Lyrics:
I should make art?
Nah you don't get this heart
You say that you love me (dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip!)
But I don't wanna be your slave
Yea
Its your boy BIGHAND-NO
This one goes to all my bike riders
I dont care if you ride sport bikes, dirt bikes, Harleys, choppers, cruisers lets
do a dirt bike wheelie (stand in the bend)
D&G shirt mix the Off-White with it (lil' nigga, I'm drippin')
In the strip club throwin' money
on the hills, just got the settlements off (Rich)
Lately I been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)
That two-door with
you knew right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip i think your type like
(Fifty cal I think it your
right
Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
right
Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass
hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin
I'll make ya head hurt
When the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin'
Zh lil big city
We on the block
Get griddy
Dirt bike pop
Do wheelies
Bad bad boy
No diddy
That's that spot get jiggy
Fresh like the prince from
Oohin' and moanin'
All the way past two in the morning
That club just made my whole night
But you might make my whole life
We should be sleepin'
icy
We we poppin' bottles
Showin' thug love
If you act up in the club
Then you know we throwin' hollows
What it do partna'
Get to close I spark ya
If she throw it
Double time the get back
She want a country nigga
Brodie let me hold yo dirt bike
She want a city nigga
Rari let me push the top
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
Louis V, standin' on the dugout
Turnpike, dirt bike, swerve left, swerve right
Activate, activate, kamikaze bombs-flier
Babygirl, I'm gone out my brain
don't work right
Think I'm gettin' numb to the pain, 'cause it don't hurt right
I just wanna go to my hood, wheelie a dirt bike
And post up
the Bentley
Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different
Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin'
My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay
Bitch I hang with drug dealin
Pistol toting dope smoke smoking
Wild thug niggas
I'm going up VIP
I'm in the club nigga
Let's ride out
Bitch we gotta
on my wish list
Apollo dirt bikes, probably get it gifted
You tryna stunt hard nigga you
convincing?
And they always use my name
But they never use my
Fucking off a perc I be high as a damn kite
Slid down on the opp block shot em off a dirt bike
I feel like I'm weezy I don't got no ceilings
I block the hoe
and roll beats, I love hip hop
Blues is my rhythm when I'm thinking too much
I need some R&B when I'm chilling in a club
Music in my veins
Like a river
the ignition flow so quick like 450 dirt bike sugar shane boy he got it ripping
Hold on wait a minute while I kill it ima rip it on the track like a greyhound
niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a wheelie to that!
I went from B-more to New York to Philly
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