dirty lemonade Lyrics

I'm the garment man, baby, know you feelin' that

Pull up to Miami with my potna G5 in the scat

Nigga doin' that talkin' on the net but weon get into that

Passin' all these hoes to the left and right just like a quarterback

Gone up off the zot, I done fucked around and smoked a pack

It don't even matter what he do, I got my brother back

Fine shit on my side, I'm tryna hit that lil shit from the back

All these blues up in my pocket, I ain't gon' never scream with crackin

OTY we deep up in that bitch, these niggas know what happenin

I just called up fine shit on my side, I'm bouta beat her back in

Crowd control up in that bitch, that choppa just might get a clappin

Glock be tucked up under all these garments, bitch, I'm never lackin

Niggas postin' all these fuckin' banks, them niggas never tappin

I don't even wanna fuck on that lil skram this bitch and keep on yappin

We don't even need to blick, lil' nigga, we can get to scrappin

When we walk up in that bitch, we lenciaga steppin

Free lil Dusse out that jam, that YPC, that what he reppin

Knew them niggas since we were kids back then, them boys were tellin

Man, my whip act like my bitch, the way the engine keep on yellin

Do the dash on GSP, I ain't never hit no dead end

Nigga popped out in a Amiri jean, what the hell you wearin

Niggas show me, his lil' fye, nigga, who the hell you scarin

You ain't fuck with me when I was broke, so why the hell you carin

We at Twin nem party, I'm just tryna see some ass

Pop out at the function, drunk as hell, these bitches kinda bad

Get me drunk enough, I might just throw some money on the ass

Long hair thick shit, I don't know how long I'll last

I'll trick a lil' bit, but I ain't tryna be your dad

Drinkin' on some dirty lemonade, it might just be my last

I don't drive them V8s because them bitches kinda fast

I ain't scared of nothin, but I know for sure that I'm a crash

I'm the garment man, baby, know you feelin' that

Pull up to Miami with my potna G5 in the scat

Nigga doin' that talkin' on the net but weon get into that

Passin' all these hoes to the left and right just like a quarterback

Gone up off the zot, I done fucked around and smoked a pack

It don't even matter what he do, I got my brother back

Fine shit on my side, I'm tryna hit that lil shit from the back