Key Glock - Dirt lyrics

I'm that nigga (Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Oh, Glizock paper Route 5L, nigga
Yeah, cutthroat la familia, nigga
It's a family, not a gang and not a game

Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw
Dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kurt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name
And you know I'm gon' bang (Fah)
I made me some millions
They think I'm unchanged
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a lang
I just bought a new blue
Pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man
I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain't no shame up in my gang
I'm tryna get it off (Off)
This street shit is just not the same
Most of these niggas soft (Soft)

I just stay out the way
(The way) , and collect my bread (My bread)
If you get in my way
(My way) , you get one in the head (Head
Yeah) goyard full of blues
(Blues) , sippin' on sippin' on red (Red)
Like Worm, I'm 'bout my money
(My money) , I smoke your ass
Like Craig (yeah)
I'm a player, I can show you how to play it
(yeah)
Yeah, steppin' on niggas, no pledge (Uh)
Go to sleep with a chop' by the bed (Bah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (yeah)
(All this ice on me, I need a sled, uh)
Think my Bart chain need a Coke (Coke)
Get that money and stack it, you dig?
(You dig?) nobody like bein' broke (Nope)
This street shit ain't no joke
(No joke) , everybody wanna be rich (Rich)
You gotta get off your ass (Your ass)
And get up on your shit (Your shit)
My Moncler in a jet
(Jet) , my Maybach is a ship (Ship)
My pockets keep gettin' fat (And fatter)
It come from all these chips (Chips)

Bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Run through it like him (yeah)
Himmy Boys, Jimmy Neutron
Tim Duncan, hahaha (South Memphis' finest)
Himothy (yeah) uh

Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw
Dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kurt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name
And you know I'm gon' bang (Fah)
I made me some millions
They think I'm unchanged
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a lang
I just bought a new blue
Pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man
I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain't no shame up in my gang
I'm tryna get it off (Off)
This street shit is just not the same
Most of these niggas soft (Soft)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)