Dirt McGerk

[Intro: Kodak Black] Smokin' on Dirt McGerk and Steve Ayy, uh [Verse 1: Kodak Black & EST Gee] 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) [Verse 2: EST Gee] 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 [Verse 3: Lil Crix] 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 [Verse 4: EST Gee] 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 [Verse 5: Kodak Black] 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