Dirt lyrics

by

Paper Route Empire



[Intro]
That n*gga
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Uh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, n*gga
Yeah
Cutthroat La Familia, n*gga
It's a family, not a gang
And not a game

[Chorus]
Uh, sick of n*ggas tryna throw dirt on my name (b*tch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirko Bang
Yeah, Glock be the name and you know I'm gon' bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'ma change
Ayy, f*ck this fame and f*ck these chains
Made packs disappear like David Blaine
These b*tches be all on my ding-a-ling
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got that sh*t from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain't no shame up in my game, I'm tryna get it all (All)
This street sh*t is just not the same, most of these n*ggas soft (Soft)

[Verse]
Yeah, I just stay out the way (The way) and collect my bread (My bread)
If you get in my way (My way), you get one in the head (The head, fah, fah, fah)
Goyard full of blues (Blues), sippin' on— sippin' on red (Red)
Like Worm, I'm 'bout my money (My money), I'll smoke your ass like Craig (Yeah)
I'm a player, I can show you how to play it (Yeah)
Yeah, steppin' on n*ggas, no pledge (Uh)
Go to sleep with a chop by the bed (Bah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (Yeah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (Uh), think my Bart chain need a coat (Coat)
Get that money and stack it, you dig? (You dig?) Nobody like bein' broke (Nope)
This street sh*t ain't no joke (No joke), everybody wanna be rich (Rich)
You gotta get off your ass (Your ass) and get up on your sh*t (Your sh*t)
My Moncler in a jet (Jet), my Maybach is a ship (Ship)
My pockets keep gettin' fat (And fatter), it come from all these chips (Chips)
[Interlude]
b*tch (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Run through it like (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Him (Yeah)
Himmy Boys, Himmy Neutron (b*tch)
Him Duncan (South Memphis' finest)
Himothy (Yeah)
Uh

[Chorus]
Uh, sick of n*ggas tryna throw dirt on my name (b*tch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirko Bang
Yeah, Glock be the name and you know I'm gon' bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'ma change
Ayy, f*ck this fame and f*ck these chains
Made packs disappear like David Blaine
These b*tches be all on my ding-a-ling
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got that sh*t from Dolph (Yeah)
It ain't no shame up in my game, I'm tryna get it all (Uh)
This street sh*t is just not the same, most of these n*ggas soft (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
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