Dirty 38 lyrics

[Intro]
Four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a f*ck, we murdering—
Mob
Ayy, Doe
And I got Ears in this b*tch
You know Jordan punishing it
Nah, for real
I'm coming like that (Where Harto at, bruh?)
Ayy, I don't— Ayy, I— And I told these n*ggas ain't sh*t these n*ggas could do with me on no rap sh*t
Lyrically, I'll punish any of you b*tch-ass n*ggas, you hear me?
I'm just speaking lyrically
Mob (No cap), Mob, Mob
Uh

[Chorus]
Uh, b*tch-ass n*ggas be having them b*tch traits
I ain't f*cking with n*ggas 'cause I know they b*tch made
Split 'em in half like Blade
If I'm looking for 'em, I search for his ass through Waze
I'm taxing them hits like I'm playing six-eight
We still catching bodies like back in the day
Colt four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a f*ck, we murdering everyday
I ain't chasing no b*tch 'cause all of 'em runaways
Got so many guns, don't know what to tote today
Walkdown, rundown, that's the 'Yo to the Blow way
Uptown, come to hop out and blow away
Ears and Doe 'bout to trap 'round the 'Yo today
We banging that yay and slinging a short Drac'
[Verse]
n*gga DM 'bout b*tches and he on a fake page
If I say I don't care, you could f*ck the b*tch any day
Why the f*ck would I care if I run it up anyway?
Put ten on a n*gga and get it back in a day
These n*ggas characters, I think they anime
Could've been dead and that's why I had to make it
We getting close up, we don't do no mistaking
Hot-ass b*tch, I know you've been faking
'Bout to go to New York and sit down 'bout a bag
Get a telly full of b*tches slapping they ass
If you ugly with ass, b*tch, put on a mask
Can I f*ck you for sure? 'Cause I'm not 'bout to ask
I'm not disrespectful, b*tch, I'm in my bag
We was riding with hard and we couldn't crash
When 12 got on us, we didn't do the dash
Doe had her dunking the dope in her ass
I pull up so fast, they thought I was Flash
I'm hanging out windows, I'm geeking to blast
Can't nobody run, I'm Drac-ing they ass
n*ggas hopping them gates and I'm chasing they ass
I ain't chasing no b*tch who keep showing her ass
I let the b*tch go and I got me some cash
Whoever DM me, it gotta be your new man
You will never get up with me, you need a new plan
Turn him to Pooh Sauce, call me the Pooh man
n*gga called up my lawyer, yeah, I got a Jew man
I'm the Punisher, I get up on him with two bands
Start spanking the Drac', I'ma knock you out your shoe, man
We just spinned two blocks, we had two vans
I got a n*gga knocked off for two bands
I'm with Choobarka, shorty a real man
f*ck rap, I'm hitting licks to get real bands
n*ggas be hoes, so I call 'em f*ck boys
They saying sh*t, but not making no noise
Glock with the switch, knock him right out his corduroys
Spank him on cam', take a pic with my Polaroid
Rappers be lying, so I call 'em Soulja Boy
Dive in that water, I'm leaving you floating, boy
b*tch told me she hate me, but really adore me
Too deep in the streets, I won't let n*ggas whore me
Glock set 'em on fire, we leaving 'em scorching
Sign me a deal and get some endorsements
If I have me a daughter, I'll Christian Dior her
I'll Givenchy you, baby, no Juicy Coutures
Make the b*tch choke whenever she bored
Shorty a roller, shorty a cold whore
I ain't kissing no more 'cause b*tches got cold sores
I be throwing up threes and pouring up fours
[Chorus]
Uh, b*tch-ass n*ggas be having them b*tch traits
I ain't f*cking with n*ggas 'cause I know they b*tch made
Split 'em in half like Blade
If I'm looking for 'em, I search for his ass through Waze
I'm taxing them hits like I'm playing six-eight
We still catching bodies like back in the day
Colt four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a f*ck, we murdering everyday
I ain't chasing no b*tch 'cause all of 'em runaways
Got so many guns, don't know what to tote today
Walkdown, rundown, that's the 'Yo to the Blow way
Uptown, come to hop out and blow away
Ears and Doe 'bout to trap 'round the 'Yo today
We banging that yay and slinging a short Drac'