Dust Town Livin

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Fizzle] Big Grape Fizzle Fuck goin' on (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Gang, gang Uh [Chorus: Jay Fizzle] Smokin' Backwoods, man, I don't smoke no papers (Papers) Ballin' real hard, man, I feel like Will Chambers (Ball) Fuck on your bitch 'cause I know you a hater (Bitch) Ice on my neck and wrist, look like a glacier (Glacier) Whole 'lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (Rackaids) Don't gotta ask me, I'm strapped with that laser (Fah, fah) Yeah, that bitch bad, but I ain't finna taste her (Nope, yeah, yeah) Count up these racks 'til my motherfuckin' thumb hurt (Flexin') Flexin' so hard, man, this shit got my arms hurtin' (Bag talk) Smokin' exotic, this shit made my lungs hurt (Fah, fah) Shots out the Drac', nigga play at the concert (Fah, fah) We fuck on his ho, but we go get bomb first (Bitch) Don't gotta ask, bitch, you know that I'm on (I stamp that) I don't fuck with niggas, these niggas be bums (Broke-ass nigga) [Verse 1: Jay Fizzle] Last nigga played, put his face in his lap (Go) Lil' homie hopped out his strap with the tommy gun (Fah, fah) I front my lil' homie, I gave him them racks (Racks) Quay got the drop and the stick and went got it done (Gang) We get the 'za by the motherfuckin' packs (Zaza) Damn, this shit quick, then we got get another bomb (Dope boy) Ballin' hard, bitch, I feel like I'm Steve Nash (Wow) Ice on my body, I shine like the Phoenix Suns (Ice) New diamond chain, man, it filled up with clusters (Clusters) I got two bitches, they fuck on each other (Damn) Glock on my hip, man, we always together (Glocky) Off-White jeans same color as some butter (Off-White) Niggas be hatin', man, these fuck niggas envy (They wack) You know I'm caked up, you know I got plenty (Rackaids) We hit yo' block with the motherfuckin' semis (Hit yo' block) Just like Ice Cube, bitch, I'm all 'bout them Benji's (Big Grape, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Jay Fizzle & Big Scarr] Smokin' Backwoods, man, I don't smoke no papers (Nope) Ballin' real hard, man, I feel like Will Chambers (Ball) Fuck on your bitch 'cause I know you a hater (Bitch) Ice on my neck and wrist, look like a glacier (Glacier) Whole 'lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (Rackaids) Don't gotta ask me, I'm strapped with that laser (Fah, fah) Yeah, that bitch bad, but I ain't finna taste her (Nope, yeah, yeah) Count up these racks 'til my motherfuckin' thumb hurt (Flexin') Flexin' so hard, man, this shit got my arms hurtin' (Bag talk) Smokin' exotic, this shit made my lungs hurt (Fah, fah) Shots out the Drac', nigga play at the concert (Fah, fah) We fuck on his ho, but we go get bomb first (Bitch) Don't gotta ask, bitch, you know that I'm on (I stamp that, woah, Frozone) I don't fuck with niggas, these niggas be bums (Broke-ass niggas) [Verse 2: Big Scarr] Woah (Woah), let's go (Let's go) I got these hoes wildin' out at the concert (The concert) I drive the Scat, kill the curb like I'm Joe Dirt (Kill the curb like I'm Joe Dirt) F&N, Rugers hid in my bitch purse (My bitch purse) Live by extortion, run out for no reimburse (Woah) Wanna kill me 'bout the bitch, guess his feelings hurt (His feelings hurt, ha) These niggas miserable, but Perc' and the Wock' got me feelin' invisible (Invisible) Reach for these chain, leave a nigga in critical (Leave a nigga ass in critical) Tuck the AR in the club like it been in them (Nigga and 'em) Turn this bitch to a massacre Chopper do tricks, nigga, abracadabra Any wrong moves, it gon' be a disaster Niggas hate on me 'cause I blew 'em past Smokin' dead opps to the face, I don't pass In deep from the back, off the Act', make her pass out (Woah) Now she sleep with her ass out [Chorus: Jay Fizzle, Big Scarr & Big Moochie Grape] Smokin' Backwoods, man, I don't smoke no papers (No papers, gang) Ballin' real hard, man, I feel like Will Chambers (Feel like Will Chambers, ball) Fuck on your bitch 'cause I know you a hater (Know you a hater, bitch) Ice on my neck and wrist look like a glacier (A glacier, ice) Whole lotta bread on me, feel like a baker (Rackaids) Don't gotta ask me, I'm strapped with that laser (Fah, fah) Yeah, that bitch bad, but I ain't finna taste her (Woah, nah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh) Count up these racks 'til my motherfuckin' thumb hurt (Flexin') Flexin' so hard, man, this shit got my arms hurtin' (Bag talk) Smokin' exotic, this shit made my lungs hurt (Fah, fah) Shots out the Drac', nigga play at the concert (Fah, fah) We fuck on his ho, but we go get bomb first (Bitch) Don't gotta ask, bitch, you know that we on (I stamp that) I don't fuck with niggas, these niggas be bums (Gigantic) [Verse 3: Big Moochie Grape] Drum on the Drac' and I shoot like a juggernaut (Juggernaut) Trap spot hot, got Js runnin' in and out (In and out) Runnin' in and out with them 'bows in my mama house (Yes, sir) Blew flew with the drugs, nigga, we ain't runnin' out (Yes, sir) Used to be broke, bitch, yeah, I got money now (Got money now) VVS's on me dance just like Bobby Brown (Like Bobby Brown) Dump a whole hundred, feel like I scored a touch down (Yes, sir) All my opps high, when they out, then a nigga gettin' rushed down (Grrt, grrt) Two hundred K on Big Moochie bust down (Bling blaow, bling blaow) Youngins OG on the Dust Town (Dust town) Been checkin' nigga channel, say somethin', my nigga hushed down (My nigga hushed down) [Outro: Big Moochie Grape] Ayy, man, you know we hog tie (Hog tie) and we'll get a nigga hog tied (That's on my mama, nigga) Man, you know what's up, man Dust Town, nigga, hundred round, nigga (Nigga, fuck all that other rap shit, nigga) Fuck you sayin', shit, let's go (What it do, man?)