DIME (feat. Mike Shabb)

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Dime and I'm leaky
You a rat ok mikey
She gon' ride on the dicky
Watch your back boy you Ricky
Fine and she freaky
It gon' bounce like with Freaky
You my son, ok ziggy
Did it even if it's risky

Dime and I'm leaky
You a rat ok mikey
She gon' ride on the dicky
Watch your back boy you Ricky
Fine and she freaky
It gon' bounce like with Freaky
You my son, ok ziggy
Did it even if it's risky

You're scared i'm gonna break your soul
Oh I'mma rip it
Bring a foreign car, do the dash, yeah I'mma whip it
Drownin' in a pool full of juice, yeah I'mma sip it
Lil boy is full of cap, someone give this man a fitted
Baby ain't even shaved, went in there and it was rugged
Had to call Shabbo 'cause you know this shit was Rugged
Gotta call my homie 'cause he shootin' you the bucket
I'm hungry and I'm starving, gotta eat it like a buffet
Two bills for the jacket
I like my drip local
I'm doing everything, need a bag for the vocals
The broski from the South, I ain't even know the route
Got me a little baddie and she do it for the clout
If you ever need a thing I'll f*ck him up without a doubt
He gotta chill, tell yo homie that we got his house
Six'th Ave, now he knows that he gotta watch his mouth
Six'th Ave, now he knows that he gotta watch his mouth
I came up from the ground, that's why I'm stayin' high
Please shawty don't call my phone, if you need to cry
I could give you a hit, 'cause I do them every night
My vision's staying clear, 'cause my glasses got me right
I came up from the ground, that's why I'm stayin' high
Please shawty don't call my phone, if you need to cry
I could give you a hit, 'cause I do them everynight
My vision's staying clear, 'cause my glasses got me right

Dime and I'm leaky
You a rat ok mikey
She gon' ride on the dicky
Watch your back boy you Ricky
Fine and she freaky
It gon' bounce like with Freaky
You my son, ok ziggy
Did it even if it's risky

Dime and I'm leaky
You a rat ok mikey
She gon' ride on the dicky
Watch your back boy you Ricky
Fine and she freaky
It gon' bounce like with Freaky
You my son, ok ziggy
Did it even if it's risky

Why the hell he starin' at me, boy I ain't no bitch
I go magician with this money and I'm selling tricks
When I air this choppa out, this shit sound like Kiss
Skinny nigga, I still beat a nigga with both fists
I call my nigga if I need somebody to tote shit
I ain't scared to lose my life, I'm ready to go dead
Niggas don't wanna lose their life, they gon' take it there
And sometimes I feel like violence's necessary
So much talking and then nowadays, shit's just funny to me
I paid this cookie sixty a pack, now it's a hundred each
And this shit around my neck, chicati diamond peace
I'm mostly wearing sweatpants, but I copped these fire jeans
I don't give a f*ck I step a nigga in my Raph's
I ain't driving but my nigga surely is spinnin' this dash
And while I stack this money, you gon' spend this cash
Sometimes I wonder how y'all gave these niggas a pass
I can tell by how he move that nigga straight cap
Different lifestyle that I'm livin', I cannot change that
He got a gun, he gonna aim that
I got a shooter, he from the eighties, videotape that
First time I see him around, I thought that boy a cop
I've seen him hang with a opp, I think that boy a opp
And this music shit you doin', I think that boy gon' flop
Ain't no better in this city, we got this bitch unlocked

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