Lyrics

Yea.. DirtyWayz
You know I'm fresh off the stove nigga
Yea, If you know me I'm bout my fees
Flow hit like Ebola every verse like a disease
Clothing Smell like Dozier like I'm carrying OZ's
Get too close and you might sneeze
If I'm a dog bitch you a flea
Got me up like a plane tho
We fucking the same ho
Only difference, that's my bust down and that's yo main ho
I'm blowing cookies
No killer but don't push me
Redshirt you like a freshman
Bitch don't play me like no rookie
Now back to this bag shit
I get long money stretch it out like elastics
I be fresh as a dead guy
I want beautiful bitches to carry my casket
Any favor just ask it
I know how it feel foreal to not have shit
Put the dope in the plastic
Then bag it then weigh it then make a transaction
All my folk used to push weight
That's why I'm pushing real estate
But I then touched a couple grams
Tryna one up Uncle Sam
I told shawty before she use the skillet first spray on some Pam
Got yo bitch up in the kitchen baking biscuits cooking ham
I just came back from the coast
Catching vibes and doing the most
I get butter everyday like Country Rock pass me the toast
I got niggas won't show no emotion turn you to a ghost
Bout that action fuck a mention fuck a caption and a post
Cash Count It Stash Found It
You ain't smoking what I'm smoking this from another county
Yea Yung Nigga DirtyWayz
Securing the Bag and Shit
I got Hella Drip
Blowing cookies in the whip
Bitches wana take a sip
I just took a trip
I just popped a tab
Nigga do the math
Yea Count It Up
Yea Yea Yea Count It Up