Correction Lyrics Dirty Rifle by Summrs

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(They gon' always hate at the end of the day)

Yeah (Brrt)
I get high and touch the ceiling (Double R)
She get horny and touch her t**ties (Bird bid'ness)
If you pull the clip, leave no witness (Pull the clip)
How it go? B*t*h, stand on bid'ness (How it go?)
I keep my double R with me (Blatt), my bird bid'ness with me (Blatt)
My PMO with me (PMO), my Méxicos with me
Don't make me grab my f**kin' stick (Stick)
And hit it at your fitted (Blick, huh?)
Some of my n***as Crippin' (Crippin')
And some of my n***as Blood (Blood)
They more blood than a b*t*h on her cycle
Stack my money like a Eiffel (Brrt)

We clutch on them poles, they come from Baghdad b*t*h, don't try us (Woo)
Catch me without my pole then all I can say is, "B*t*h, you gotta dump" (Brrt)
But that don't mean come try me (Woo)
'Cause I might pull a homi' (Wo-wo-woo)
Send some shots at me, I'ma send some back, keep that as a reminder (Flat)
Ain't nobody flyer (Woo), ain't nobody higher (Wo-wo-woo)
I don't want that b*t*h 'cause she is not what I desire (Woo, woo-woo)
Hop in that muhf**kin' van and put on your mask like Michael Myers (Woo, woo-woo)
Let's get lit like a lighter (Woo), we clutch dirty rifles (Woo)
If you pull the clip, leave no witness
How it go? B*t*h, stand on bid'ness
I keep my double R with me, my bird bid'ness with me (Blatt)
My PMO with me, my Méxicos with me
Don't make me grab my f**kin' stick
And hit it at your fitted (Woo)

Ain't get to smoke no Za' in a minute
Got the gas all in my [?] (My—, err)
Up in that Benz, we slide all in it
Don't care 'bout no cops, this sh*t get wicked
Glock 19, this b*t*h extended (Grr)
Five percent all my windows, f**k a ticket (Yeah)
How you want your t-shirt? You can pick it, b*t*h
(Yeah, ha)
I'm getting high with the guys
Look at my eyes, they fried
Bird bid'ness, we got mob ties
He put his trust in a Hi-Point, now that stupid n***a finna die
Hollows knocking out his ball joints, now that stupid n***a need a ride
Watch how I tote that Ruger
You play, we gon' shoot you
F**k around and [?]
Up in that Jag' but this not a Cougar
Give the racks to all my shooters
Servin' that Wock', yeah, we the polluters
Take your lil' bands, lil' b*t*h you a doofus (Uh-huh)
Off the Perc', I get real stupid
We clutch on them poles, they come from Baghdad b*t*h, don't try us (Woo)
Catch me without my pole then all I can say is, "B*t*h, you gotta dump" (Brrt)
But that don't mean come try me (Woo)
'Cause I might pull a homi' (Wo-wo-woo)
Send some shots at me, I'ma send some back, keep that as a reminder (Flat)
Ain't nobody flyer (Woo), ain't nobody higher (Wo-wo-woo)
I don't want that b*t*h 'cause she is not what I desire (Woo, woo-woo)
Hop in that muhf**kin' van and put on your mask like Michael Myers (Woo, woo-woo)
Let's get lit like a lighter (Woo), we clutch dirty rifles (Woo)

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