Dirt lyrics
by Juvenile
b*tch we bout to put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye aye
Put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Den put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye
b*tch I’m trying put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye aye
Put em on a shirt
(put em in a hurst)
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye
n*gga said I was too young to be his big homie
Bat em in his face n*gga I’m yo BIG HOMIE
You better not spin around my block wit no tint on it
Cause any altercations my n*ggas want in on it
We slapping hi fives with heads shots
This n*gga pus*y I can see straight thru his dreadlocks
Ooh his head popped
My lil n*ggas too official ain’t no red dot
He just hop out swing pistols like a red opp
I this his meds dropped
Or I’m to geeked up
Beat a n*gga out his mf sneakers
We in the club starting sh*t up for no reason
It’s best to walk the other way if you see us
Cuz b*tch we on go mode like a Go Pro
Find out where you live and hit download
Wanna live to see yo kids keep yo mouth close
I’m smoking opp pack, and this my last bowl
b*tch we bout to put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye aye
Put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Den put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye
b*tch I’m trying put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye aye
Put em on a shirt
(put em in a hurst)
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye
n*gga know it case closed when I hit yo ass yo ass wit that wooo wop
We just murder n*ggas don’t never get in no shootouts
Throughout my lifetime I only spared about 2 opps
Word out in the street on me like Michael Jordan new shoe drop
Ran way from yo problems but can’t run away from this ruger
Kill a n*gga go secondline his stupid ass like usual
You heard that Papp Papp
Two to the head his brains sitting in his Lap Lap
He took a nap nap
That what he get get cause he keep running his flap flap
He’s a cheese eater so I caught em in a trap trap hey
I see you going extra hard your need to freeze that
I’m bout to put you in the dirt where they grow trees at
b*tch we bout to put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye aye
Put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Den put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye
b*tch I’m trying put em in a hurst
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye aye aye
Put em in a hurst
(put em in a hurst)
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye
Pull up str8 I got the stick on me
Cool thirty this enough to buy a brick on me
Weight a cool buck 50 but I’m big homie
Nan n*gga in my city never picked on me
I don’t want the whip if it ain’t got the kit on it
And I can’t pull it off the lot unless it tint on it
f*ck n*gga talking out his head I put a 10 on em
Young n*gga never saw a 10 he come and sit on em
I never met that n*gga Quan but I got Rich homies
( but I got Rich homies )
We still a pull up wit that fire and let it rip on em
pus*y n*gga Twitter dissing cause his b*tch want me
Catch his pus*y ass in public wit gone whop on em
Imma shove it down her throat and make her spit on it
Imma f*ck her from the back and make her sit on it
Imma do my diddy bop I got the blick on me
I catch a oppa imma rock em choppa rocka hit his head and leave a dent on it