Jay Critch and Fivio Foreign - Out The Dirt

(L Ron)
Ayy

Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my Birk'
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
He better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' the first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
So I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas
Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot the hands
I bet Forty still slump a nigga

You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate
Where you eatin'? We're hungry niggas
Need some food, brodie, give me my own plate
Run it up off the punchy, nigga
Keep it cool as soon as he try to flex
.30s ready to crunch a nigga
And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check
Had to pull up and stunt on niggas
I was plottin', I ain't have a option
Can't pick one bitch, I got options
My city lookin' like Gotham
Think he a hero 'til Thirties come rob him
Took a plate for free, I'm baggin' up KDs
Tell the hood to come cop 'em
I was makin' cheese before I was eighteen
And nobody could stop 'em

Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my Birk'
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
He better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' the first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
So I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas (ayy)
Even if we put these .40s down (baow), and we shoot the hands (ayy, look)
I bet Forty still slump a nigga (ayy, look)

Don't let me up it, nigga (don't let me up it, nigga)
Them niggas comin' if I push a button, nigga (baow)
Dyke bitch (dyke bitch), we don't fuck with niggas (nah)
I pull up on 'em with a bunch of niggas (skrrt)
If them niggas opps, then we snuffin' niggas (snuffin' niggas)
Frontin' (frontin'), they frontin' with you (frontin' with you)
She ask what I do, I say, "Nothin', nigga," uh (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Face recognition (Face recognition), I don't have to touch it, nigga (nah)
Fivi' (Fivi'), I'm somethin', nigga (I'm somethin')
(Ayy, look, bitch) I did it perfect (perfect, perfect)
When I pieces to the puzzle, it started workin'
Ayy, uh (uh), they sent the addy and we started lurkin' (ayy, ayy)
Lookin' for 'em (lookin' for 'em), searchin' (searchin')
It's Fivio Foreign, don't curve him (uh)
She saw me and started twerkin' (ayy)
She saw me and started twerkin' (ayy, ayy)
Uh (uh), nigga throw shade, it hurts him (it hurts him, uh, lil' bitch)
But he's not a regular person, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my Birk'
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
He better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' the first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
So I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas
Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot the hands
I bet Forty still slump a nigga

Written by:
Jason Critchlow, Maxie Lee Ryles

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