dirty shit - greatestredefined lyrics
[intro]
(gang, huh) greatestrede— (greatestredefined)
f*ckin’ wit’ you, no, i keep f*ckin’ wit’ you (sensei, what’s good)
pop out sh*t, ion’ care ’bout the sh*t, i was just steppin’ on— (ay, ay, ay, huh)
[chorus]
i was steppin’ wit’ my brothers, sippin’ on that dirty sh*t
i just be spazzin’ on bandlab, ion’ care about the mix (f*ck the mix)
time is money, brother, there’s a reason why i can’t cuff a b*tch
i know my brother hit you up, my stat line got a few assists
yeah, cash, money, dollar, green come with making hits
brother, this a magazine, we don’t call these hoes clips
huh, blacked out, why the f*ck my gun matching my fit?
i’ve done took so many l’s this yеar, it’s time to get some wins, ay
you know how it gеt, [?]
clutch that iron, man, you run up, might get turned into a bl!ck
ion’ even like the watch i bought, i really copped it for the drip
ion’ even like the shoes i bought— i’m lying, these hoes is hard as sh*t
i just copped an audi r8, me and gang tryn’ tokyo drift
please don’t hang around me, unless you and yo’ squad tryna get rich
i hang with headhunters, [?]
i’m geeked up like flightreacts, it’s 250 for the zip
i ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ ya, no, i ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ ya
[verse]
glock, you should tuck it n*gga
ion’ beef, be duckin’ n*ggas
walk ’round with a zen, if i shoot, it’s a bucket, n*gga
glock give him a tag, i got guns, let’s cause a ruckus, n*gga
ball like the mvp, i feel like osamason
i got mob ties, n*gga, [?]
bad ho twerkin’ to my music, prolly tryna eat me up for lunch
keep that rocket in the trunk, please do not push up for nun’, yeah
uh, where yo’ gun at, p*ssy?, huh
my pockets wide as f*ck, i’m geekin’ up, can’t come back, p*ssy, huh
i just want dumb racks, p*ssy, huh
i’m goin’ up dumb fast, p*ssy, huh
just dropped last month and [?] 100k, and n*ggas spam me ’bout it, can’t even read my dms, yeah
[chorus]
i was steppin’ wit’ my brothers, sippin’ on that dirty sh*t
i just be spazzin’ on bandlab, ion’ care about the mix (f*ck the mix)
time is money, brother, there’s a reason why i can’t cuff a b*tch
i know my brother hit you up, my stat line got a few assists
yeah, cash, money, dollar, green come with making hits
brother, this a magazine, we don’t call these hoes clips
huh, blacked out, why the f*ck my gun matching my fit?
i’ve done took so many l’s this year, it’s time to get some wins, ay
you know how it get, [?]
clutch that iron, man, you run up, might get turned into a bl!ck
ion’ even like the watch i bought, i really copped it for the drip
ion’ even like the shoes i bought— i’m lying, these hoes is hard as sh*t
i just copped an audi r8, me and gang tryn’ tokyo drift
please don’t hang around me, unless you and yo’ squad tryna get rich
i hang with headhunters, [?]
i’m geeked up like flightreacts, it’s 250 for the zip
i ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ ya
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