Dirt Lyrics by Key Glock is a newly released English song produced by King Ceeo. The latest song Dirt lyrics are written by Key Glock & King Ceeo. The song was published on 22nd February 2023.
Dirt Song Details:
| Song: | Dirt |
| Singer(s): | Key Glock |
| Produced by: | King Ceeo |
| Written by: | Key Glock & King Ceeo |
| Label(©): | Paper Route Empire |
Dirt Lyrics
I’m that nigga
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Oh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, nigga
Yeah, cut the la familia, nigga
It’s a family, not a gang
It’s not a gang, nigga
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I’m gon’ bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I’m unchanged
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain’t no shame up in my gang, I’m tryna get it off (Off)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (Soft)
I just stay out the way (The way), and collect my bread (My bread)
If you get in my way (My way), you get in one in the head (The—)
Goyard full of blues (Blues), sippin’ on—, sippin’ on red (Red)
Like Worm, I’m ’bout my money (My money), I smoke your ass, like [?] (Yeah)
I’m a player, I can show you how to play it (Yeah)
Yeah, steppin’ on niggas, no pledge (Uh)
Go to sleep with a chop’ by the bed (Bah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (Yeah)
(All this ice on me, I need a sled, uh)
Think my Bart chain need a Coke (Coke)
Get that money and stack it, you dig? (You dig?)
Nobody like bein’ broke (Nope)
This street shit ain’t no joke (No joke), everybody wanna be rich (Rich)
You gotta get off your ass (Your ass), and get up on your shit (Your shit)
My Moncler in a jet (Jet), my Maybach is a ship (Ship)
My pockets keep gettin’ fat (And fatter), it come from all these chips (Chips)
Bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Run through it like him (Yeah)
Himmy Boys, Jimmy Neutron
Him Dunkies, hahaha (South Memphis, France)
Dividends (Yeah)
Uh
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (Bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I’m gon’ bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I’m unchanged
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain’t no shame up in my gang, I’m tryna get it off (Off)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (Soft)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah)