Dyk Lyrics

Yea,yea

Yea,yea

Yea,yea

Yea, yea, yea

Bitch I'm toxic yea I know

Do you know how it feels to have this cash all on the floor

She love me huh, lil bitch ion give no fuck

This shit so fucking toxic lil baby I want more

Bitch I'm on the top floor, i dont shoot I cut throats

I just count this paper, count this paper till my thumb sore

I just roll my paper, stack my paper I don't fuck hoes

Always keep a switch so I can spray just like a damn hose

Niggas aint getting no drip fr

Nigga ain't fucking that bitch fr

I took his li ho and she called me god I told her chill fr

Fuck all of that lil boy shit got big boy sticks in the whip fr

Soon as my pockets got cheesy

All of these fuck niggas turned to rats fr

Do you know it feel to have this money clock

Do you know how it feel to have this money walk

This money shit is new to you can see the way you damn talk

Hoes be on my dick ion say shit I let my money talk

These hoes be on my dick im too damn fast so I start sipping wok

You want smoke then match it then

Ion fight I don't use no hands

Bitch im spinning in a Benz, going up with no Advance

You just gotta be patient

Please do not fuck up the pace that we going

Please do not fuck up the cadence

All of the shit that you know I been knowing

Im just tryna reach nations

All of the shit that you did i been doing, swear yall niggas been faded