42 Dugg – Free Dirt Lyrics

Thirteen thou, let me clear my tab
I aint fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I dont like talkin bout shit that we did
A bitch stop postin them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill
Out a hundred of em, fifty of em aint real
If he dont sniff this, then his ass cant smell
Who can move a thou? Lil bruh, I cant tell
Ill put this bitch on whoever, free Dirt
Fore you fuck Cheese, bitch, fuck me first
Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup
Real mud brothers, bitch, shout out Lil Stirrup
Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl
Ever since Drew died, big four-five
Glock ten milli throw a six-four blind
That bitch, yeah, that bitch mine
Phone wont ring less its six-one-five
Probably want beans, shit, he probably want tan
Hope you want lean, Ima show em how to dance
Even if he want Gotti, Ima send a lil bands
Wanted for a body, might as well keep goin
This week, Im trappin, spent last week tourin
Corner house slappin, pink Runtz transformin
Used to be a killer, well, now he informin
Bitch, you a rat, rat
Probably told on Reek, probably told on App
All my hoes on fleek, youd tell by they bags
He aint with me, how you know he had a mask?
Bitch, Im in my bag, better ask your nigga
Them pics he be likin, them the hoes Im hittin
Big 4s, Im him, all winter, black Timbs
Cant show a nigga shit but how to run up Ms
Nigga, thirteen thou, let me clear my tab
I aint fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I dont like talkin bout shit that we did
A bitch stop postin them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill
Out a hundred of em, fifty of em aint real
If he dont sniff this, then his ass cant smell
Who can move a thou? Lil bruh, I cant tell
Bitch, you a rat hoe, rat hoe
Probably told on me, probably told on App
Parole hold on Dirt, spend whatever to get him back
Like twelve in the dirt yall aint never gettin back
Crack a seal on the purp, name a nigga sellin that
He aint fuckin with me, bitch, tell a hoe to tell him that
Me and my niggas get it done, get it done
Want the keys to my heart? Show a bitch who aint a bum
Want the keys to the car? Cop a bag and get a run
I survive in the slums
Mini Draco, AK with the drum bitch
All blue digits, might just wear em for a month
Freaky lil bitch, she gon suck it til I cum
I aint tippin shit, rather spend it on my son
I blew off thirty on somebody just for fun
If they aint really have to squeeze, what they doin with us?
Knowin he not whackin, bitch, quit tellin me its up
Ayy, niggas be cappin, niggas be bitches
Niggas be rappin, really, niggas be finished
Thirteen thou, let me clear my tab
I aint fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I dont like talkin bout shit that we did
A bitch stop postin them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, we take drill