Freshie Double Back
[Intro]
(You like that?)
Yeah, yeah (Like that, yeah)
(I get them racks, I get the stack, I'm in the trap)
Ayy
(I get them racks, I get them, I'm in that)
Yuh
Chatz
Dirty, Dirty
(I get them racks, I get them, I'm in that)
Yeah (Ha)
R.I.P. my cousin, man, for real
Yeah, yeah (Chatz)
[Chorus]
I get them racks, I get the stacks (Dirty)
I'm in the trap, I double back (Dirty)
Where is you at? Hit up my jack (Dirty)
Niggas be cap, that is fact (Yeah, Dirty Boy)
I keep the pack, I keep a strap
It's on my lap, nigga, f..ck rats (Dirty Boy)
Yeah, my gang, we gang like frat (Dirty Boy)
And, bitch, we don't know how to act (Dirty)
I put the gang all on the map
He doin' this, he doin' that (Yeah)
Nigga, you broke, nigga, you wack
Designer on me from my shoes to my hat (Dirty)
I smoke the weed, OG the gas
Bitches on me, they in love with my tats (Yeah)
Run up a check, show 'em my ass
Get our your feelings and go get a bag
[Bridge]
[?] Freshie, yeah, Dirty
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Pockets they big, pockets they fat (Dirty Boy)
Cut off my ex, she is still mad (Dirty Boy)
I get the cash, I get it fast (Dirty)
Bentley the coupe, doin' the dash (Dirty)
Designer the stand, drip with the walk (Dirty Boy)
Niggas just flex, niggas just talk (Dirty)
Walk in the bank, come out the vault (Dirty)
Look at my swag, I don't shop at the mall (Dirty Boy)
I cannot slip, I cannot fall
Think I'm LeBron from the way that I ball (Yeah)
Run up the money like taking a jog
Killin' these niggas, we killin' them all (Dirty)
Most of these niggas be banging, they fraud (Dirty)
Hop on that dick, man, that bitch like a frog (Dirty)
F..ck the 12, we breakin' the law (Dirty)
Yeah, yeah (Lil' Dirty)
[Chorus]
I get them racks, I get the stacks (Dirty)
I'm in the trap, I double back (Dirty)
Where is you at? Hit up my jack (Dirty)
Niggas be cap, that is fact (Yeah, Dirty Boy)
I keep the pack, I keep a strap
It's on my lap, nigga, f..ck rats (Dirty Boy)
Yeah, my gang, we gang like frat (Dirty Boy)
And, bitch, we don't know how to act (Dirty)
I put the gang all on the map
He doin' this, he doin' that (Yeah)
Nigga, you broke, nigga, you wack
Designer on me from my shoes to my hat (Dirty)
I smoke the weed, OG the gas
Bitches on me, they in love with my tats (Yeah)
Run up a check, show 'em my ass
Get our your feelings and go get a bag (Dirty Boy)
[Outro]
Yeah
Man, my f..ckin' head hurts, nigga, but I'ma still turn a nigga to a dancer
Yeah, you want smoke but you don't want cancer