DIRTY STUFF Lyrics

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, go, go

Pulling up with the sticks out nigga

Double cup, I say fuck that liquor

Know I'm rich, so she hope I pick her

Popped two thirty's, so I felt them quicker

Aye, pull up with that dirty cup

Pull up with that dirty stuff

Pull up with the thirty tucked

Pull up with that dirty stuff

Pull up, bet I pop out

I aint have my jewelry dancing till I dropped out

I can do this rapping shit or take the pop route

But from the way I'm moving I'd be dumb to stop now

Spent like thirty on these jeans

Spilt my dirty on my cleats

I ain't worried bitch I'm me

Now these bitches think mean

Feel like Kobe off a bean

Drop eighty one up on yo team

Don't chase me bitch chase yo dreams

Cause shit aint really what it seems

Pulling up with the stick out nigga

Double cup, I say fuck that liquor

Know I'm rich so she hope I pick her

Popped two thirty's so I felt them quicker

Pull up with that dirty cup

Pull up with that dirty stuff

Pull up with the thirty tucked

Pull up with that dirty stuff

Pull up with that dirty cup

Pull up with that dirty stuff

Pull up with the thirty tucked

Pull up with that dirty stuff