Desire (Rapper), Summrs - Dirty Rifle lyrics

[Desire Rapper, Summrs - Dirty Rifle lyrics]

(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 titties
(Bird bid'ness)
If you pull the clip, leave no witness
(Pull the clip)
How it go? Bitch, 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 fuckin' stick (Stick)
And hit it at your fitted (Blick, huh?)
Some of my niggas Crippin' (Crippin')
And some of my niggas Blood (Blood)
They more blood than a bitch on her cycle
Stack my money like a Eiffel (Brrt)

We clutch on them poles, they
Come from Baghdad bitch, don't try us
(Woo) catch me without my pole then all
I can say is, "Bitch, 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 bitch 'cause she
Is not what I desire (Woo, woo-woo)
Hop in that muhfuckin' 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? Bitch, 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 fuckin' 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 shit get wicked
Glock 19, this bitch extended (Grr)
Five percent all my windows, fuck a ticket
(yeah)
How you want your t-shirt? You can pick it
Bitch (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 nigga finna die
Hollows knocking out his ball joints
Now that stupid nigga need a ride
Watch how I tote that Ruger
You play, we gon' shoot you fuck 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' bitch you a doofus
(Uh, huh) off the Perc', I get real stupid

We clutch on them poles, they
Come from Baghdad bitch, don't try us
(Woo) catch me without my pole then all
I can say is, "Bitch, 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 bitch 'cause she
Is not what I desire (Woo, woo-woo)
Hop in that muhfuckin' 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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