Dublin lyrics

[Intro]
H-H-H.U.R.T GANG sh*t

[Verse 1: wavehi]
Send her the addy she ready to slide
Pull up beep-beep, yeah waiting outside
Said that she read to die
Murder the coupe
And the whip suicide
Send her the addy she ready to slide
Pull up beep-beep, yeah waiting outside
Said that she read to die
Murder the coupe
And the whip suicide
Look at my eyes like I'd die for you kid
That's a ride or die that gon' slide in the whip
In a blacked out whip
With a racked out b*tch
She stay by my side cause she ready to hit
p*ssed
Speak on my girl get ready for clips
We making movie you only make skits
Cover my credit like lunar eclipse
You broke like a puppy you broke like a b*tch
Broke like a b*tch
I don't give a f*ck about a hoe no more
Gon' slide to the crib and I pop .44
And if life is a b*tch then I want me a hoe
I want some money then I want some more
Come hop in the Audi and close out the door
Sliding in a whip b*tch sliding in a foreign
Boy talking sh*t then I'm just going ignore him
Can't hear nothing
My flow too disgusting
I end the discussion
I'm flowing harder than a faucet escutcheon
Look so normal that in hitting it in public
Going blow up like unlimited eruption
I told the girl turn into an eruption
Price going up like a semiconductor
I run the train on the beat like conductor
I do not love her
[Verse 2: Xelishurt]
J-jump up on the track I beat this sh*t like I abuse it, yuh
Dublin run my streams up I need bags like Apple Music, yuh
Hitting that b*tch and I think she get mad at me
Shoot like the clips that I put in the magazine
Take off the pants and she show me anatomy
All of the sh*t that you say couldn't fathom me
f*ckin' that b*tch and I could never date her
Hit it one time and I pass to the cranker
We drop the merch and then they buy it
The lines at stores they cause a riot
Up, down, left, right, X, Y, B
My Glock is a di*k and it's up in her spleen
S-stuff him in storage like he on the lay away
Jump like I'm Kobe I hit with the fade away
Jump in the pus*y like huh wait
She blow me like shotty a pump fake
Get out my way
I might run your fade
I might swing this blade
It's okay
Take his life away
I might end his day
I'm the range with that triple take
This sh*t is not a game, urgh
[Verse 3: Promtpo]
f*ck it I'ma blast 'em
f*ckin' with the task force
I really am a natural
I blow 'em up collateral
I fold 'em up collapsible
I run it up, I'm admiral
Your statement unretractable
Like, oh no you a bozo
Get your own goals
You see me wanna be me
I'm impassable
Quiet now
I'm in charge and I need you to pipe it down
Funny how I succeed and now you want a new style
Rockstar on my body
My b*tch sippin' saki
Valentino Liberace
C note shop Armani
King of the hill like my name's Bobby
Boujee the b*tches in the lobby
Rap ain't a game, this ain't no hobby
Worked for my name, don't act so c*cky