Dirt Lyrics – Key Glock
Singer: Key Glock
Title: Dirt
I’m that n#gg#
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Oh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, n#gg#
Yeah, cut the la familia, n#gg#
It’s a family, not a gang
It’s not a gang, n#gg#
Uh, sick of n#gg#s tryna throw dirt on my name (b#tch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I’m gon’ bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I’m unchanged
Ayy, f#ck this fame and f#ck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These b#tches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this sh#t from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain’t no shame up in my gang, I’m tryna get it off (Off)
This street sh#t is just not the same, most of these n#gg#s soft (Soft)
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I just stay out the way (The way), and collect my bread (My bread)
If you get in my way (My way), you get in one in the head (The—)
Goyard full of blues (Blues), sippin’ on—, sippin’ on red (Red)
Like Worm, I’m ’bout my money (My money), I smoke your #ss, like [?] (Yeah)
I’m a player, I can show you how to play it (Yeah)
Yeah, steppin’ on n#gg#s, no pledge (Uh)
Go to sleep with a chop’ by the bed (Bah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (Yeah)
(All this ice on me, I need a sled, uh)
Think my Bart chain need a Coke (Coke)
Get that money and stack it, you dig? (You dig?)
Nobody like bein’ broke (Nope)
This street sh#t ain’t no joke (No joke), everybody wanna be rich (Rich)
You gotta get off your #ss (Your #ss), and get up on your sh#t (Your sh#t)
My Moncler in a jet (Jet), my Maybach is a ship (Ship)
My pockets keep gettin’ fat (And fatter), it come from all these chips (Chips)
b#tch (b#tch, b#tch, b#tch, b#tch)
Run through it like him (Yeah)
Himmy Boys, Jimmy Neutron
Him Dunkies, hahaha (South Memphis, France)
Dividends (Yeah)
Uh
Uh, sick of n#gg#s tryna throw dirt on my name (b#tch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I’m gon’ bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I’m unchanged
Ayy, f#ck this fame and f#ck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These b#tches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this sh#t from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain’t no shame up in my gang, I’m tryna get it off (Off)
This street sh#t is just not the same, most of these n#gg#s soft (Soft)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah)
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