Clean & Dirty

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (you aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
I'm in this bitch with Twonem, huh, yeah
Free 3, huh, yeah

I walked in fitted, then I left out dirty, huh
Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby (skrrt)
I been way too geeked, I popped too many Perkies
And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh (yeah)
My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
Huh, yeah, huh, cracka, huh, buh, buh, buh
My pills clean, but-, huh, yeah, huh, huh

Wake up, hit for 50, feel like Curtis, huh
I roll her in the Rolls, she feel exposed, drop the curtain
You got pole and I got pole, just drop the lo', be there in 30
Grab my mask, get to purgin', we make mamas go to churches
We make grannies broke off funeral homes, I don't do none of that rappin'
We wrap opps up like tortillas, boy, you know this shit get tragic
If I catch Lil Nine, I'ma hit his ass with that Nina all in traffic
Brand-new stick, I'll wave the bitch like Selena, I do magic

Off ten beans in a Beamer, double-stack got me on Venus
Unc' mad, made him wait for two hours, he in here fiendin' (yeah)
I ain't do it for no reason (huh?), plug playin' on my re-up (uh)
Long as I get that shit gone
Get to smoke and kick my feet up, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh (huh, huh, yeah)

Bitch, better go suit up, you ain't got no excuses
I been beatin' my feet, somethin' like I abuse 'em, huh, huh
Talkin' to God, I miss my brother, like, "Why you took him?"
Huh, fuck them crackas, they took my dawg, I'm askin' why they booked him
Huh, bitch, I stood tall, they can't overlook me, huh
Always shootin' straight, huh, just a little crooked (huh? Huh?)
Still servin' Cookies, still fuck with auntie (huh? Huh?)
Still on that porch, I might be up, but I ain't signed (huh? Huh? Huh?)

Crack that seal and pour me up 'bout four lines
I ain't dropped a Audemar, but they all knowin' it's my time
State trooper get behind me, I'm doin' 160 on the I (on the I)
I might serve the lows, but I'm still outchea getting high as God
Wave the rod like I'm from Saint Pete, huh
Bitch, I'm geeked up in the stu', we in here eight deep, huh
Steady countin' all this cheese, that's why they hate me, huh
I told her, "I don't want the pussy," she damn near raped me

Walked in fitted, then I left out dirty, huh
Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby (skrrt)
I been way too geeked, I popped too many Perkies
And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh (yeah)
My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
Huh, yeah, huh, cracka, huh, buh, buh, buh
My pills clean, but-, huh, yeah, huh, huh