Dirty dan! Lyrics

We love you sinserely

Sinserely bitch

Walk that boy down with that blick

Ain't smoking no pound how you smoking that brick

Glock gotta flash lil bitch you checking my pick

Look at my body got blood on my Ricks

Think about you in my head got me sick

Them niggas they capping they just tryna fit

Niggas they capping they just tryna fit

Boy tryna fit in like fitted cap

My young nigga sipping on faygo right off the map

Young nigga swear he like bruce, the way dat

That .40 clap

He tied up in shit, that nigga he mummy wrap

Fuck that might give him a gap

After we kill him head back to that trap

I keep that blick and that bullet in lap

I got his location say thank you to snap

Exposing his body got turned into scrap

Don't walk out the house you ain't toting no strap

Nigga a flower like poppy

I keep my shot I ask where the opps be

They know where I be how these niggas can't find me

I'm killing that bitch if she try to line me

Dirty Dan, take this wood to my face

Hop in the V take the jakes on a chase

I ain't waiting on niggas, go pick up that pace

Hollows be rushing my niggas ain't leaving no trace

Open that door that nigga get maced

I won't fuck on that hoe she might get her a taste

Ion know how I feel it depends on the day

Don't ask for a feat lil nigga you pay

Pay up lil nigga

Run up on me you get shot up lil nigga

Think that you big get rocked up lil nigga

Youn got you no stripes lil nigga not tigger

You a bitch, how you can't figure

Niggas they mad cause they hate cause I'm realer

Kick in his shit ima ape like gorilla

I ain't fucking that bitch I heard she got fillers

Bitch you know I'm Sinserely I mask up in that dark

Catch one of them niggas might rip him apart

That nigga like kai, he small like he heart

Don't say you got bread why you lie on that chart

You can tell she a hoe youn gotta be smart

That bitch like to bend I ain't checking no arch

Just like a marker my niggas they color

Catch him in public my shoot at his mother

He ain't there with his mother, might shoot at his brother

She playing both sides I might have to shut her

shut her right down

I'm from LA you can't come in my town

Scope his ass out he can't come in this town

After we finish might smoke me a pound

Smoke me a pound of this blunt this weed

Dissing on gang you might die in a week

We hawk down gang we might hop out on feet

Pull up to his funeral my nigga he wearing his tee

Fuck that like what is this beat

What I'm I on lil bitch you know when I speak

I ain't giving you shit for free

Where was you at lil bitch you ain't do it for me