Klean Dirty lyrics

[Intro]
(AALLGODDD made it)

[Chorus: FHN Mook & Diamondsonmydi*k]
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
Yeah, I'ma hit him with my dirty .30
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Yeah, I might hit him with my dirty .30 (What?)
Yeah, yeah, sippin' clean dirty (Diamondsonmydi*k, b*tch, Icy God, n*gga, RCB, b*tch)

[Verse 1: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Need demon blood, I don't sip Wok
Ice in the cup [?]
f*ck on your b*tch, and she give me top
Skrrt-skrrt, brand new drop
Sippin' on Wok, I got the Glock
Pullin' up, and I'll leave holes in your top
Ayy, I need some drop
Ayy, been on the block
Damn, n*gga, you know how I came
Icy God, b*tch, you know I'm a saint
Pump his ass down and head straight to the bay
Ayy, f*ck demon b*tch, hold my K
I'm with my n*ggas, and you know that we straight
Pull up, n*gga, I can serve you today
n*ggas know I put that sh*t in your hands, your palms
Your arms and f*ck with [?]
f*ck your b*tch, kiss the guap
Pull up in a brand new drop
Hop out with your b*tch
Now n*ggas lookin' sick, uh
Yeah, n*gga, Icy God sh*t, RCB, n*gga
Sippin' clean dirty, clеan dirty
Sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean, uh, got red bеam, ooh
Demon with the stick, magazine
[Chorus: FHN Mook]
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
Yeah, I'ma hit him with my dirty .30
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Yeah, I might hit him with my dirty .30
Yeah, yeah, sippin' clean dirty

[Verse 2: Black Kray]
Sippin' on dirty, but my room stay clean
I'm in the cut with a infrared beam
Goth Money Gang, b*tch, you know that's the team
Hop-Hop out the coupe, match the blood on my jeans
Hop in the coupe, and you know I'm gon' speed
Pew-pew-pew, know I'm gon' speed
Coupe real clean, but you know I ride dirty
Pew-pew, gun shine, lights on the .30
Gucci birds, my n*ggas hold .30's
Post in the paint [?]
Run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
Run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
Soulja'd up, light some blunts up in the trench, ooh
Pew-pew-pew, in the, in the trench, ooh
[Outro]
(Fatality)