Free Dirt

(альбом: Young & Turnt, Vol. 2 - 2020)

Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I don't like talking 'bout shit that we did
A bitch stop posting them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill
Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain't real
If he don't sniff this, then his ass can't smell
Who can move a thou'? Lil' bruh, I can't tell

I'll put this bitch on whoever, free Dirt
'Fore you fuck Cheese, bitch, fuck me first
Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup
Real mud brothers, bitch, shout out Lil Stirrup
Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl
Ever since Drew died, big four-five
Glock ten milli' throw a six-four blind
That bitch, yeah, that bitch mine
Phone won't ring 'less it's six-one-five
Probably want beans, shit, he probably want tan
Hope you want lean, I'ma show 'em how to dance
Even if he want Gotti, I'ma send a lil' bands
Wanted for a body, might as well keep going
This week, I'm trapping, spent last week touring
Corner house slapping, pink Runtz transforming
Used to be a killer, well, now he informing
Bitch, you a rat, rat
Probably told on Reek, probably told on App
All my hoes on fleek, you'd tell by they bags
He ain't with me, how you know he had a mask?
Bitch, I'm in my bag, better ask your nigga
Them pics he be liking, them the hoes I'm hitting
Big 4s, I'm him, all winter, black Timbs
Can't show a nigga shit but how to run up M's

Nigga, thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I don't like talking 'bout shit that we did
A bitch stop posting them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill
Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain't real
If he don't sniff this, then his ass can't smell
Who can move a thou'? Lil' bruh, I can't tell

Bitch, you a rat (Ho), rat (Ho)
Probably told on me, probably told on App
Parole hold on Dirt, spend whatever to get him back
Like twelve in the dirt y'all ain't never getting back
Crack a seal on the purp', name a nigga selling that
He ain't fucking with me, bitch, tell a ho to tell him that
Me and my niggas get it done, get it done
Want the keys to my heart? Show a bitch who ain't a bum
Want the keys to the car? Cop a bag and get a run
I survive in the slums
Mini Draco, AK with the drum (Bitch)
All blue digits, might just wear 'em for a month
Freaky lil' bitch, she gon' suck it 'til I cum
I ain't tipping shit, rather spend it on my son
I blew off thirty on somebody just for fun
If they ain't really have to squeeze, what they doing with us?
Knowing he not whacking, bitch, quit telling me it's up
Ayy, niggas be capping, niggas be bitches
Niggas be rapping, really, niggas be finished

Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I don't like talking 'bout shit that we did
A bitch stop posting them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, we take drill