Dirty Bastard Lyrics

They like Keyz, when you dropping? It's gone turn the city up

I got some niggas claim they opps again, that's until we zip them up

That boy lil ant sending shots again, that's out a tonka truck

Niggas steady sending Twitter threats, that's until we fuck them up

I been up late, I can't get no rest

Bitch my legs throbbing running up this check

On a jet, right above the islands where you'll find me next

On my body builder shit, bitch I move weight and I could flex

He was talking like he like that, that's what got him stretched

Lucky got a Nine and a K, which gun he copping next

Told that hoe I want your noggin, baby you could keep the sex

And when we finished please don't call me bae, don't even send a text

If I hit you back, well bitch that pussy pressure

Asked that hoe like what we finna do, you know my time be precious

She wasn't on the same type of time, moved on to the next one

Had to cut my side hoe off again cuz she was being extra

Had to cut my main partner off and now he feel neglected

I just put a switchy on the back, now it's a lethal weapon

I was posted ten toes selling dodie on the intersection

Lil bitch I'm on top, this shit was unexpected

And I'm still Peso mob if you ain't get the message

Turbo steady dishing out them plays just like Peyton Manning

Left my white bitch alone, she said that I was being petty

Told her shit I'm stuck up in my ways, lil bitch I can't help it

She say I ain't shit, guess I'm a dirty bastard

Run up on me looking kind of crazy I might turn you Casper

I just met a freaky lil bitch I think that she a Dancer

Nigga play me crazy I'm gone flash, I might throw a tantrum

I ain't scared of none of you chumps, I feel like Matthew Mathers

I just want the money, fuck the fame, it don't even matter

If we know he laying on a brick then we gone ramshack him

I done seen some shit up in life that you can't even fathom

It's gone turn the city up

I got some niggas claim they opps again, that's until we zip them up

That boy lil ant sending shots again, that's out a Tonka truck

Niggas steady sending Twitter threats, that's until we fuck them up

I been up late, I can't get no rest

Bitch my legs throbbing running up this check

On a jet, right above the islands where you'll find me next

On my body builder shit, bitch I move weight and I could flex

He was talking like he like that, that's what got em stretched

Lucky got a nine and a K, which gun he copping next

Told that hoe I want your noggin, baby you could keep the sex

And when we finished please don't call me bae, don't even send a text