Song parody of
Dickie Pants
by 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 fuck
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 fuck 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
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 fuck
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 fuck 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
