Dirty Laundry

Lyrics

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, hey Dirty money on me illegal, huh Finna take this shit to the cleaners, hey Dirty weapon on me, it's lethal, huh Finna stuff a 30 up a nina, huh What's the last phone? That visa, huh How many Meijers in Cleveland? How many Sprints in Phoenix? How many profiles is we bringin'? [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] My bitch sell her pussy all day, but to me she a diva Yeah, that bitch pop pussy all day, but that's my latrina Huh, unc' been shittin' in the self all day, huh, yeah, he fiendin' Unc' been sick all motherfuckin' day, huh, he need his needle, huh In the streets, they call me preacher, huh, lil' nigga, I can teach you somethin' Them lil' niggas still on the bleachers, huh, they shootin' them shots, ain't hittin' 'em nothin', them fools ain't scored a bucket Them tools too motherfuckin' rusty Huh, they ain't never bust 'em Huh, they too busy duckin' [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, hey Dirty money on me illegal, huh Finna take this shit to the cleaners, hey Dirty weapon on me, it's lethal, huh Finna stuff a 30 up a nina, huh What's the last phone? That visa, huh How many Meijers in Cleveland? How many Sprints in Phoenix? How many profiles is we bringin'? [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] My brother cook up dope all day, but to me he a chemist Huh, my white boy snort coke all day, yeah, that's my Cole Bennett Don't ask me about no snitches, I don't know nan nada I don't know nothin' 'bout them lieutenants, I don't know what scammin' robbin' My young niggas out tryna earn they stripes, play foul, nigga, then they whistlin' Hey, my young niggas like to shoot twohundred-plus rounds out they Strathmore pistols Huh, play with Lonnie Lonnie and see murder, nigga, ain't no limits Huh, play with Lonnie Lonnie and see that .44 Bull Dog sick 'em [Interlude: Rob Vicious] Play with me, I'ma rob you rob you, we takin' all the bodies Gettin' too fucked up, nigga [Verse 3: Rob Vicious] Still ain't no limit, I don't know what makin' me vicious This shit I've been vicious a minute Talk 'bout the street like you in it, but nigga, I swear on my street I'm just like the lieutenant, ayy Play, I'ma rob you rob you, we droppin' all the bodies Gettin' too fucked up, nigga, love my wallet, nigga, I'm gon' rob somebody Young nigga five-star (Five-star), feelin' just like Rob Van Dam (Just like Rob Van Dam) No, you can't deny that I'm the motherfuckin' man, these slow bitches know who I am (Yeah) Lil' bitch, I'm cool than a fan When you make a move, nigga, gotta move with a plan Young nigga, but I'm blessin' everybody I can Eatin' most, I pop every pill I can Is it just for yourself or you do it for the fam'? My nigga, no matter what, you gotta prove it You gon' get high on the drugs and gon' move it (You gon' get high on the drugs and gon' move it) Lost in your lies, all I see is the loot Went from a boss to a motherfuckin' fat broke You ever get served on a skillet, you abuse it Life is a bitch, but my nigga, don't lose it (Don't lose it, ayy, ayy) Young nigga big choppers call my favorite gun mini-me When I turned twenty-one, nigga, all I had with me Glock 23 Strap for a hater, got money and I got a few enemies (Yeah) Chopper with two thirty sticks'll fuck you up Keep that shit one hundred 'til my coffin shut Just 'cause you got guns don't mean you won't get touched If that fuck nigga say it's up, then, bitch, it's stuck No mad broad day, these fuck niggas already know what's up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)