[Intro: Dave East & Cruch Calhoun]
(From The Dirt, no really, From The Dirt)
Thirty for thirty (ROSELLE USA, nigga)
Thirty for thirty (Dirt gang)
Woo
Cruch, what's crackin'?
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Put thirty-five on your back (Thirty-five hundred)
Like Kevin Durant, ain't 'posed to get caught with the hammy
Remind me of Ja Morant
Chopper be loud as a speaker, nobody survivin' this amp (Boom)
And pussy, it gotta be damp (Gotta be)
Product, it gotta be stamped (Stamped)
No losing, we gotta be champs (Champs)
You know, then you know
If it's not tequila, my nigga, it gotta be champ'
I got a hustle, like we can provide some shit that the lottery can't (Let's get it)
I got the crib, I seen the envy like it was a property scam
Got my fitted from thе coliseum, believе that the dollar payin'
There was a time when I would run down on these bitches and they say, "I got a man" (Oh, word?)
Knowin' me, I would've got 'em jammed
Took the profit, we ain't got a tan
Like, try get it back nigga, not a chance (No chance)
Shoot at their feet and they gotta dance
I was uptown in some Prada pants
Check my account, it's a lot of grands
Shit not the same, I got with Grandz
Shit not the same, I got with Buda (Buda)
Boardin' my plane, it's a lot of shooters (Lot)
Talk 'bout the trenches, we slidin' through 'em
Mama Lola with me, even Mama Buda (Word)
I'm a connoisseur of this fly talk
Two for ten on the sidewalk (Come here)
Bruce Willis nigga, how they die hard, and now it's Goyard, it was eyesore (Goyard)
Drive the foreign with the left wrist (Skrrt)
Southpaw, me and Cruch outlaws, I'm rollin' (From The Dirt)
(From The Dirt, no really, From The Dirt)
Thirty for thirty (ROSELLE USA, nigga)
Thirty for thirty (Dirt gang)
Woo
Cruch, what's crackin'?
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Put thirty-five on your back (Thirty-five hundred)
Like Kevin Durant, ain't 'posed to get caught with the hammy
Remind me of Ja Morant
Chopper be loud as a speaker, nobody survivin' this amp (Boom)
And pussy, it gotta be damp (Gotta be)
Product, it gotta be stamped (Stamped)
No losing, we gotta be champs (Champs)
You know, then you know
If it's not tequila, my nigga, it gotta be champ'
I got a hustle, like we can provide some shit that the lottery can't (Let's get it)
I got the crib, I seen the envy like it was a property scam
Got my fitted from thе coliseum, believе that the dollar payin'
There was a time when I would run down on these bitches and they say, "I got a man" (Oh, word?)
Knowin' me, I would've got 'em jammed
Took the profit, we ain't got a tan
Like, try get it back nigga, not a chance (No chance)
Shoot at their feet and they gotta dance
I was uptown in some Prada pants
Check my account, it's a lot of grands
Shit not the same, I got with Grandz
Shit not the same, I got with Buda (Buda)
Boardin' my plane, it's a lot of shooters (Lot)
Talk 'bout the trenches, we slidin' through 'em
Mama Lola with me, even Mama Buda (Word)
I'm a connoisseur of this fly talk
Two for ten on the sidewalk (Come here)
Bruce Willis nigga, how they die hard, and now it's Goyard, it was eyesore (Goyard)
Drive the foreign with the left wrist (Skrrt)
Southpaw, me and Cruch outlaws, I'm rollin' (From The Dirt)
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