Dirt Off Your Shoulder lyrics

[Intro]
Glahh Glahh Glahh Glahh Boom
Like AJ, Like AJ, Like AJ get drifty
Glahh Glahh Glahh , Glahh Glahh
Like what, Like what, Like what
Like n*ggas know who it is that Say jet n*gga suck my di*k
(Rippyy) Rip AJ, free Naz, free the guys

[Verse 1]
I'm really outside n*ggas do it for stripes (Like what)
How the face of your block is a stupid ass dyke (Like how)
When I step in the function ain't come here to fight (On bro)
If they throw up a O then I'm ending the night (All O's Shot)
b*tch I'm the jet can't miss this flight (Whoopty)
You not a jet can't reach this height (Like what)
Told bro just go just run that light heard the opps in the spot imma send that glahh glahh
Push his whole sh*t back like a droptop (On bro)
Pole jam up he gеt fold like a laptop (On bro)
Free bro got booked for the hotbox
Hе tried to spin and got sent to the chop shop (Free Naz)
I got a ooter who creep through the back blocks
He on go once he heard that the back drop (Juju)
I call up Juju he making sh*t mad hot (Juju)
Once he done that sh*t f*cking with mad cops (Gang gang gang)
Why these n*ggas keep mentioning bro (Like why)
Why ya dissing on bro and ya n*ggas ain't ever do sh*t (At all)
I'm really spinning for bro reminiscing on bro tryna make sure somebody get hit (Like what)
Why do they say they outside, but they never outside that's how somebody always gets spliffed (They never outside)
I really stay with the knock and stay in the sock
Get the knock and start moving like (Glahh Glahh)
Where he at? get him clapped, he gon get killed for the sh*t that he jack (EBK)
b*tch I'm the jet with the Gzz in the back (Glahh x5) if he throw up a O then I'm leaving him flat (Boom)
Nazzy died what they do about that? (Nazzy)
Chii died, and they dropped him a track
Bobby too fat tried to run and got packed (Bobby) and his brother keep texting me n*gga get back (Get back)
b*tch I'm the jet I be screaming out Whoopty (Whoopty)
So salute me or shoot me
We got his b*tch and we yelling out groupie (Groupie) and that man is a goofy
He think he tuff till' we knock off his kufi (He not tuff)
Get low with the chop in the back of the hoopty (Like what)
Put a tag on his back like ksubi (Like What)
If I miss Mani bussing the UV
Murda my brother this sh*t never stop (Murda)
Deadgame n*gga we did a lot (At all)
Tell em free Nas, got em trapped in a box (EMS n*gga)
And tell em free Tru, heard he runnin the spot (free gang)
First day into jail I was beating on opps (Drillygzzly n*gga)
n*gga free [?] Mr. Soap in the Sock
First day into jail I was beating on opps (On bro)
n*gga free [?] Mr.Soap in the- (Free gang)
[Verse 2]
I know a n*gga who lives in the side
And the next thing you know he got punched in his eye (Like what?)
Rayy Balla got shot and the kid almost died (EOS n*gga)
And the next thing you know he in songs tryna lie (On bro)
I don't get it, n*ggas pus*y, they never be with it (At all)
He tried to up it, hit him but I didn't
And if booked, we beat him on a visit, glah- Glad
We forbid it
You ain't tough, you a rat, n*gga quit it
If I get booked and see you we gon get it
And imma cut you n*gga you ain't livin, grah grah
Why these n*ggas keep dissin my set, but them n*ggas ain't do nothing yet
RIP Dummy, pantin on his chest
I could keep going but you know the rest
Matter of fact, imma keep this sh*t goin
I know y'all lovin the way that I'm flowin
Why they rappin bout guns they ain't totin?
Kidnap his mom, put her legs in the ocean
He caught a shot cause he make the wrong motion
I get to buggin, it's too much commotion
He be dissin on bro, now he frozen
f*ck all that sh*t, leave his head cracked open
He get traded for [?] like a token
If I don't got the pole imma poke him
Nut on her face, make her rub it like lotion
Then she give me the drop in the morning
I'm done with the politickin f*ck a warning
If we see a n*gga then we on him
We in the Mitch creepin, we explorin
We catch a crippy, beat him then record it
Wear a sweater in 90 degrees
I'm boutta pull up, show him what that mean
Leave him slumped like he sippin on lean
Tell him free brodie, caught him on the scene
Imma geek and I don't need a beam
[?] a b*tch so it's not what it seem
I catch Gram, imma do him like Keem
And it's big EMS, for them n*ggas [?]
[Verse 3]
For the clout, your big homie got punched in his mouth
We got the drop, n*ggas ran in his house
n*ggas spit on his baby and beat on his spouse, like look
Tell Gram stop mentionin bro, n*ggas stay on the gram tryna start up a show
When I see you, on bro imma throw
Hit his head in his shows he not using his toes
I'm not done, b*tch I do this for fun
I don't need a new weapon, my gun
Stomp on his face, scrape it off like it's gum
I ain't stoppin till I'm number 1
And I still got a b*tch she get beat by the bun
Why they tellin us spin if we spun?
And keep talkin on AJ they don't know what's to come
But they run from the side of the gun
Keep doing my beats, all these n*ggas my sons
I been puttin y'all on from the start, don't front
He was dissin got turned to a blunt
That's what he get for tryna come to [?]
Tell em free MB got booked for the hunt
He got shot in the leg tryna pull him a stunt
Tell em free MB got booked for the hunt
He got shot in the leg tryna pull him a stunt

[Outro]
RIP AJ, AJ get drifty, n*ggas know who it is
It's that Say jet n*gga
I'm not playing no more, it's really up now
Like RIP AJ n*gga