[Intro: Krept]
Yeah
Play dirty
It's that shit you just ride to
Yeah
Adot Beats
[Verse 1: Krept]
Tally
Ten years deep and we still flying high
We probably inspire all the niggas that you inspired by
Come see how play dirty livin', we the flyest guys
We got all the hoes in the building, it's a firefight
Fuck pressure from the net, just work hard until that bag comes
Stop spending money to impress these bitches that don't have none
Niggas still up on the gram actin', nigga what's your bank balance
I think we should start, "who's really got the bag" challenge
Cause shit ain't what it seems, they on insta selling dreams
Shout my little bros, I wanna get them off the streets
Cuh you know what it is, if they're stepping with machines
Like he aired him on the gram, bang, left him on the scene (Ay)
Tally that's the alias, my akhi he the craziest
He rolls with it on God, that big bang will turn you atheist
We the goats, man we actually great
Who else you know got a plaque off a tape
And if you see my nigga in that car dashing when he's on ban
And jumps out, it's not a dream, he's probably tryna rob man
I can't trust niggas, or these women, God damn
These girls ain't all saints, that's why Zara tryna top man
All black in Streatham, [?] psycho with the drama
Your location with his burner, turn the place to a disaster
You know how much works that nigga did for me
When he lands road I put him on instantly (Free up)
Yeah
Play dirty
It's that shit you just ride to
Yeah
Adot Beats
[Verse 1: Krept]
Tally
Ten years deep and we still flying high
We probably inspire all the niggas that you inspired by
Come see how play dirty livin', we the flyest guys
We got all the hoes in the building, it's a firefight
Fuck pressure from the net, just work hard until that bag comes
Stop spending money to impress these bitches that don't have none
Niggas still up on the gram actin', nigga what's your bank balance
I think we should start, "who's really got the bag" challenge
Cause shit ain't what it seems, they on insta selling dreams
Shout my little bros, I wanna get them off the streets
Cuh you know what it is, if they're stepping with machines
Like he aired him on the gram, bang, left him on the scene (Ay)
Tally that's the alias, my akhi he the craziest
He rolls with it on God, that big bang will turn you atheist
We the goats, man we actually great
Who else you know got a plaque off a tape
And if you see my nigga in that car dashing when he's on ban
And jumps out, it's not a dream, he's probably tryna rob man
I can't trust niggas, or these women, God damn
These girls ain't all saints, that's why Zara tryna top man
All black in Streatham, [?] psycho with the drama
Your location with his burner, turn the place to a disaster
You know how much works that nigga did for me
When he lands road I put him on instantly (Free up)
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