Down2Ride

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Yung Dusty

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Nah you aint
You aint gotta stress none of that dawg
I know you Down2Ride
You aint gotta clarify nothing
You Down2Ride
Look
I know you Down2Ride
But would you run wit me
Swear that boy ran out of feelings
Aint no love in eem
Know it aint no punking me
There aint no punk in me
How you gon be hating on Worcester
This shit here spunk city
They say Dusty going up
They trying to come with me
Steady toking
Smoking on that boof it got my lungs icky
I aint got no kids but I'm the shit
Until my son fifty
No breakfast but every time that I drop
They say it was gritty
Haa
Really kick shit off
Like I could punt sixty
That's all up to you I keep it peace
Like I got monks with me
Glare all in my eyes I'm seeing bright
You know that son litty
Honey approach me like she a hostess
Leave that bun sticky
We can't split no meal
If you aint down to split no crumbs with me
I aint even say nothing
Shorty say that she in love with me
This aint the Dougie bitch this my dance
Imma call this shit the Dust Jiggy
Think them boys gon need some Vyvanse
If they thinking they could f*ck with me
I aint even used to take my meds
You must be out yo head
Wake up in the morning and I'm on it
Boy get out yo bed
Bust my ass right now
So I don't gotta try to get out of debt
Imma do this shit in blazing heat
While breaking not a sweat
Bitch I'm on a chase
It aint no saying that it's far fetched
Know I been had drive
And I aint never bought a car yet
Big shoutout to Mikey
I'm a star but not a star yet
Steady going in I'm bout to ball
Like Kevin Garnett
Rolling up the reefer
That shit mad stanky
Still aint fucking with too many
Cause they mad janky
By the time that shit was pearled
It's looking mad lanky
Look at me you know I'm baked
You'd think I had 8fys
How I always wake and bake
I should have mad pastries
What's the problem with your face
Have you been mad lately
Oh I think they really mad
They looking mad cranky
Son them boys like I'm they Dad
You'd think I had babies
Uh
Word
They is not my juniors
Roll the roaches snip the ends off
With Piranha Pruners
Told you that I been had drive
But I aint talking scooters
Steady catch and kick this game
But I don't got a tutor
I be sticking to myself
And it's a great habit
Gotta fill in all the blanks
Like it's a paint pallet
Dusty got Another One
But nah I aint Khaled
Won't be caught up in the mix
Nah I don't make salad
You say you don't rock with this
Then bitch you aint valid
Marley, Fronto for the spliff
And that shit straight cabbage
Bust the flame up to the tip
And that shit stank
Cat piss
We cut from a different cloth
This aint the same fabric
I been whooped a muhfucka ass
'for I played Saints Row
Even if we playing Limbo
Boy you aint low
You aint reaching for the top
You got your aim low
Someone better run my pot of golds
Without the rainbow
Even if you stole my bars can't spit the same flow
Know we finna make it
Give a f*ck if that shit came slow
Really just be busting out these lyrics
Til my brain swole
Even when the temper hot
Aint icy but my veins colds
They say Dusty popping off
Like he a soda can
This aint spy kids shorty asking who that guy
Lil bitch you know the man
Unless the blueprints written on a paper
I won't fold a plan
Really versatile
These variants aint no covid strands
SMACK!
Slap a mothafucker with an open hand
On the underhand I'm going overhand
Half these muhfuckas tweaking
Lindsay Lohan
That aint what they meant by Just Do It
Like you know the brand
All Day I Dream About Success
I gotta get it quick
Stand on what you say boy
Don't be acting like you never did
Bringing up some shit bout someone else
It's straight irrelevant
They aint throwing in a better pitch
I keep me separate
Bitch I been a G
And I aint never gave a letter 6
You aint get the picture
Out the frame
You need some better flics
Get my family up, then get some chains
Might get some necklaces
I'm tryna get some things and get some thangs
But I aint getting pissed
How far I gotta go til imma make it
Bout to measure it
Know I'm standing ten can't sleep on me
Won't even let em sit
Way I'm pulling out these shivs
My waist look like a dentist kit
I could get this shit hot in a breeze
Like how the weather did
I could never fold
Lil boy my last name aint no Benjamin
You aint see the path
They got you switching up your lens again
Aint really your boys
Don't got a clue where they be sending him
Y'all aint really tight
Like why the f*ck you even friends with them
If they fraud then in the heat
You rub that blemish in
You know imma post up
Hold my ground like I'm the residents
Massachusetts Born
Worcester Made
Know where the setting is
Ase aint gone
No fading out
Will be forever in remembrance

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