Dirty Sprite 2

Uh, Uh, Uh
«What is important to you»
Dirty my sprite now you know I can’t see shit
Crash in this shit, Fendi back with the remix
Throwing up signs like a nigga bulimic
I’m with my suns like im balling in Phoenix
Light up a spliff, dont expect me to pass it, cause most of you niggas be faker
than plastic
What Is Important To You? been out two damn days and they already call it a
classic
That’s cause I crash shit
Killing these beats that’s Crvsh Shit
I’m in this whip on some fast shit
Go T. Rex in the booth every bar that I spit on Jurassic
Dont get smacked in your mouth tryna play with my name cause you tryna be cute
and sarcastic
Bands on me, busting out the elastic
My money stretch in the bank so they calling me Mr. Fantastic
Hopped in the booth and this shit turn me to a fanatic
Hits on hits like an addict
Cop come through, play it cool at the door, then we move to the addict
Gimme the work and I’ll stash it
Klip just gave me a fake ass check, still took it to chase and they cashed it
Ill be the first to admit I was down for a second but I had to get to a bag
quick
I was the last one to start, now I’m selling these niggas, got me on some
deadbeat dad shit
Bro come eat this shit, remember Fendi and flames, got the whole game shook,
but we back bitch
I ain’t' gon' front, Man its been a lil' while but a young nigga lit,
and I’m back in this bitch
Feeling like 2016, now we crashing a lot, because Fendi and crash in this shit
, now i gotta tweak cause i seen a lot of heads going bad in this shit
No shots fired, but I been watching from the sidelines, y’all going out sad in
this bitch
I should relax in this bitch
Ain’t been thirty seconds yet but im maxing this shit
Got in my bag in this shit
Its a race to the top, I been doing laps in this bitch
we could throw down
Gang turn this shit to a showdown
I dont get it, why you wanna fold now
Internet tough, but you acting like a hoe now
Ah shit let me slow down
'Cause I dont mean to get on niggas, but I took a long break just to shit on
niggas
From the ground up, we ain’t get a put on nigga
We was overlooked more than a few times nigga
That’s okay like thunder, that’s how we come when y’all put the gang under
Like we can’t survive in this shit
Like we is not live in this shit
Put some respect on the guys or get hit
Cause that will not fly in this shit
I do not lie when I spit
Like a lot of niggas false claiming, in it for the clout
You should hear the shit comin' out the mouth
Rappin' shit they really not about, you need to cut that shit out
Man I’m really sorry for the long drought
But im back on some cool shit, yeah with some new shit, made a lil' comeback
'cause y’all ain’t do shit
, Rick Owen my kicks (Yessir)
Y’all can’t floss like this (Oh Nah)
1PNico I step on shit
For the love of god just suck my dick, you dumbass hoe, you no good bitch
Ima say it how it was, ima say it how it is
Crash going Bandicoot
Flying and stinging like bee’s we ahead of you
Car from Korea, you carry the manual
I just been counting up, stacking my revenue
Got that lil' bitch eating dick like an edible
My verses flawless, just say im incredible
My money blue, that shit is federal
She eat dick, that bitch a cannibal
Took her back to the crib, we fucking like animals
He dont want beef, we feeding him danimals
One punch to the face, I’m removing his mandible
Like foot in the mud, my weed hella sticky
Bad lil hoe suck dick, so classy
Stay whippin' in the pot no Winnie
Your pockets is iffy, that shit is a pity
I copped a new mag for this big as grip
I be moving with swag and i talk like a pimp
Finessing the plug, watch me run off with bricks
If we low on the dough then lets go hit a lick
Applying the pressure, I’m letting you have it
Come hit us up if its really 'bout static
You not about it if you snitching and capping
Pussy ass boy didn’t want all this action
Now all his mans, they be know when he acting, I’m thinking like «Damn he just did it for the gram»
Come hit me up you know its 20 for a gram
Double my profit I sold all the xans
You wanted that feature, then go hit my cashapp
Brand new Birkin you know i just bagged that
Making a play everyday, said he trap trap
We got the draco’s thats pushing your shit back
Sipping on wock, get that Hi-Tec
20 pints copped off this paycheck
Gang on go no
Fly down the road I breakneck
Frauding ass boys, y’all fake flex
Crash on the link, bro say less
He talking shit now he faceless
Metal in his mouth no braces
You know my team we the greatest
Ain’t no debating