Key Glock – Dirt Lyrics

Dirt Lyrics by Key Glock

[Intro]
That nigga
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Uh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, nigga
Yeah
Cutthroat La Familia, nigga
It’s a family, not a gang
And not a game

[Chorus]
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirko Bang
Yeah, Glock be the name and you know I’m gon’ bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I’ma change
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my ding-a-ling
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got that shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain’t no shame up in my game, I’m tryna get it all (All)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (Soft)

[Verse]
Yeah, I just stay out the way (The way) and collect my bread (My bread)
If you get in my way (My way), you get one in the head (The head, fah, fah, fah)
Goyard full of blues (Blues), sippin’ on— sippin’ on red (Red)
Like Worm, I’m ’bout my money (My money), I’ll smoke your ass like Craig (Yeah)
I’m a player, I can show you how to play it (Yeah)
Yeah, steppin’ on niggas, no pledge (Uh)
Go to sleep with a chop by the bed (Bah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (Yeah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (Uh), think my Bart chain need a coat (Coat)
Get that money and stack it, you dig? (You dig?) Nobody like bein’ broke (Nope)
This street shit ain’t no joke (No joke), everybody wanna be rich (Rich)
You gotta get off your ass (Your ass) and get up on your shit (Your shit)
My Moncler in a jet (Jet), my Maybach is a ship (Ship)
My pockets keep gettin’ fat (And fatter), it come from all these chips (Chips)

Bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Run through it like (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Him (Yeah)
Himmy Boys, Himmy Neutron (Bitch)
Him Duncan (South Memphis’ finest)
Himothy (Yeah)
Uh

[Chorus]
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirko Bang
Yeah, Glock be the name and you know I’m gon’ bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I’ma change
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my ding-a-ling
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got that shit from Dolph (Yeah)
It ain’t no shame up in my game, I’m tryna get it all (Uh)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah