Dickie Pants
Kam Mcnasty & Yvngshad
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Mm Ay, Ay Uh, Ay Ay, Uh, Ay I can tell she a freak by the way she tweet She a vegan, but she only eat this meat, ay She rolled a jay she tryna get (High) Ay She like to ride wit me cause her last nigga was pie, ay I'm posted wit killas fasho, ya betta know, ay My young nigga he cut, ay, he throwin a four And paul just called, he got a choppa He tryna show us them brand new sticks I'm on probation right now, but shad don't give a f*ck He still tryna pass the blick I'm in the trap tryna get this shit off, ion leave til it's gone I'm here like eleven to six Came up sellin that shit, ain't no point in lying You better off tellin that bitch Smoke out the O Ion get up for that lil shit, Geezys gotta wait at the door Heard that he sweet, he gon hop down on that lil shit And she gon give me that lo Look I'm facing a three five just off the wake up I'm in her face, just like some makeup I was broke last year, I had to get my cake up Yeen never seen a young nigga wit an AR tucked in his dickie pants Have ya? I talk to the demons, I talk to the pastors I'm chasing money, I'm tryna get faster, ay And yeah we been spinning like we at the playground Nah we don't hit the same pattern If he ever up it, that four five dumpin That nigga can't say that ian blast em These niggas can't say that ian eating I'm all in his bushes wit all black skis These niggas can't say that ian creeping Ay, load it up nigga, we ready to drop in One in the head, already got one cocked in Caught his ass dolo, that nigga was boxed in Smoke in the air, know these niggas gon cop out Thirty four stick with a drum, we can rock out Stand on ten like the pledge of allegiance Got me some motion these niggas ain't peep it Bitch was always on f*ck shit, say that she cut off Swear that she couldn't believe it And this bitch keep on calling my phone from a blocked number This bitch tryna get even Ay, Some musty hoes just came in the party Alright I'm leaving, ay If you ain't talkin bout money, then why is you speaking? Ay, My main bitch say she leaving Cause I only see her on the weekend I play wit her cookie my hand in the jar, ay We got more poles in the car, ay My momma said that I'm a star, ay Really I'm raising the bar, ay And I be high like all the time If I smell like weed, please disregard And you lil niggas ain't gangsta I hang round niggas that'll pull ya card Forreal
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Written by: Kameron McKenzie, Roshad Reid
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