dirty30 (freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro] Dirty, dirty [Verse] First time I heard this beat I knew I had to it dirty I caught these niggas with all these birds, I feel like Mr. Furley Imma keep on rocking these same fits like I can't afford detergent These niggas hoppin' on my dick, I hope they love a curvy (Wow) I used to tell my momma wake me up 'round seven thirty Shoulda been in school at seven, but I had to grab the thirty Used to rock these glasses 'round these crackers, my vision wasn't even blurry Only way to be safe on these streets, gotta keep it black and nerdy Can't just be black and worthy Gotta be something, gotta keep uppin' Suckers can't be no turkey (Hah) Gotta keep movin', gotta keep shakin' These niggas don't know me personally Can't let no fuck nigga hurt me 5'9" but I feel like Kendrick Perkins, bitch This your reign, I tarnished it Show up where your partner is Looking like Dewey, he don't want no part in this Pray that these roaches feel like Joe's apartment How you doing, baby? (Shit) I been pursuing, baby (Shit) Pull to the crib with all these tools, I'm home improvement, baby I like my bitches like my beats, let's keep it fluent, baby I still eat Chinese food on Christmas like I'm Jewish, baby Keep this exclusive, baby These niggas hoes, they rather Tweet then run a fade with me I feel like Diddy, bitch, these niggas don't wanna press play with me (True) Dirty money, hope these Euros get Peggy quarantined Talk depressive, take an interview, rather make a beat, I'm useless (Yeah) I can't even stress how much these rhythms make me stupid (Uh) When I was alone, I didn't see none of these new kids (Nope) Every time I come outside it's like I'm riskin' too much All my babies comin' back to me since I blew up Sippin' wine on the casual, I'm a white girl Mr. Krabs with this money, got me some new pearls Put on a face for the press and that's okay They'll never ever really know me anyway [Outro] Fuck me