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splash bros - dirty k (rapper) lyrics

[verse 1: jim omerta]
i got myself, don’t need n0body else, it’s just me in that switch
walk with a mask up on my face, this n*gga tryna get me drained
you shoot a bullet, i won’t flinch
i’ve been on both sides of that gun
i’m tired of showing these p*ssy n*ggas time and time, i ain’t the one
same n*ggas that i’m spending on, i split the bands with
tryna dolo jump mop sticks and he gon’ get his head split
walk out with this k with dirty k, don’t get your man’s hit
carti’ on my wrist, i hold it up, don’t need no flashy drip, it bling
i be balling in the paint, i’m going hard like i’m yao ming
give him a bullet to his head, you watch him drop, you earn a ring
got so much money in my pants
don’t give no f*cks bout’ what they send
gon’ put a bag on him and him
i’m stretching bro bro, get his man
she tryna f*ck cause i got fans
i’m off these percs, i’m out my body
you can’t tell by how i look, b*tch homicide, a n*gga try me
play with my brodie, you get stretched
i’m shooting like curry, he like klay
you know we splash bros in this sh*t
spinning on they block, it’s doa

[verse 2: dirty k]
i’m this f*cking b*tch with jim
sliding out the f*cking wraith
know my n*ggas, we gon’ and hit that n*ggas f*cking face
we ain’t even waiting, we gon’ slide to*f*cking*day
we just tryna drop a n*gga, leave a n*gga where he f*cking lay ay
jim, you know where that n*gga stay
we gon’ go and get his ass, it’s gon’ be a bad day
we don’t even gotta call a shooter up, we on his ass
we don’t even gotta drop a bag, we gonna do him bad
don’t make me f*cking mad, n*gga
that’s when i just go and spaz
hop up in that car, throw up on that motherf*cking mask
looking left and right b*tch i’m ducking motherf*cking tags
and she suck my d*ck nah i don’t have to f*cking ask
cause i’m lit, yeah
b*tches check my wrist, yeah
b*tches give me kiss, yeah
butch don’t got no fit, no
what’s all of that flexing for?
f*ck you up, up on the floor
i be feeling like that you do love me no more

[verse 3: jim omerta]
yeah, that’s that switch
n*ggas about they b*tch
don’t come at me boy, check the b*tch
one thousand dollars on my pants
i spent three hundred on my shirt
she on my d*ck, yes imma flirt
i’m popping percs then go to work, yeah
if you can’t tell lil’ b*tch, we winning
we dropping bags and we still trending
in srt’s lil’ b*tch we spinning
do a burnout cause we winning
pull up, grab ?
i’m with dirty k, we ain’t doing no mission
i’m with dirty k, we ain’t doing no mission

[outro: dirty k]
yeah, that’s my f*cking gang n*gga
yeah, n*gga i just left this b*tch and go and spray, n*gga
yeah, put that sh*t up on my chain, n*gga
yeah, put that sh*t up on my chain, n*gga

- dirty k rapper lyrics

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