Yung Swavo - Dirt Lyrics

Free the guys straight from the heart, that's why I said it first
A nigga play with me or gang and get stuffed in the dirt
Chase a bag, never watch a nigga put in work
Ain't no cookies in this jar, that's where I put that work

I feel like Kobe in the fourth, you know I tote that clutch
Gravedigger, lights out, when you hear
Brodie beat the case for shh, I can't let it out
Now we swimmin' in the money, shit used to be a drought

Clout chasin' and dick suckin', that's that shit I hate
We caught him slippin' at that light, that chopper ate his face
Niggas trippin', shoot his feet, he better tie his lace
Bad bitch be actin' bougie, but still gave me face

I just pay lil' bro the price, he knocked him off and he ain't leave a trace
Dale behind the wheel, if 12 behind us, we gon' start a chase
This gas I got so gas, when you hit it, you gon' think it's lace
I'm feelin' like a Rollin' Stone, I move that work from place to place

They can't find the trap, I'm in the cut just like some alcohol
My lil' niggas active, they go crazy, need some Adderall
These lil' niggas ruthless, say the word, and then they after y'all
These lil' niggas ruthless, say the word, and then they after y'all

I ain't f*ckin' with no hoe, I'm tryna chase the check
I had to leave that hoe alone, I need a new one, she gave basic neck
I'm tryna wet the streets, I need a new stick I got a basic tech
I ain't pouring out no drank, I gave it to my brother, we ain't wastin' that

If I see it and I like it, then I'm buyin
If that lil' hoe conversatin', then you know that she ain't mine
I had to switch it up a bit, that work shit f*ckin' up my time
I saw my brother in the cell, and that shit f*ckin' up my mind
Good shit, shop closed, but you can still hit my line
I got this game shit on lock, like my work did a crime

If a nigga want some smoke, it's in the air, you know what's up with me
You niggas know my name, Yung Swavo, you can't f*ck with me
I be walkin' on my songs, hop in the booth, and then I f*ck the beat
Niggas steady sayin' he cold, all my niggas finna up the heat
You know I keep that 40 on me, yeah, you know that shit tucked with me

I be chillin' in the trap with your hoe, and she keep touchin' me
She be textin' on my phone, steady callin', sayin' she lovin' me
She said, "Swavo, don't you leave" this lil' hoe can't get enough of me

Wait, stop the beat,
We ridin' in that Rover, and the police steady watchin' me
Niggas always hatin', but you know that they ain't stoppin' me
Pocket full of cheese, money green just like some broccoli
Niggas movin' corny, changed my flow, they tried to copy me
Tryna watch my moves, but the money keep on callin' me
And I told lil' bro we takin' this to trail, we can't cop a plea

Free the guys straight from the heart, that's why I said it first
A nigga play with me or gang and get stuffed in the dirt
Chase the bag, never watch a nigga put in work
Ain't no cookies in this jar, that's where I put that work
I feel like Kobe in the fourth, you know I tote that clutch
Gravedigger lights out, when you hear
Brodie beat the case for shh, I can't let it out
Now we swimmin' in the money, shit used to be a drought