Dirty Dan

Y'all nigga, this shit ain't hard nigga

Gang, this shit ain't hard, y'all nigga, we bite my style though

I'm gonna switch it up or y'all fuck nigga, show y'all something

No y'all

Big ass Draco on my lap, hope he don't let know we the pepper

So who else think he can make it, I decide it if he let

Really with tweakin', I won't learnin' how to gat in school

They like, put my name and shit, I'll turn on rat, then do it

Really don't care about nothin' else as long as my pack gets movin'

I'm not lackin', try to run up, I told him back back, you stupid

Niggas a bitch, he not no raw, but he get jacked in school

Beat his ass, get stoned on the map for speakin' on rat, you fool

And your partner ain't come today, but we gon' pack him soon

And your brother a freshman, he two young lil' bro, I'll pack him too

Put a hit out for the quarterback, I'm chasin' a sad lil' dude

I know you all day, so when we up, just give me that pad, little dude

All these rap nigga bite my style and give me that bad, little dude

Said I been in function, can't pull off this shit on flat, little dude

Ooh just be cool don be rude don be worried about what I do Gonna

Ask your nigga we put bail to him and he know what I do Play with

This shit lost all your members what do I have to prove Bitch

Bro tweakin got better things to do than shit on the blog with you

Take it out on everything, can't find

Your bro, we sendin' shots at you

We takin' him down, he ask for the time

Like we finna throw a clock at you

Ain't nobody perfect, they be quick to point out a man's flaw

Crazy or killer can be that nigga from the sandbox

Some of these niggas just mad out for

They bitch, they ain't no damn awesome

I'm with the same squad, we got rocks here

Percutant, innocent boy Don't forget our beat, a drink, man, purple

And boy Yeah, yeah, nigga, I'm smart, I'm a real

The killer We don't be doin' no hits out of the rim

I'm see your car flippin' Where's my piece?

Try to jump my hoe, that bitch can't

Beat up She like, where's my sister?

My bitch got hands, huh You thought I was gon' fight your nigga

Hit with dirty dent, huh Love the sound of shootin', it's like

Music to a band Every nigga or that fightin', do not use

It, chop his hand Yeah, nigga, chop that fuckin' hand on him

You gon' shoot shit, bitch

You know, we catchin' murder, nigga

We tryna catch a kill

Go bitch, I down, nigga

We gon' shoot you