Clean & Dirty

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in this bitch with Twonem, haha, yeah
Free three, haha, yeah

Walked in fitted, then I, left out dirty
Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby
I been way too geeked, I popped too many perkies
And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
(Huh, uh, uh), yeah
My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka

Wake up, hit for 50, feel like Curtis
I roll her in the Rolls, she feel exposed, drop the curtain
You got poles, and I got poles, just drop the lo', be there in thirty
Grab my mask, get to purgin', we make mama's go to churches
We make granny's broke off funeral homes, I don't do nun' of that rapping
We wrap opps up like tortillas, boy you know this shit get tragic
If I catch Lil Nine, I'ma hit his ass with that Nina' all in traffic
Brand new stick, I'll wave the bitch like Selena, I do magic
Off ten beans in a Beamer, double-stack got me on Venus
Unc mad, made him wait for two hours, he in here fiendin'
I ain't do it for no reason, plug playin' on my re-up
Long as I get that shit gone, get to smoke and kick my feet up (Hmm, hmm, yeah)
Bitch, better go suit up, yeen got no excuses
I been beating my feet, something like I abuse em
Talking to God, I miss my brudda, like why you took him?
Fuck them crackas, they took my dawg, I'm askin' why they booked him
Bitch I stood tall, they can't overlook me
Always shootin' straight, just a little crooked
Still servin' Cookies, still fuck with auntie
Still on that porch, I might be up but I ain't signed
Crack that seal and po' me up bout' four lines
I ain't dropped a Audemar, but they all knowin' it's my time
Stay true but get behind me, I'm doing 160 on the I
I might serve the lows, but I'm still outchea getting high
As God, wave the rod
Like I'm from Saint Pete
Bitch, I'm geeked up in the stu, we in here eight deep
Steady counting all this cheese, that's why they hate me
I told her I don't want the pussy, she damn near raped me

Walked in fitted, then I, left out dirty
Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby
I been way too geeked, I popped too many perkies
And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
(Huh, uh, uh), yeah
My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka