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Yerk 30Yerk thirty highReal dirty sprite Bitch you heard me right Live the dirty life Clutch my thirty tight Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right I made a lot out a little I ain't gon' hop out I'm witchu I ain't gon' plot against you If they turn I'm hoppin the fence too I started out with nothin I ain't have a pot to go piss too You rich I'm rich as bitch too You spent a dub in this bitch too And bitch I stay with Sizzle We made a lot from little Exoctic chunks from out the runts I fill the blunt with skittlez And bitch this clique don't fit you pause, suck a dick too You know I stay glued to this pistol cock that bitch back its ritual Bitches like pitbulls Imma stick at you Gotta get you up out we sick of you And I hop out the Audi and get the coupe Got two Bentleys them bitches identical Bouta get a Lambo truck when it drop Told foenem it's merch that's on Roc That don't mean after that I'm gon' stop I might get anotha whip if it's more hot You know I ain't gotta ride with the door locked Got some shit on my lap like a robot So I gotta bust a left at the roadblock bust a right hop out on yo block We ain't tryna spot you that adios Fuck around and get dead like geronimo Couldn't see that boy head when you got close You was fuckin with somebody mama tho In the street all you got is yo honor tho Get respect yea that bitch like a pot of gold Went to school with hard knocks and graduated Yea I stayed on the block let the honor roll And I stayed bumpin heads with my momma tho Started gettin money next thing she my homie Bought a glock I ain't get it from Carlos I was livin two block right up off Stony Shoot this bitch broad day if you run up on me Two hunnit in the crib so I'm comin home then You ain't even got five hunnit to ya name Can't even bury yaself pussy run along then Now ya momma fucked up callin ya homies And they broke as fuck tell me what they gon' loan But it's leave a nigga fucked up like pneumonia Nah nigga got me fucked up run up on em Nigga done lucked up if he hadn't a gon This bitch done jammed up I don't want ha Now hand me that other bitch spin the corner Now you on that sucka shit spin the corner Yerk thirty high Real dirty sprite Bitch you heard me right Live the dirty life Clutch my thirty tight Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right I made a lot out a little I ain't gon' hop out I'm witchu I ain't gon' plot against you If they turn I'm hoppin the fence too You'll be surprised if you meet me whatchu find I'm like beep beep GT flyin And I'm knee deep in the diamonds Not yet you ain't realizin Got opportunities you just minimizin You just want immunity and were disguised in it Ou I should put one in yo eyes Did yo granny ever tell you to mind yo business Only yours pussy close them doors pussy We don't got no two neighbors on the same floor ain't no recording lookin I smoke exoctic this the runtz, biscotti, or some more cookies That shit you smokin on a hunnit a zip you can't afford lookin Lil bro countin racks he made off of sports he like his own bookie I just left from Saks to find the shorts that match my Fendi hoodie They offered me two hunnit racks to wear this clothing line I shouda took it I told them I need a milli cause I stay fresh as fuck I was being bumtious Really I was being silly that shit was wack as fuck I ain't even want shit Bellaire sent my money a couple months ago I ain't even touch it Told em I want it full when I go on tour but that's another subject Know Imma bring the gang but we'll speak later cause that's anotha budget After parties booked that's another quarter just to go out in public Know foenem tryna fuck with all the hoes and shit so I'm like fuck it Everybody came to party but if you startin sum what's all that ruckus Know we gon' go retarded bitch it's a hunnit shots on all our buses Yerk thirty high Real dirty sprite Bitch you heard me right Live the dirty life Clutch my thirty tight Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right I made a lot out a little I ain't gon' hop out I'm witchu I ain't gon' plot against you If they turn I'm hoppin the fence too |