Dirty Sprite

Yeah
Let's go
Yo, yo

I'm on they way
I'm on the way up
Y'all fell asleep
Y'all better wake up
Life isn't cheap
I'm tryna cake up
Got me a freak
She don't need makeup
I got me some homies who know how to rap and shit
Homies that know all about the shit
Homies around the shits
Homies who probably countin' up counterfeits
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' but sounds and shit
Talk about life and surroundings, surrounded by savages
Chicks I just laugh at them
Let lil' homie have stabs at them
Battin' if, swing
She outta 10, I don't know what my average is
Ain't been to practice
Reactive with action while y'all rappers practicing
Xanax and Actavis advocates
Shorty want hands, I don't think she could handle this
In my hands is a handle bitch
Damn it, I'm ravenous
Got the smoke like I'm cannabis
It's LIT like a candle stick
Let's go

Two, three, four
Yeah, you know that I'm the one
Lookin' clean, lookin' right
So I got dirt one's
Five, six, aight
Lookin' tight, Off-White
With the purp' and the red
Now I got Dirty Sprite

I got money on my mind
So I'm always where the bag is
Direct deposits got me fillin' out the bank slips
Smell of Versace comin' off me
That's my fragrance
Hoppin' off the plane
Be the only time I carry baggage
Besides that
I just rather roll alone
Like a keypad, I gotta keep it G and follow code
Stuntin' like my daddy, we both always on the road
Them real talks on them late nights
When we on the phone
I got that underground tunnel vision like I'm Al Capone
My hustle on the double, I ain't even got a clone
They yellin' who
But this ain't Mike Jones
Like a light skin chick
All I got is nice tones
Let's go

Two, three, four
Yeah, you know that I'm the one
Lookin' clean, lookin' right
So I got dirt one's
Five, six, aight
Lookin' tight, Off-White
With the purp' and the red
Now I got Dirty Sprite

Aye, aye
Good God, everything been sixth gear
All my flows burn rubber like its Goodyear
Broke my rear view off 'cause I don't look back
She only thinkin' ahead
No Tic Tac
So drink beers and hit rears
This a celebration
We fly up above the rest like it's incarnation
I'm sure baby got back
You're facin' litigation
And now she not comin' back
She needs more conversation
Her love is like a drug that I could never get right
I'm skatin' in and outta rhymes like a halfpipe
No apologies, I'm Silva with the left-right
I'm busy countin', my digits will always get right

Two, three, four
Yeah, you know that I'm the one
Lookin' clean, lookin' right
So I got dirt one's
Five, six, aight
Lookin' tight, Off-White
With the purp' and the red
Now I got Dirty Sprite