BLACK DIRT ft. Lild3l & Rackzgabe Lyrics

I put that Nicki switchy up on the Glock, it got a lot of twerk

It got a lot of twerk

Damn

Damn, pull up & Pop a Perk, I put that Nicki switchy up on the Glock, it got a lot of twerk

I told Unky to hit the trap phone, I got a lot of work

Damn, I need a bad bitch from the South, this not a latto verse

Fucked up, finna walk outside the crib, I grab da chopper first

Like damn, I think a nigga trippin'

It's morton cause he asked what was in my cup, this what a nigga sippin'

This ten bands, I'm finna turn it to a hundred, this what a nigga flippin

Yeah, I fuck with Blueface, but not like that cause I don't fuck with Crippin

23 put 33 up in his chest like Mike and Scottie Pippen

The bitch put the wet pussy on a nigga, it got my body drippin'

I got a Glock it King Von, a nigga up and have his body flippin'

I got a fiend, he just did a line in coke, it got his body trippin'

Took the ARP out my fuckin' coat, now my hobby missin'

I just walked a nigga down with a scope and now Bobby missin'

I can tell this bitch was a..

I can tell this bitch was a snake, I heard Shawty hissin'

Like shit, I cut her off the roster

I can tell this bitch ain't have a dad, she probably was a foster

My cough gettin' crazy, I need the red, that's what I told the doctor

Everyone up in the hood know you a fake, this bitch a known imposter

I asked Gabe for another feat, he said it's gonna cost ya

Mix the Wocky and the Trish together, I'm a known crosser

Told the plug I need another pint, I'm a known crosser

Seen his blick up on the boat, I'm finna take it in an overtoss him

And this bitch just said she fuck with JoeyStaxxx because she know I'm awesome

Told the bitch I don't fuck with witchcraft, she fuck with Harry Potter

She asked me why I took her to McDonald's, cause you ain't built for lobster

The bitch tried to line me by herself, I fucked around and popped her

Caught the bitch goin' through my stash, I fucked around and rocked her

My bohemian nigga in the back, but he don't fuck with Rasta

My bitch scraping the pot in the kitchen, nigga you think it's pasta

I had to slide back on the beat, I had a wack verse

My bitch was sellin' pills up in the hood, she like the trap nurse

I wake up, I brush my teeth and grab the Mac first

I bought my bitch some brand new Chanelly, bitch this a strap purse

I just hit the pussy a little too hard, I got the cat hurt

Yeah, the nigga wanna pop out to the function, I need the act first

Put a nigga six feet under, all that nigga seen was black dirt

Put a nigga six feet under, all that nigga seen was black dirt

Damn, pull up and pop a perc

I put that Nicki switchy up on the Glock, it got a lot of twerk

I told Unky to hit the trap phone, I got a lot of work

Damn, I need a bad bitch from the south, this not a latto verse

Fucked up, finna walk outside the crib, I grab the chopper first

Like damn, I think a nigga trippin'

It's morton, cause he asked what was in my cup, that's what a nigga sippin'

This ten bands, I'm finna turn it to a hundred, that's what a nigga flippin'