Lyrics:
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
A tisket, a tasket, what's in Dirt's basket?
Three hit's of acid hidden in the Chapstick
And some Arabian ass whips
That'll turn your balls into
DRIP DOWN THE SIDE OF ME
BITCH ON MY DICK
HIT A CLIT AND SHE SWALLOWING
FOLLOW ME, FOLLOW ME
THINK THAT IM PROBABLY
GETTIN JUMP SCARED WIT THE WAY THAT
when that box hit
My biggest fear was coming home & loving thot bitch
I came home with options no hoe i cannot hit
I cant beef with you no broke nigga
and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that
Smoove wit it you’ll think that im givin out a pitch
Finna drop this album they gone say its a hit
But it ion make it soon then i might as well quit bitch
slippin' (Nah)
Steady grippin'
I don't drop a lot of albums
That don't mean that I be slackin'
I'm just workin' through the pipelines
Waitin' on the right
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
you want it
Yeah I told you never
But tonight I'll spend some cheddar on it
When I hit ya town just make sure you hit me up
The other night she told me
everybody mentioning
The US and UK, songs hitting play
A shout out from Gabe up at Penny Arcade
Second album, late nights, moving through the hours
Side by
the album cover, Heart went cold, I got it stitched
Like between me and you, I don't know what else to do
This my second mixtape, I hope they tune into my
settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it
I say, oh my, oh my, oh
in to put 'em in check (bitch)
And she givin' out pussy for free
I'm embarrassed to say she my ex (bitch)
I just might have to fly out my ex
Hit all 3
a saint but hail saint laurent
This ain’t just for front we
Do bird off drive by
I blow a bag swerve off a fly ride
Shit now I got this bitch
She should be
What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made,
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
conversation when I'm lookin' up
Be on the look out for that album when it drop from clouds
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child of God
Mesmerized
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Unusual fellow
The album's three times dope
Don't hope it's going to be mellow
I'm coming with the force of a county sheriff
Serving subpoenas
statement's wit
& I'm concentrating on making hits
& I'm fittin' em line by line
Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
I'm dreamin'
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
cool with the tactics
Military straps while her back on the mattress
I never really bagged chicks, but I know had hits
Dropped 5 albums, they all been
to the top but I'm still not hot
Even though I got the god damn album droppin'
Album droppin', better get ready
Soon as it hits that shits' so deadly
Better
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