Durty! ft. NoFace007 Lyrics

Tan grip Witta thirty, pink up in my cup like Kirby

Why you think they call me dirty? Got this bitch stuffed Witta curry

I be right back, don't you worry, got a hit this play and hurry

White q8 look like a brick, but the inside of that bitch on Hershey

5400 on my jersey, it's a lot of shit that hurt me

So when I'm up, can't show no mercy, bitch want me dead, keep tryn dirt me

Might suck her titty cause they perky, thirty shots, no Tod, gurley

Two bows, James worthy, purp lean made me slurry

I can't go nowhere that I can't step up in and bring out fye

It's a shame that same shit'll make you laugh or make you cry

Promise if a nigga pull up to my house, boy, he gon' die

I got blessed a thousand chances, wanna send me to the sky

In a BMV with big ass stick on me, I'm lookin' hot

Dis essentials cover up this thirty round and big ass knock

Presidential, when I hop in this Q8, I feel like God

I feel special, pull up to PNC and take out them knots

Don't hop in this shit if you ain't wit it, that's some shit I learned

Nigga had all my respect, lost all that shit, fuck what he earned

From threatenin' me through all them messages, that shit be for the birds

At the light, you gotta choose to turn right or nigga swerve

Tan grip with a thirty, pink up in my cup like Kirby

Why you think they call me dirty, got this bitch stuffed witta curry

I be right back, don't you worry, got a hit this play and hurry

White Q8 look like a brick, but the inside of that bitch on Hershey

5400 on my jersey, it's a lot of shit that hurt me

So when I'm up, can't show no mercy, bitch, want me dead keep tryn dirt me, might suck a titty, cause they perky

Thirty shots, no Todd, gurley, two bows like James Worthy

Purp lean made me slurry

You talk about paper, you broke, you can't een up a rack

Switchin' lane to lane, no Happy Meals, I'm totin' a Big Mac

In the field, it's fourth and inches and I'm tryn get a sack

Claim you in the streets for real when yo ass can't even move a pack

I'm in a cat with a bad lil hoe, I'm pullin' on her tracks

And the window's five percent, you know it's on me, I can't lack

C-U-T-X-M-B-O, we step on shit and that's a fact

Really fuckin' up the city, none of the opps gon' say it's cap

Ain't send no shot this way, y'all brickin

Can't hop up in this ride without no strap and can't be missin

Yeah, I'm turnt up in a function with two hoes, I got them kissin

She fuck with me, I'll fuck with her, but that hoe know that I ain't trickin

Tan grip with a thirty, switch on the back, come try to hurt me

BigNoe Sprite ain't lookin' clean, so why you think we call him dirty

Got this bitch stuff with a curry, gon' be right back, don't you worry

Fuck the opps, ain't in the field, ain't throwin' bullets, Kyler Murray, bitch