Shhhh shh shhh shh
Listen , listen..just be quite
Now I know you hear that shit
Don't sound like no , no nigga creeping ? Sound like a nigga creeping don't it ? Yeah keep playing
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
She want me to fall in love I will but don't tell her
Bag bought her a lamb hoe you lucky I buy you a sweater
FaceTime calls flashing guns me an the fellas
Jon told me I'm mobbin round with that Glock like ian no felon
Rob him for all his weed an smoke that shit nigga ian gone sell it
Shot a nigga ass in the lip I think he dead but it ain't no telling
Ion need you tryna preach to me nigga my granddad been a reverend
Ion be with allat playing shit lil nigga ion do no mellin
Ion need you tryna speak to me hoe cause you seen me hop out that wagon
He told me he ain't have no money he praying to God I started laughing
I been going on murder sprees nigga an I be bragging
Flipped his couch like I had me a warrant nigga I get active
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
Ion wipe noses hell no nigga I cut throats
I'm the type to pass her to lil folks nigga Rondo
If I catch a charge today I'm going out like Rambo
Gen-5 on me an I'm ichy don't be playing folks
She want her a gangsta bitch I'm gangsta what you saying hoe
I promote the violence bitch I'm dropping shit an keeping score
He a hood nigga caught him lacking at the hood store
We smoke out the bag ion do no swishers bring me woods hoe
You know yeen no shooter yeen gone shoot but you say you would though
Imma die on papers can't get off I wish I could though
All these niggas with me gone buss they guns I wish they would choke
Book me for a feature I got the money an didn't even f*cking go
Dirk
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
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Shhhh shh shhh shh
Listen , listen..just be quite
Now I know you hear that shit
Don't sound like no , no nigga creeping ? Sound like a nigga creeping don't it ? Yeah keep playing
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
She want me to fall in love I will but don't tell her
Bag bought her a lamb hoe you lucky I buy you a sweater
FaceTime calls flashing guns me an the fellas
Jon told me I'm mobbin round with that Glock like ian no felon
Rob him for all his weed an smoke that shit nigga ian gone sell it
Shot a nigga ass in the lip I think he dead but it ain't no telling
Ion need you tryna preach to me nigga my granddad been a reverend
Ion be with allat playing shit lil nigga ion do no mellin
Ion need you tryna speak to me hoe cause you seen me hop out that wagon
He told me he ain't have no money he praying to God I started laughing
I been going on murder sprees nigga an I be bragging
Flipped his couch like I had me a warrant nigga I get active
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
Ion wipe noses hell no nigga I cut throats
I'm the type to pass her to lil folks nigga Rondo
If I catch a charge today I'm going out like Rambo
Gen-5 on me an I'm ichy don't be playing folks
She want her a gangsta bitch I'm gangsta what you saying hoe
I promote the violence bitch I'm dropping shit an keeping score
He a hood nigga caught him lacking at the hood store
We smoke out the bag ion do no swishers bring me woods hoe
You know yeen no shooter yeen gone shoot but you say you would though
Imma die on papers can't get off I wish I could though
All these niggas with me gone buss they guns I wish they would choke
Book me for a feature I got the money an didn't even f*cking go
Dirk
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
Listen , listen..just be quite
Now I know you hear that shit
Don't sound like no , no nigga creeping ? Sound like a nigga creeping don't it ? Yeah keep playing
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
She want me to fall in love I will but don't tell her
Bag bought her a lamb hoe you lucky I buy you a sweater
FaceTime calls flashing guns me an the fellas
Jon told me I'm mobbin round with that Glock like ian no felon
Rob him for all his weed an smoke that shit nigga ian gone sell it
Shot a nigga ass in the lip I think he dead but it ain't no telling
Ion need you tryna preach to me nigga my granddad been a reverend
Ion be with allat playing shit lil nigga ion do no mellin
Ion need you tryna speak to me hoe cause you seen me hop out that wagon
He told me he ain't have no money he praying to God I started laughing
I been going on murder sprees nigga an I be bragging
Flipped his couch like I had me a warrant nigga I get active
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
Ion wipe noses hell no nigga I cut throats
I'm the type to pass her to lil folks nigga Rondo
If I catch a charge today I'm going out like Rambo
Gen-5 on me an I'm ichy don't be playing folks
She want her a gangsta bitch I'm gangsta what you saying hoe
I promote the violence bitch I'm dropping shit an keeping score
He a hood nigga caught him lacking at the hood store
We smoke out the bag ion do no swishers bring me woods hoe
You know yeen no shooter yeen gone shoot but you say you would though
Imma die on papers can't get off I wish I could though
All these niggas with me gone buss they guns I wish they would choke
Book me for a feature I got the money an didn't even f*cking go
Dirk
Shot him in both his legs , how he run
Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun
You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun
I just like that money I get greedy like my son
Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing
Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie
Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe
D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen
Writer: Raji Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid