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Out The Dirt
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Jay Critch
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Ayy f**k a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss n***a n***a, f**k what you heard And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb Stop that hatin' sh*t, that be the worst You better act right, we attackin' 'em first We was trappin' out, rappin' up first I did a whole lotta dirt and that sh*t might come back to me That's why I got all these tools They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me That sh*t had me confused I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't f**k with n***as Actin' like they came up with n***as Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands I bet .40 still slump a n***a You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate Where you eatin'? We're hungry n***as Need some food, brodie, give me my own plate Run it up, or they'll punch you, n***a Keep it cool soon as he ready to flex .30s ready to crunch a n***a And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check Had to pull up and stunt on n***as I was plottin', I ain't have a option Can't pick one b*t*h, I got options My city lookin' like Gotham Think he a hero 'til .30s come rob him Took a plate for free, I'm baggin' up KDs Tell the hood to come cop 'em I was makin' cheese before I was eighteen And nobody could stop 'em f**k a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss n***a n***a, f**k what you heard And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb Stop that hatin' sh*t, that be the worst You better act right, we attackin' 'em first We was trappin' out, rappin' up first I did a whole lotta dirt and that sh*t might come back to me That's why I got all these tools They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me That sh*t had me confused I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't f**k with n***as Actin' like they came up with n***as (Ayy) Even if we put these .40s down (Baow), and we shoot their hands (Ayy) I bet .40 still slump a n***a (Ayy) Don't let me up a n***a (Don't let me up a n***a) Them n***as comin' if I push a button, n***a (Baow) Dyke b*t*h (Dyke b*t*h), we don't f**k with n***as (Nah) I pull up on 'em with a bunch of n***as (Skrrt) If them n***as opps, then we snuffin' n***as (Snuffin' n***as) Frontin' (Frontin'), they frontin' with you (Frontin' with you) She ask what I do, I say, "Nothin', n***a," uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Face f**k for ignition, I don't have to touch it, n***a (Nah) Fivi' (Fivi'), I'm somethin', n***a (I'm somethin') (Ayy, look, b*t*h) I did it perfect (Perfect, perfect) When I pieces to the puzzle, it started workin' Ayy, uh (Uh), they sent the addy and we started lurkin' (Ayy) Lookin' for 'em (Lookin' for 'em), searchin' (Searchin') It's Fivio Foreign, don't curve him (Uh) She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy) She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy, ayy) Uh (Uh), n***a throw shade, it hurts him (It hurts him, uh, lil' b*t*h) But he's not a regular person (Ayy, ayy, ayy) f**k a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss n***a n***a, f**k what you heard And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb Stop that hatin' sh*t, that be the worst You better act right, we attackin' 'em first We was trappin' out, rappin' up first I did a whole lotta dirt and that sh*t might come back to me That's why I got all these tools They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me That sh*t had me confused I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't f**k with n***as Actin' like they came up with n***as Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands I bet .40 still slump a n***a
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