You might know me from the, dirt
Lil' boy that used to walk the streets
Now I don't say much because talk is cheap
Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat
Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed
Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off
Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off
You can't be lunch meat
We drop them 40's, like we from the country
Bang, Bang
[Verse: 1]
Belt cost eight hundred ayy, forty under it ayy
Bitches chase me down aye, trynna play it ayy
You can blow my candle ayy , Imma stay lit ayy
She say I trynna play her, she feel like Rey bitch ay
I woke up this morning ayy, feeling really rich ayy
Everything real ayy, these even the real kicks ayy
Real neck, real wrists'
I'm a real nigga, Imma need a real bitch ayy, OK
Bitch I paid a thousand for my bedroom
Been toting on a [?]
Bitch I'm feeling like the human Google, I got answers
Cutting all my bitches off, I'm just looking for scissors, ayy
That's the sound of my bitches crying when I break up with them
These niggas baloney, phoney and I can't fuck with them
All these baby bottles, we're not babysitters, ayy
[Chorus]
You might know me from the, dirt
Lil' boy that used to walk the streets
Now I don't say much because talk is cheap
Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat
Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed
Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off
Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off
You can't be lunch meat
We drop them 40's, like we from the country
Bang, Bang
[Verse: 2]
Ball
You know I'm in Neiman Marcus
Valet got my Demon, parked it
Racks hanging out my cargo's (Racks, racks)
I bank with Wells Fargo (Facts)
Intel like El Chapo
She want to be my Griselda Blanco (Griselda)
She like "you sound like a country boy" (Haha)
"But you from the city boy" (Chiraq)
She listen to Diddy boy (Lil thot)
But her face is real pretty boy
And her waist is lil' bitty boy
Pull it from bag full of cash, no Tity Boi
We good in every city boy
Back to back, no Hemis boy
You can hear them Hellcats racing throught the city boy
[Chorus]
You might know me from the, dirt
Lil' boy that used to walk the streets
Now I don't say much because talk is cheap
Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat
Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed
Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off
Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off
You can't be lunch meat
We drop them 40's, like we from the country
Bang, Bang
[Chorus] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, Bang [Verse: 1] Belt cost eight hundred ayy, forty under it ayy Bitches chase me down aye, trynna play it ayy You can blow my candle ayy , Imma stay lit ayy She say I trynna play her, she feel like Rey bitch ay I woke up this morning ayy, feeling really rich ayy Everything real ayy, these even the real kicks ayy Real neck, real wrists' I'm a real nigga, Imma need a real bitch ayy, OK Bitch I paid a thousand for my bedroom Been toting on a [?] Bitch I'm feeling like the human Google, I got answers Cutting all my bitches off, I'm just looking for scissors, ayy That's the sound of my bitches crying when I break up with them These niggas baloney, phoney and I can't fuck with them All these baby bottles, we're not babysitters, ayy [Chorus] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, Bang [Verse: 2] Ball You know I'm in Neiman Marcus Valet got my Demon, parked it Racks hanging out my cargo's (Racks, racks) I bank with Wells Fargo (Facts) Intel like El Chapo She want to be my Griselda Blanco (Griselda) She like "you sound like a country boy" (Haha) "But you from the city boy" (Chiraq) She listen to Diddy boy (Lil thot) But her face is real pretty boy And her waist is lil' bitty boy Pull it from bag full of cash, no Tity Boi We good in every city boy Back to back, no Hemis boy You can hear them Hellcats racing throught the city boy [Chorus] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, Bang Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/ballout-country-1596543.html
