icewear vezzo – dirty lyrics
[intro]
pour that sh+t up, gang
the money come first, n+gga
(june, you’re a g+nius)
[verse 1]
thirty+round glock, spent a bird on my watch
pop a perc’ and burn out, b+tch, we servin’ all drop
twenty chains on, good dirt in my pop
i don’t beef with no rap b+tch, we murdered all opps
real street n+gga, this sh+t run in my blood
i was already cuz, n+ggas heard of my pops
we don’t cop pleas, we ain’t squashin’ no beef
been steppin’ on sh+t, you know brodie don’t stop
ap dancin’ like riri
everything bustdown, them vv’s, n+gga
f+ck a big homie, got it all on my own
went and signed to myself, i don’t need these n+ggas
a1 plug, fifty grams every g
best dog in the city, you should see these b+tches
we really on go, they ain’t shootin’ up sh+t
they’d rather point fingers, can’t believe these n+ggas
left out the feds to a drophead
dopehouse on mackney and rockhead
i don’t do a show ‘less the chop in
got a young thot ho, let her pop xans
off pure codeine, i’m a wock’+head
blue slips on me, finna drop red
only hang with the robbers and the hotheads
i’ll press play on n+ggas, better stop playin’, n+gga
[chorus]
feds touched down, we was dirty
double cup, we sippin’ on dirty
lil’ cousin got caught with a 30
ap bust down, that’s a birdie
ol’ p+ssy+ass n+ggas gettin’ murdered
big glock on me, it’s dirty
can’t talk to that b+tch, she dirty
real street n+gga, b+tch, we servin’
when the feds touched down, we was dirty
double cup, we sippin’ on dirty
lil’ cousin got caught with a 30
ap bust down, that’s a birdie
ol’ p+ssy+ass n+ggas gettin’ murdered
big glock on me, it’s dirty
can’t talk to that b+tch, she dirty
real street n+gga, b+tch, we servin’
[verse 2]
i’m uptown with the gang, really press down
free the guys, twenty chains, we don’t ride, n+ggas lame
your shine ain’t the same
everybody eatin’, take xans while i’m leanin’, i get high for the pain
been grindin’ for days
gotta run it up, lil’ cuz got caught with two nines and a drac’
on god, n+ggas fake
and hoes ain’t sh+t, been froze every kit, n+ggas dyin’ for the fame
grind and it came
forty sold pills, way before i had a deal, i was buyin’ up drank
hundred rounds in the k
just blew a half a mil’
got two thousand seals sittin’ down in the a
i ain’t seen a drought in ten years, on navy
every n+gga ’round this sh+t blow crazy
gold ap, bustdown, that’s an eighty
400k in jewels, that’s a dawn or a wraith, lil’ n+gga
[chorus]
feds touched down, we was dirty
double cup, we sippin’ on dirty
lil’ cousin got caught with a 30
ap bust down, that’s a birdie
ol’ p+ssy+ass n+ggas gettin’ murdered
big glock on me, it’s dirty
can’t talk to that b+tch, she dirty
real street n+gga, b+tch, we servin’
when the feds touched down, we was dirty
double cup, we sippin’ on dirty
lil’ cousin got caught with a 30
ap bust down, that’s a birdie
ol’ p+ssy+ass n+ggas gettin’ murdered
big glock on me, it’s dirty
can’t talk to that b+tch, she dirty
real street n+gga, b+tch, we servin’
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