Lyrics to Dirty Dan
Yeah, nigga, this shit ain't hard, nigga
Gang shit ain't hard, y'all niggas be bitin' my style, though
I'ma switch it up on y'all fuck niggas, show y'all somethin' (Xair, let me get that motherfucker)
No yap
Mm, yeah, hmm, hmm, yeah, hmm, yeah
Hmm, yeah, huh, fuck nigga, yeah, brrt
Hmm
Hmm, hmm, yeah
Big-ass Draco on my lap, hope you don't lack, know we the PAP pursuers
Think he can make it out the city, if he lack, then do it
Really was tweakin', I wasn't learnin', had a gat in school
Huh, and they like puttin' my name in shit, I told 'em Raq didn't do it
Really don't care about nothin' else as long as my package movin'
I'm not lackin', try to run up and told him, "Back back, you stupid?"
Huh, nigga's a bitch, he not no robber, he get jacked in school
Hmm, beat his ass, gеt stomped on the mat for speakin' on Raq, you fool
Ayy, your partnеr ain't come today, but we gon' pack him soon
Huh, your brother a freshman, he too young, lil' bro'll pack him too
Put a hit out for the quarterback, them chasin' a sack, lil' dude
Plottin' on you all day, so when we up, just give me that pack, lil' dude
All these rap niggas bite my style, nigga, give me that back, lil' dude
See an opp at the function, can't pull off, his shit on flat, lil' dude
Ooh, just be cool, don't be rude, don't be worried 'bout what I do
Go ask your nigga, we put belt to him and he know what I do
Play with this shit, lost all your members, what do I have to prove?
Big bro tweakin', got better things to do than sit on the block with you
Take it out on everything, can't find your bro, we sendin' shots at you
We takin' him down, he ask for the time like we finna throw a clock at you
Ain't nobody perfect, they be quick to point out a man's flaw
Crazy, your killer can be that nigga from the sandbox
Some of these niggas just mad I fucked they bitch, they ain't no damn opps
I'm with the same squad
Huh, we got Roxy, Perky 10s, and the Xan bar
Don't forget RB the drank man, purple in, boy
Yeah, yeah, and, nigga, I'm smart, I'm a real-deal killer
We don't be doin' no hits out of rentals
See your car, flip 'em, where is my pistol?
Try to jump my ho, that bitch gettin' beat up, she like, "Where is my sister?"
My bitch got hands, huh
You thought I was gon' fight, your nigga got hit with Dirty Dan, huh
Love the sound of shooting, it's like music to a band
Every nigga up that fire and do not use it, chop his hand
Yeah, nigga, chop they fuckin' hand off, nigga, you don't shoot shit, bitch
Yeah, we catchin' murders, nigga, we tryna catch a kill
Knock your bitch ass down, nigga, we gon' shoot you
Gang shit ain't hard, y'all niggas be bitin' my style, though
I'ma switch it up on y'all fuck niggas, show y'all somethin' (Xair, let me get that motherfucker)
No yap
Mm, yeah, hmm, hmm, yeah, hmm, yeah
Hmm, yeah, huh, fuck nigga, yeah, brrt
Hmm
Hmm, hmm, yeah
Big-ass Draco on my lap, hope you don't lack, know we the PAP pursuers
Think he can make it out the city, if he lack, then do it
Really was tweakin', I wasn't learnin', had a gat in school
Huh, and they like puttin' my name in shit, I told 'em Raq didn't do it
Really don't care about nothin' else as long as my package movin'
I'm not lackin', try to run up and told him, "Back back, you stupid?"
Huh, nigga's a bitch, he not no robber, he get jacked in school
Hmm, beat his ass, gеt stomped on the mat for speakin' on Raq, you fool
Ayy, your partnеr ain't come today, but we gon' pack him soon
Huh, your brother a freshman, he too young, lil' bro'll pack him too
Put a hit out for the quarterback, them chasin' a sack, lil' dude
Plottin' on you all day, so when we up, just give me that pack, lil' dude
All these rap niggas bite my style, nigga, give me that back, lil' dude
See an opp at the function, can't pull off, his shit on flat, lil' dude
Ooh, just be cool, don't be rude, don't be worried 'bout what I do
Go ask your nigga, we put belt to him and he know what I do
Play with this shit, lost all your members, what do I have to prove?
Big bro tweakin', got better things to do than sit on the block with you
Take it out on everything, can't find your bro, we sendin' shots at you
We takin' him down, he ask for the time like we finna throw a clock at you
Ain't nobody perfect, they be quick to point out a man's flaw
Crazy, your killer can be that nigga from the sandbox
Some of these niggas just mad I fucked they bitch, they ain't no damn opps
I'm with the same squad
Huh, we got Roxy, Perky 10s, and the Xan bar
Don't forget RB the drank man, purple in, boy
Yeah, yeah, and, nigga, I'm smart, I'm a real-deal killer
We don't be doin' no hits out of rentals
See your car, flip 'em, where is my pistol?
Try to jump my ho, that bitch gettin' beat up, she like, "Where is my sister?"
My bitch got hands, huh
You thought I was gon' fight, your nigga got hit with Dirty Dan, huh
Love the sound of shooting, it's like music to a band
Every nigga up that fire and do not use it, chop his hand
Yeah, nigga, chop they fuckin' hand off, nigga, you don't shoot shit, bitch
Yeah, we catchin' murders, nigga, we tryna catch a kill
Knock your bitch ass down, nigga, we gon' shoot you
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