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Past 7 Days
Dirt was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm that ****
Ceeo, turn that beat up
Oh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, ****
Yeah, Cutthroat La Familia, ****
It's a family, not a gang
And not a game
[Chorus]
Uh, sick of **** tryna throw dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirko Bangz
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I'm gon' bang
I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged
Aye, fuck this fame, and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain't no shame up in my game, I'm tryna get it off (Off)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these **** soft (Soft)
[Verse 1]
I just stay out the way, and collect my bread (The way, my bread)
If you get in my way, you get one in the head (My way, the-)
Goyard full of blues, sippin' on, sippin' on red (Blues, red)
Like Worm, I'm 'bout my money, I smoke your ass, like Craig (My money, yeah)
I'm a player, I can show you how to play it (Yeah)
Yeah, steppin' on ****, 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 shit ain't no joke, everybody wanna be rich (No joke, rich)
You gotta get off your ass, and get up on your shit (Your ass, your shit)
My Moncler in a jet, my Maybach is a ship (Jet, ship)
My pockets keep gettin' fat, it come from all these chips (And fatter, chips)
[Bridge]
Bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Run through it like him (Yeah)
Himmy Boys, Himmy Neutron
Him Duncan, South Memphis, France
Himothy (Yeah)
Uh
[Chorus]
Uh, sick of **** tryna throw dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirko Bangz
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I'm gon' bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged
Aye, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this shit from Dolph (Yeah)
It ain't no shame up in my game, I'm tryna get it off (Off)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these **** soft (Soft)
[Outro]
Yeah
Written by: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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