Dirty Revolver lyrics

[Intro]
([?] in the house)
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[Verse]
f*ck the Wraith, I'm in a Chevrolet Impala
With duct tape around a dirty-ass revolver
Real check, Versace jet for the charter
Make sure the vultures with me every time I departure
Yeah, I f*cked her good, real good, and I ain't call her
She say I'm being petty, petty
I be ready like Freddy if a n*gga got a problem, pus*y n*gga, I'm ready, ready
Fifteen for a nine piece
I swear it don't make no motherf*cking sense, the b*tch a dime piece
Quarter mill' on a time piece
Keep it real, then they change, man, you still don't surprise me
And n*ggas know not to try me
I've been spendin', then I bendin' to my people house in pine tree
Buck 50 let me duck in the dungeon
A bear's in the Benz, and I'm seein' Jumanji
When they coming out with some new women?
'Cause all the bad b*tches now on that fetty, fetty
And if health really wealth, motherf*cker, I'm healthy
n*gga, Dr. Sebi, Sebi
Yeah, little mix b*tch with the hazel eyes
I'm like, "Can I get your number?" Her friends said, "Can he?"
She said, "You Haitian and a Gemini, boy
I already know you trouble, but LOL, text me"
Came through they block swinging like baseball
Should've had they things out, gave their hood a paint job
Rip a n*gga face off, won't stop, can't stop
By the time they check off, this ho sayin', "Take off"
Burnin sh*t, Madoff, been pressure since I came out
The womb, I'm a motherf*ckin' goon
Hey, pop that boy balloon, pew and zoom
Fredo in the dune, you beef with me, your doom
Flippa finna be soon, he comin' home in June
Thuggin' every noon, ain't no lovey-dovey do
Keep a Glock like it’s glued
Snatch back and shoot, off-white shoes, the crack khaki too, ooh, mm
Pop that boy balloon, pew, zoom
She know I was a bug, I was born in June
Posted in the club blowing K2 fumes