Dirt McGerk - Kodak Black ft. EST Gee, Lil Crix

Smokin' on Dirt McGerk and Steve

Ayy, uh

I'ma go and change the speed

I'm on cocaine and weed

Smokin' on Dirt McGerk

Sippin' on syrup with the Perc'

See, I'm on the lows and highs

I don't play with my nose, I'm lying

I stay on my Q's and P's

I just be gettin' my B's

I'm bangin' no B's and C's

Them crackers done gave me the keys

I got a few mill', I'm pleased

My nigga, he kill with ease

You run up, you gon' get blast

I'm movin' on slowed and fast (Fast)

That mean I'm on downs and ups (Ups)

Yeah, nigga, I'm sour as fuck (Fuck)

I don't know what's in my cup (Cup)

I just keep feelin' myself (Feelin' myself)

I just be feelin' myself (Feelin' myself)

I've just been feelin' myself (Feelin' myself)

Yeah, yeah, and I love all my shiners to death

I'm forever off Addies and X

It's the water boy out in exec'

Get aluminum pan off the chef

It's essential when cookin' this meth

With no mention, shit fuck with my breath

Had me put all my demons to rest

He was dry, he ain't had to get wet

Do the same if you wanna get drenched

I'm so quick with this fin like a fish

I'm so quick with this fin off my hip

Pop a ten, she ain't fucking me quick

Break her heart, then she love me again

If you love me, bitch, carry these bricks

I ain't trick, give my junkie a kiss

Help me bring some more customers in

Servin' niggas exotic and Roxy

Got me losin' a count of these bodies

Big bro gave me piece of the meth

I hear voices, I'm talkin' to death

Run up on me, I'm leavin' 'em stretched

I done made it out, breakin' a sweat

Lil D, Fetty, Quan, Jeezy, Will, who I'm smokin' on next?

Me and Tazz really Kobe and shaq

Add LeBron if you throwing in Yak

I sent the text, then he turned around, then I left that boy on his back

I prefer my hoes pretty and black

Baking soda, won't stick to the crack

Try to run, get shot in the hip

Gun jam, he get beat with the clip

I'm in his grass, waiting outside, but I posted like I'm on a trip

I served him fentanyl in a Doritos bag, police thought I gave him chips

I've been textin' this junkie like he my friend, sell me your bottle of 'scripts

Guns and drugs, free Polo Pooh, but crackers ain't catchin' this whip

Yeah, I put the Benz in cruise

Yeah, nigga, you snooze, you lose

Yeah, that nigga ain't see grimace yet 'til I put his ass under my shoes

Got my opps playin' Saw, but difference is they dyin', I don't care what they choose (I don't care)

Cuh, this business, kill that boy, we really puttin' shit on the news, on God

I ain't feelin' lil' buddy, I'm sorry

Ain't got least five, we ain't got nothin' in common

Movin' in silence, slidin'

Con gang, shiners, vultures, gremlins, goblins

Please don't bother me, how I'm vibin'

It's a feelin', it's hard to describe it

Mixin' sixes with Roxys, pop 'em

Ain't doin' no back and forth, hoopin' and hollerin'

Plus I'm down to pay homage, it's dada

It was local, I treat it colossal

I accomplished the mission impossible

Understand that most artists impostors

Well, I guess Geeski just ain't no artist

Got the snakes, they live down in my garden

Left me fed up when they was just starving

They was thirsty, I brought 'em some water

Put the syrup on the black

So I don't burn like that

Every opp I caught, pop, every hat I catch, splat

Droptop Maybach

Me and Soto go way back

My strap got dumb-dumb bullets, big blue tips got mushrooms in it

I put a kit on a coupe

I'm stickin', I'm feelin', you feelin' me too

I left the bitch in the room

When I walked in, I caught her stealin' the boot

Jigga man, Jigga man, ooh

What I learned on the curb, you can't get it in school

Put it in, stick it in, ooh

Then roll it, roll, I'm rollin', roll

Trap house jumpin', I make a hundred more at the corner store

Don't even touch him, bring him right to me, I'm finna cut his throat

I just been doin' my thug

Tatted up, my foot in the slums

I ain't worried 'bout gettin' no love

True story, I'm mixin' my drugs

I'm a junkie, I tried everything

All this money, just buyin' anything

E Murda just gave me an E

These murders been boostin' my geek

I go zool on Riatta with G

I put boot up in all that I eat

I've been livin' off noodles and mollies

I keep losin' a count of these bodies