Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't f**k the first time, b*t*h, well, my bad
I don't like talkin' 'bout sh*t that we did
A b*t*h stop postin' them n***as we killed
B*t*h, we sell pills, b*t*h, and take drill
Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain't real
If he don't sniff this, then his a** can't smell
Who can move a thou'? Lil' bruh, I can't tell
I'll put this b*t*h on whoever, free Dirt
'Fore you f**k Cheese, b*t*h, f**k me first
Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup
Real mud brothers, b*t*h, shout out Lil Stirrup
Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl
Ever since Drew died, big four-five
Glock ten milli' throw a six-four blind
That b*t*h, yeah, that b*t*h mine
Phone won't ring 'less it's six-one-five
Probably want beans, sh*t, he probably want tan
Hope you want lean, I'ma show 'em how to dance
Even if he want Gotti, I'ma send a lil' bands
Wanted for a body, might as well keep goin'
This week, I'm trappin', spent last week tourin'
Corner house slappin', pink Runtz transformin'
Used to be a killer, well, now he informin'
B*t*h, you a rat, rat
Probably told on Reek, probably told on App
All my hoes on fleek, you'd tell by they bags
He ain't with me, how you know he had a mask?
B*t*h, I'm in my bag, better ask your n***a
Them pics he be likin', them the hoes I'm hittin'
Big 4s, I'm him, all winter, black Timbs
Can't show a n***a sh*t but how to run up M's
N***a, thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't f**k the first time, b*t*h, well, my bad
I don't like talkin' 'bout sh*t that we did
A b*t*h stop postin' them n***as we killed
B*t*h, we sell pills, b*t*h, and take drill
Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain't real
If he don't sniff this, then his a** can't smell
Who can move a thou'? Lil' bruh, I can't tell
B*t*h, you a rat , rat
Probably told on me, probably told on App
Parole hold on Dirt, spend whatever to get him back
Like twelve in the dirt y'all ain't never gettin' back
Crack a seal on the purp', name a n***a sellin' that
He ain't f**kin' with me, b*t*h, tell a ho to tell him that
Me and my n***as get it done, get it done
Want the keys to my heart? Show a b*t*h who ain't a bum
Want the keys to the car? Cop a bag and get a run
I survive in the slums
Mini Draco, AK with the drum
All blue digits, might just wear 'em for a month
Freaky lil' b*t*h, she gon' suck it 'til I c*m
I ain't tippin' sh*t, rather spend it on my son
I blew off thirty on somebody just for fun
If they ain't really have to squeeze, what they doin' with us?
Knowin' he not whackin', b*t*h, quit tellin' me it's up
Ayy, n***as be cappin', n***as be b*t*hes
N***as be rappin', really, n***as be finished
Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't f**k the first time, b*t*h, well, my bad
I don't like talkin' 'bout sh*t that we did
A b*t*h stop postin' them n***as we killed
B*t*h, we sell pills, b*t*h, we take drill