They just mad cause I been grinding thru it, And I'm rich now
In the vault bitch I been stacking music, and it's mixed now
Use to run around to get em hit, I make hits now
How the f*ck my bitch got a bitch, With a bitch now
How the f*ck my switch make a snitch, Get a stitch now
Jumpin off the bridge, in some britches, aww man yall some bitches
I ain't dressing up wit no more rags, Since I made some riches
Ion even gotta Check the tag, Cause we know who it is
Running out the crib I check the mag, Bitch I tote a fifty
I was the lil kid making songs bout some tits and toes
Now I'm making music, wit some money, Ion need the hoes
I could spit one verse and they gon fall Call em dominoes
And I could see right thru all of these fakes, Like some pantyhose
Said I could see right thru all of these fakes, they just made mistakes
Check the belt, yes bitch that is Hermes, On my f*ckin waist
I been sippin on that f*ckin purp, when my body hurt
Get back gang we come get it in blood, Bitch I feel like smirk
Come n get yo brother yo lil cousin, I ain't talkin Kirk
Ion need the perk, to put in work, I stay on alert
Speak on me and you gon need a hearse, Put you in my verse
N Ion shoot no whiskey, We hit bodies I still feel like dirk (dirk dirk dirk)
(Haha)
I still feel like dirk, run up on me you end on a shirt, that's just how I work
Jumpin out the gym, you see the vert, Make the bitches flirt
Talk on me then fly away like birds, Why the f*ck you chirp
Chirpin on me like some f*ckin birds, You gon end up dead
Said I'll put you right up in a hearse, Leave the body red
You ain't nothing like me bitch I'm special, I ain't talkin ed
Blowin all these rounds I'm too official, I ain't talkin ref
Make yo bitch say hold up, Wait a minute Like the post man
I could run the states, Just like the senate, Ion vote fam
I been making hits like the 9th inning, Running home man
Carrats on my neck and on my earrings, like a snowman
(Like a snowman)
Yuh, Like a snowman, All these bitches wanna shake sum ass, I shake no hand
Everyday bitch it's another verse, I'm the flow fan
Ima ball out for the countdown city, Like I'm sochan
I could see right thru all of these fakes, they just made mistakes
Check the belt, yes bitch that is Hermes, On my f*ckin waist
I been sippin on that f*ckin purp, when my body hurt
Get back gang we come get it in blood, Bitch I feel like smirk
Come n get yo brother yo lil cousin, I ain't talkin Kirk
Ion need the perk, to put in work, I stay on alert
Speak on me and you gon need a hearse, Put you in my verse
N Ion shoot no whiskey, We hit bodies I still feel like dirk
Young Kee - Feel Like Dirk Lyrics
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They just mad cause I been grinding thru it, And I'm rich now
In the vault bitch I been stacking music, and it's mixed now
Use to run around to get em hit, I make hits now
How the f*ck my bitch got a bitch, With a bitch now
How the f*ck my switch make a snitch, Get a stitch now
Jumpin off the bridge, in some britches, aww man yall some bitches
I ain't dressing up wit no more rags, Since I made some riches
Ion even gotta Check the tag, Cause we know who it is
Running out the crib I check the mag, Bitch I tote a fifty
I was the lil kid making songs bout some tits and toes
Now I'm making music, wit some money, Ion need the hoes
I could spit one verse and they gon fall Call em dominoes
And I could see right thru all of these fakes, Like some pantyhose
Said I could see right thru all of these fakes, they just made mistakes
Check the belt, yes bitch that is Hermes, On my f*ckin waist
I been sippin on that f*ckin purp, when my body hurt
Get back gang we come get it in blood, Bitch I feel like smirk
Come n get yo brother yo lil cousin, I ain't talkin Kirk
Ion need the perk, to put in work, I stay on alert
Speak on me and you gon need a hearse, Put you in my verse
N Ion shoot no whiskey, We hit bodies I still feel like dirk (dirk dirk dirk)
(Haha)
