GDP - Dublin lyrics

GDP, king of the underground baby
Slangcorp don’t be callin
Me for no free studio
Time either motherfucker
Im tired of that shit yeah
King of the underground
Don’t leave ya girl around me true playa
Forreal, uh don’t leave ya girl
Around me true playa ferreal, you know why?

We don’t bogard that bitch
No, and do a fuckin drive by
On a go cart and shit
We sip champagne and plenty of it
And take a date out to Denny's
Baller on a budget
New jeru to Dublin west nile to Hudson
Bustles to funds wick and switch subjects
Bust it we out where the buses don’t
Run, judges smoke blunts
And fuzzes don’t fuss
Respective, run ya necklace for leverage
Building with legends and dead is
To the essence we transcendence's
Bed wetted chicks
She heard it through a grape vine
And told it to a therapist
G could spit, cause he seen some shit
If these walls could talk they’d
Prolly plead the 5th
He’s legit, speaking sick
Eat the script and then proceed to trip
He’d spit and make the side walk ripple
Pasteurized outta cow piebald nipple
Ur styles all fickle, minds official
All chisel went in ya eyeball tissue
King of the underground, motha
Fuckas come around
Piggy back off sounds and we
Make them dumb it down
Fuck em how, I be at their mothas house
Dumbin out with the trouser state
Venom suck it out
Spit and make the side walk
Ripple, riled of the instro
Pile drive a nympho
Eyes all twinkled, smiles all
Dimples, my styles official
Where ya eyeball tissue
It got issues, load a magazine
Bithces like "o it's hot in here"
Im like naw dats just me