Dirty

Ayeee Ayeee Look Look Dirty money, I'm a dirty nigga, here go a dirty pole Run him down, all in the dirt, Now he got dirty clothes They say that nigga telling over there Well Time to move the load The Police they tried to kick the door, well Bags was up the road But back to topic, I hit BGotti, he say niggas out of pocket I said If niggas intentions ain't PURE Turn him to EXOTIC Shot em up, Now he got more head than he got body Aye hit 'em up, thought I was Pac, with a twelve gauge shotty Pussy niggas, they couldn't f*ck with me up on my worst day I'm disappointed cause I shouldn't been fucking with goofies anyway She say she don't suck dick, hmm That Ain't what her lips say He say he can afford my wrist, hmm That ain't what his rent say I'm tired of giving CHANCEs to THEse RAPPERs, Give 'em a ten Day Tired of teaching these niggas alphabet, that's what FN say I don't show the money, I show what it do, That's what them ends say Finesse a Nigga, then block a Nigga, call me Dikembe We pill poppers, He was lacking off the percs, I was on point with this X His was dissing, all on the net, I put him to the test Them Blue tips, they going Through his flesh, it Make a bigger mess I got that NyQuil that'll Sleep a nigga, it'll put his ass to rest Ay Ayeee Ayeee Let's do Ittt Ayeee Gang Big Pure Super Pure Nigga Aye Gang Aye Gang Aye Gang Ayee Ayee, Ayee Ayeee Letss Doo Ittt I Say Dirty money we went and got some poles Other half for bows Call Gliz cause when i get a load You know cuz get them gone I'm posted On the same black Nigga Just had a shoot out on Niggas haten just cause my phone ring So i put his bitch on I sold my first sack when i was tem knew i was reckless I just met another plug he got dem bows down there in Texas I been slacking i was stressing bitch I'm back flexing, finessing And my side bitch jealous cause my main hoe riding in a Lexus I'm so tired of niggas Lil cuz in some shit right now on gang I been sliding with him And my mind ain't right i a pay to get him Bitch I'm dying to hit him Ask us for some shit we really give it certified givers Foenem get it They really run up digits Bitch I'm ballin' like I'm mike twin or some Nigga I ain't tripping of no bitch i f*ck hoes with my Niggas One thing i know bout me bitch I'm gone blow my pistol And this baby drac we got this bitch shoot baby missles ayeee Back out with the gang we got them switches out wassup Nigga Liquor in my cup Raspberry Runtz up in my blunt nigga Can't focus on no donts if she don't f*ck than she gone suck nigga I ain't gotta pay My vibes turn her to a slut Nigga Make her whattt Nigga