I still feel like dirk, run up on me you end on a shirt, that's just how I work
Jumpin out the gym, you see the vert, Make the bitches flirt
Talk on me then fly away like birds, Why the f*ck you chirp
Chirpin on me like some f*ckin birds, You gon end up dead
Said I'll put you right up in a hearse, Leave the body red
You ain't nothing like me bitch I'm special, I ain't talkin ed
Blowin all these rounds I'm too official, I ain't talkin ref
Make yo bitch say hold up, Wait a minute Like the post man
I could run the states, Just like the senate, Ion vote fam
I been making hits like the 9th inning, Running home man
Carrats on my neck and on my earrings, like a snowman
(Like a snowman)
Yuh, Like a snowman, All these bitches wanna shake sum ass, I shake no hand
Everyday bitch it's another verse, I'm the flow fan
Ima ball out for the countdown city, Like I'm sochan
I could see right thru all of these fakes, they just made mistakes
Check the belt, yes bitch that is Hermes, On my f*ckin waist
I been sippin on that f*ckin purp, when my body hurt
Get back gang we come get it in blood, Bitch I feel like smirk
Come n get yo brother yo lil cousin, I ain't talkin Kirk
Ion need the perk, to put in work, I stay on alert
Speak on me and you gon need a hearse, Put you in my verse
N Ion shoot no whiskey, We hit bodies I still feel like dirk
In the vault bitch I been stacking music, and it's mixed now
Use to run around to get em hit, I make hits now
How the f*ck my bitch got a bitch, With a bitch now
How the f*ck my switch make a snitch, Get a stitch now
Jumpin off the bridge, in some britches, aww man yall some bitches
I ain't dressing up wit no more rags, Since I made some riches
Ion even gotta Check the tag, Cause we know who it is
Running out the crib I check the mag, Bitch I tote a fifty
I was the lil kid making songs bout some tits and toes
Now I'm making music, wit some money, Ion need the hoes
I could spit one verse and they gon fall Call em dominoes
And I could see right thru all of these fakes, Like some pantyhose
Said I could see right thru all of these fakes, they just made mistakes
Check the belt, yes bitch that is Hermes, On my f*ckin waist
I been sippin on that f*ckin purp, when my body hurt
Get back gang we come get it in blood, Bitch I feel like smirk
Come n get yo brother yo lil cousin, I ain't talkin Kirk
Ion need the perk, to put in work, I stay on alert
Speak on me and you gon need a hearse, Put you in my verse
N Ion shoot no whiskey, We hit bodies I still feel like dirk (dirk dirk dirk)
(Haha)
I still feel like dirk, run up on me you end on a shirt, that's just how I work
Jumpin out the gym, you see the vert, Make the bitches flirt
Talk on me then fly away like birds, Why the f*ck you chirp
Chirpin on me like some f*ckin birds, You gon end up dead
Said I'll put you right up in a hearse, Leave the body red
You ain't nothing like me bitch I'm special, I ain't talkin ed
Blowin all these rounds I'm too official, I ain't talkin ref
Make yo bitch say hold up, Wait a minute Like the post man
I could run the states, Just like the senate, Ion vote fam
I been making hits like the 9th inning, Running home man
Carrats on my neck and on my earrings, like a snowman
(Like a snowman)
Yuh, Like a snowman, All these bitches wanna shake sum ass, I shake no hand
Everyday bitch it's another verse, I'm the flow fan
Ima ball out for the countdown city, Like I'm sochan
I could see right thru all of these fakes, they just made mistakes
Check the belt, yes bitch that is Hermes, On my f*ckin waist
I been sippin on that f*ckin purp, when my body hurt
Get back gang we come get it in blood, Bitch I feel like smirk
Come n get yo brother yo lil cousin, I ain't talkin Kirk
Ion need the perk, to put in work, I stay on alert
Speak on me and you gon need a hearse, Put you in my verse
N Ion shoot no whiskey, We hit bodies I still feel like dirk
Writer: young kee
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