Nash n Dirk (feat. BabyTron)

Marc Boomin, this you? Enrgy made this one Damn, I'm in the Lab like I'm workin' out with Chris Brickley Rick Owens, I just got them hoes for six-fifty I know you mad 'cause your bitch look like Miss Piggy I'm in the D livin' life, so my 'fit crispy Transformin' in that 'Maro, Sam Witwicky Had to pick the rap up, the scams get risky You ain't never had the clerk bag six giffies I ain't never trap, but I got a half a brick with me Thinkin' you can get with me? You off crack and Percs Me and BabyTron in this bitch, we like Nash and Dirk I was too geeked, couldn't talk, had to scratch the verse Reachin' for a chain and we gon' put him in the grass and dirt You ain't a robber, at the most, probably snatch a purse We gon' go to Neimans for the jeans then hit Saks for shirts You would never win, first to leave and the last to work On our way to Mars, we done checked off planet Earth We might go to Neptune, Mars, gotta do the dash Talkin' so much shit that we just made the computer crash But it's back up and we talkin' shit again White boy, I be catchin' plays, Brian Finneran 'Xotic got me chokin' like a teaspoon of cinnamon This the Murder Mitten, gotta keep tool in Michigan Live what you preach or I'ma think you a hypocrite Unless you talkin' pape', I'ma think you illiterate My bitch eat it up, she get messy like she scribblin' Knew her butt fake, but still fucked, I'm a gremlin Try to trap me, keep a Jimmy, still dribblin' Walk the beat down, just like some motherfuckin' Timberlands We let them boys do the startin', we do finishin' So much Quagen in the room, might pour it out and swim in it Bein' broke a joke, funny guy, why you gigglin'? I can't even fuck your bitch for real 'cause she keep wigglin' Came and I was wiggle, but the bitch still ate me up I be shot-blockin', I won't let a bitch lay me up Oh, you think that you can fuck with me? You a crazy fuck Out-of-town Hibachi, for a plate, pay eighty bucks Juice plug, drink me up, 'za man, wake me up Life is a dream and I don't think y'all can wake me up Hoes crazy, how this bitch tryna make me fuck? I can't bring lil' cuddy out the crib, he love janky stuff I be lockin' shit like Kawhi, you can't shake me up Za to the motherfuckin' za finna take me up I'ma touch a M, call my granny and say, "We up" First team, all NBA, I'm like Shai or somethin' Get off your ass and go and hustle, lil' lazy butt Yeah, I got my change up, but didn't let it change me up Last drive of the game, yeah, I'm Brady clutch We'll put your whole family in the box, Brady Bunch But it's fuck Tom Brady, I'm a Falcons fan Look in granny crib, you gon' find a couple pounds and pans If they find the striker, shit, it's probably Alcatraz Temple and above, guarantee my shooter scalp his ass I be talkin' shit like, "Fuck a beat, I should have battle rap" Real cash cow, I swear, I'm finna bring the cattle back Actin' like a killer, only got a stripe on battle pass TRX, it got so many horses, where the saddle at? Puttin' belt to ass, I think I'm finna bring the paddle back Super skinny, lookin' like the fucker from the Apple Jack Stop playin' with me, ARP up in the satchel bag Slidin' down this block, you risk your life, do not gamble that Shit up in my satchel, I'm pitchin' plays like I'm Satchel Paige Talkin' big shit like Meek Mill when he had the braids Let's see how fly I get and hope that I land the plane Me and Brez blew 'em out the water, shit, that's the game