
I put boot up in all that I eat
I've been living off noodles and mollies
I keep losing a count of these bodies