Dirt

Young Juve, Juvenile, C4 trill

Bitch we bout to put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye aye Put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Den put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye Bitch I’m trying put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye aye Put em on a shirt (put em in a hurst) Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye Nigga said I was too young to be his big homie Bat em in his face nigga I’m yo BIG HOMIE You better not spin around my block wit no tint on it Cause any altercations my niggas want in on it We slapping hi fives with heads shots This nigga pussy I can see straight thru his dreadlocks Ooh his head popped My lil niggas too official ain’t no red dot He just hop out swing pistols like a red opp I this his meds dropped Or I’m to geeked up Beat a nigga out his mf sneakers We in the club starting shit up for no reason It’s best to walk the other way if you see us Cuz bitch we on go mode like a Go Pro Find out where you live and hit download Wanna live to see yo kids keep yo mouth close I’m smoking opp pack, and this my last bowl Bitch we bout to put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye aye Put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Den put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye Bitch I’m trying put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye aye Put em on a shirt (put em in a hurst) Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye Nigga know it case closed when I hit yo ass yo ass wit that wooo wop We just murder niggas don’t never get in no shootouts Throughout my lifetime I only spared about 2 opps Word out in the street on me like Michael Jordan new shoe drop Ran way from yo problems but can’t run away from this ruger Kill a nigga go secondline his stupid ass like usual You heard that Papp Papp Two to the head his brains sitting in his Lap Lap He took a nap nap That what he get get cause he keep running his flap flap He’s a cheese eater so I caught em in a trap trap hey I see you going extra hard your need to freeze that I’m bout to put you in the dirt where they grow trees at Bitch we bout to put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye aye Put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Den put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye Bitch I’m trying put em in a hurst Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye aye aye Put em in a hurst (put em in a hurst) Put em on a shirt Put em in the dirt Aye aye aye Pull up str8 I got the stick on me Cool thirty this enough to buy a brick on me Weight a cool buck 50 but I’m big homie Nan nigga in my city never picked on me I don’t want the whip if it ain’t got the kit on it And I can’t pull it off the lot unless it tint on it Fuck nigga talking out his head I put a 10 on em Young nigga never saw a 10 he come and sit on em I never met that nigga Quan but I got Rich homies ( but I got Rich homies ) We still a pull up wit that fire and let it rip on em Pussy nigga Twitter dissing cause his bitch want me Catch his pussy ass in public wit gone whop on em Imma shove it down her throat and make her spit on it Imma fuck her from the back and make her sit on it Imma do my diddy bop I got the blick on me I catch a oppa imma rock em choppa rocka hit his head and leave a dent on it

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