[Intro: Lazarus!]
2DIRTYY
Chain, fake
Yeah, yeah, uh
Glocky, glocky
Yeah, ayy
Spaz, spaz (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Lazarus!]
I grip on the stick, bitch I grip automatic
These niggas they fake, they faker than plastic
I stay with the tool just like a mechanic
You not gon' shoot nigga, can it
I pull up and shoot, not shootin' no candids
They bullets they rip 'em, he need a bandage
The hollows will tear through 'em like a fabric
Boy stop all the cap, boy stop all the antics
In these niggas' songs, they fuck up my adlibs
Pull up with the chrome and it can get tragic
I make him disappear like magic
The Glock with the dick, it get pornographic
Pull up with the poles, turn him holographic
Pull up with the beam and I'm wrеakin' havoc
You is a bitch, you not a savage
And I got yo' bitch tied up in my attic
I put it in rare likе she is hispanic
Better change yo' plan, better change yo' tactics
I pull up on block, then that nigga panic
Pull up with the Glock, leave that nigga tatted
But that nigga go, better check his status
Get hit with the pole, got that nigga spazzin'
I fuck up her back, I'm givin' her spasms
I'm killin' that nigga, throw him in a casket
But close yo' eyes before shit get graphic
Pull up with the glizz, split him like a atom
My money is small, my money elastic
I leave him underwater, Titanic
I poured me a four now I'm finna test it
Full clip, shoot a panoramic
Get hit with the Glock, change the demographic
That nigga a snitch, nigga stop rappin'
The bullets they kiss, uh, romantic
Bitch I got the clips, boy stop the theatrics
The chopper get wild, but the shit get jurrasic
Pull up with the tool I shoot like a basket
Pull up with the shot, leave him in a casket
My nigga stay with it, my niggas aggressive
Pull up on that nigga if he not attentive
Not takin' my chain 'cause I got a weapon
We can get lit, we can get festive
The Glock with the dick, you get molested
This thing on my side just like a detective
The bullets abuse him, we get domestic
I bought me designer, boy this shit expensive
Put him on T.V, uh, Progressive
I look at your money, that shit not impressive
The glocky is on me, this shit is oppressive
This nigga get popped like antidepressant
Pull up with the dick, I'm sprayin' propellant
Chopper go sss, Febreeze
Shawty a thot, she get on her knees
You don't fit the lick, don't fit the description
Bitch I'm in Detroit, I ball like a Piston
Pull up on his house, don't need no permission
I leave 'em wrapped up, Egyptian
Pull up with the beam and eat 'em like Skittles
I send him home, early dismissal
And I get yo' bitch, get played like a fiddle
That nigga want problems he get solved like a riddle
These niggas they rats, Stuart Little
Too cool for school, I stay in detention
You say that's yo' bitch, why she in my mentions
Turn him to a ghost, Danny Phantom (Ha, ha)
2DIRTYY
Chain, fake
Yeah, yeah, uh
Glocky, glocky
Yeah, ayy
Spaz, spaz (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Lazarus!]
I grip on the stick, bitch I grip automatic
These niggas they fake, they faker than plastic
I stay with the tool just like a mechanic
You not gon' shoot nigga, can it
I pull up and shoot, not shootin' no candids
They bullets they rip 'em, he need a bandage
The hollows will tear through 'em like a fabric
Boy stop all the cap, boy stop all the antics
In these niggas' songs, they fuck up my adlibs
Pull up with the chrome and it can get tragic
I make him disappear like magic
The Glock with the dick, it get pornographic
Pull up with the poles, turn him holographic
Pull up with the beam and I'm wrеakin' havoc
You is a bitch, you not a savage
And I got yo' bitch tied up in my attic
I put it in rare likе she is hispanic
Better change yo' plan, better change yo' tactics
I pull up on block, then that nigga panic
Pull up with the Glock, leave that nigga tatted
But that nigga go, better check his status
Get hit with the pole, got that nigga spazzin'
I fuck up her back, I'm givin' her spasms
I'm killin' that nigga, throw him in a casket
But close yo' eyes before shit get graphic
Pull up with the glizz, split him like a atom
My money is small, my money elastic
I leave him underwater, Titanic
I poured me a four now I'm finna test it
Full clip, shoot a panoramic
Get hit with the Glock, change the demographic
That nigga a snitch, nigga stop rappin'
The bullets they kiss, uh, romantic
Bitch I got the clips, boy stop the theatrics
The chopper get wild, but the shit get jurrasic
Pull up with the tool I shoot like a basket
Pull up with the shot, leave him in a casket
My nigga stay with it, my niggas aggressive
Pull up on that nigga if he not attentive
Not takin' my chain 'cause I got a weapon
We can get lit, we can get festive
The Glock with the dick, you get molested
This thing on my side just like a detective
The bullets abuse him, we get domestic
I bought me designer, boy this shit expensive
Put him on T.V, uh, Progressive
I look at your money, that shit not impressive
The glocky is on me, this shit is oppressive
This nigga get popped like antidepressant
Pull up with the dick, I'm sprayin' propellant
Chopper go sss, Febreeze
Shawty a thot, she get on her knees
You don't fit the lick, don't fit the description
Bitch I'm in Detroit, I ball like a Piston
Pull up on his house, don't need no permission
I leave 'em wrapped up, Egyptian
Pull up with the beam and eat 'em like Skittles
I send him home, early dismissal
And I get yo' bitch, get played like a fiddle
That nigga want problems he get solved like a riddle
These niggas they rats, Stuart Little
Too cool for school, I stay in detention
You say that's yo' bitch, why she in my mentions
Turn him to a ghost, Danny Phantom (Ha, ha)
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