[Intro]
I'm in the backroom
Bagging up like I don't give a fuck
Gotta move the rest—
—ams so I could get the truck
What up with it, buddy?
Sad
[Verse 1]
Uh, dirty (Dirty)
Money, I'ma make you look dirty
Poke it out
Funny how the world caught up with me (Yeah)
Heard them pigs in New York don't fuck with me
Sheeple (Sheeple)
Keep it transparent, y'all see-through
Help me out
Mama used to bump Luther, no Beatles
McNabb tired of getting soup from the Eagles
Karma
In L.A. with that blicky playing Contra
Nasty
You can meet the fist like Arthur (Uh)
Love screwin' with the cops, I'm Lana
Two SIGs, Big Pun and Fat Joe, they twins
Pull it out, get them mumbling like Sims
And I don't need twenty niggas tweakin' synths, dirt
I'm in the backroom
Bagging up like I don't give a fuck
Gotta move the rest—
—ams so I could get the truck
What up with it, buddy?
Sad
[Verse 1]
Uh, dirty (Dirty)
Money, I'ma make you look dirty
Poke it out
Funny how the world caught up with me (Yeah)
Heard them pigs in New York don't fuck with me
Sheeple (Sheeple)
Keep it transparent, y'all see-through
Help me out
Mama used to bump Luther, no Beatles
McNabb tired of getting soup from the Eagles
Karma
In L.A. with that blicky playing Contra
Nasty
You can meet the fist like Arthur (Uh)
Love screwin' with the cops, I'm Lana
Two SIGs, Big Pun and Fat Joe, they twins
Pull it out, get them mumbling like Sims
And I don't need twenty niggas tweakin' synths, dirt
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