Dirt Mcgerk

Smokin' on Dirt McGerk, it's easy Yeah, diamonds I'ma go and change the speed, I'ma cocaine and weed Smokin' on Dirt McGerk, sippin' on syrup with Kirk See, I'm on the lows and highs, I don't play with my nose, I'm lyin' I stay on my Q's and P's, I just be gettin' my B's I'm bangin' Ol' B's and C's, them crackers done gave me the keys I got a few mill' on these, my nigga, he kill with ease You run up, you gon' get blast, I'm movin' on slowed and fast That mean I'm on downs and ups, yeah, nigga, I'm sour as fuck I don't even wash my cup, I just keep feelin' myself I just be feelin' myself, I've just been feelin' myself Yeah, and I love all my shiners to death I'm forever, off addys and X It's the water boy, out and exec' Get a lil' one, I'm payin' off the chef It's essential when cookin' this meth With no mention, shit, fuck with my breath Had me put all my demons to rest He was dry, he ain't had to get wet Do the same if you wanna get drenched I'm so quick with this, fin' like a fish I'm so quick with this, fin off my hip Pop a ten, she ain't fucking me quick Break her heart, then she love me again And you love me, bitch, carry these bricks I ain't trickin', give my junkie a kiss Help me bring' some more customers in Servin' niggas exotic & roxy Got me losing' a count of these bodies Big bro gave me a piece of the meth I hear voices, I'm talkin' to death Run up on me, I'm leavin' em stretched I done made it out, breakin' a sweat Lil D, Fetty, Quan, Jeezy, will, who I'm smokin' on next Me and Tazz really Kobe and shaq Add LeBron, if you throwing in yak I sent the text, then he turned around Then I left that boy on his back I prefer my hoes pretty and black Baking soda, won't stick to the crack Try run, get shot in the hip Gun jam ', he get beat with the clip I'm in his grass, waiting outside But I posted like I'm on a trip I served him fentanyl in a Doritos bag Police thought I gave him chips I've been textin' this junkie like he my friend Sell me a bottle of 'scripts Guns and drugs, free Polo Pooh But crackers ain't catchin' this whip Yeah, I put the benz in cruise (Yeah) Nigga, you snooze, you lose (Yeah) That nigga ain't see, grimace yet 'Til I pull his ass under my shoes Got my opps playin' saw, but difference is They dyin', I don't care what they choose (I don't care) 'Kuh this business, kill that boy We really putting shit on the news, on God I ain't feeling', lil' buddy, I'm sorry Ain't got at least 5 we ain't got nothin' in common Movin' in silence, slidin', congregate, shiners Vultures, gremlins, goblins Please don't bother me, how I'm vibin'? It's a feelin', it's hard to describe it Mixin' six with the roxys we pop 'em Ain't doin' no back and forth, hooping and hollering Put some database, homage just died it It was local, I treat it colossal I accomplished the mission impossible Understand that most artists impostors Well, I guess Geeski just ain't no artist Got the snakes, they live down to my gardens Got me fed up with necklaces and stardom They was thirsty, I brought 'em some water Put the syrup on the black, so I don't burn like that Every opp I caught, pop, every hat I catch, splat Droptop Maybach, me and Soto go way back My strap got dum-dum bullets, big blue tips got mushrooms in it I put a kit on a coupe, I'm stickin', I'm feelin', you feelin' me too I left the bitch in the room, when I walked in I caught her stealin' the boot Jigga man, Jigga man, ooh, I learned on the curve, can't get into school Put it in, stick it in, ooh, then roll it, roll, I'm rollin' roll Trap house jumpin', I make a hundred more at the corner store Don't even touch him, bring him right to me, I'm finna cut his throat I've just been doin' my thug, tatted up, my foot in the slums I ain't worried 'bout gettin' no love, true story, I'm mixin' my drugs I'm a junkie, I tried everythin', all this money, just buyin' anythin' E Murda just gave me an E, these murders been boostin' my geek I go zoot on Riatta with G, I put boot up in all that I eat I've been livin' off noodles and molly's I keep losin' a count of these bodies