[HOOK]:
Dirty sprite
Hi-tec
Rolling up them woods, got me higher than a jet
We turn up so bad guess why these n***as they upset
But we dont give a f**, we gone cut up, we gotta flex
f**ing on his b**h, im s**ing on all up on her chest
We pull up wit semis, dont give a f** about a vest
b**hes so in love cause i done turnt up on the rest
Running up a check
Want beef, we coming at yo neck
[VERSE]:
Pull on yo block and we shooting like dice
If you play me wrong then we gone take yo life
And we strapped like the navy, so dick pick a fight
Catch me a body, den i go book a flight
Came from the dark, i just needed some light
Go hit a lick if my pockets ain’t right
Booking from 12, gotta get outta sight
Smoking dat pressure, we running through lights
Yo b**h want me to wife her, i swear she a eater
Dick in her throat that sh** cut off her breathing
You can’t catch me lacking i stay my heater
And we running through woods just like we some beavers
He on the net, tryna call me a tweeter
Keep me away from yo b**h you dont want me to meet her
She gone fall in love, can’t do nothing but eat her
Hit ha wit da dick, she say its dat sleeper
Turnt wit my gang yea we do what we do
Thinking sh** sweet p**y go with yo move
Pull on yo block and we strapped with them tools
We gone leave his a** wet, like he fresh out the pool
I couldn’t trust em cause he broke the rules
OG told me stay down and you can’t be no fool
Caught his a** lackin he thought we was cool
Blew out his brains, shouldve paid up my dues
[HOOK]:
Dirty sprite
Hi tec
Rolling up them woods, got me higher than a jet
We turn up so bad guess why these n***as they upset
But we dont give a f**, we gone cut up, we gotta flex
f**ing on his b**h, im s**ing on all up on her chest
We pull up wit semis, dont give a f** about a vest
b**hes so in love cause i done turnt up on the rest
Running up a check
Want beef, we coming at yo neck
(Benji) :
[VERSE] b**h we got the gas , and the tecs , and the sprite , gettin Money , f**ing b**hes , all damn night , test me wrong , b**h we upping on them pipes , take yo life, b**h we spinning broad day light , all my n***as , yea , we strapped up like sum dykes , I’m that n***a , you don’t know me , yea ight , Hi-Tec , sippin lean wit the sprite , break my wrist up in the kitchen all dam night
Imma water whippin king
Watch my wrist my sh** bling
High tech wit the beam
Get in a jam you’ll sing
OTM play for keeps
We got the brooms well sweep
I ain’t never lackin n***a
I always toat my heat
[HOOK]:
Dirty sprite
Hi tec
Rolling up them woods, got me higher than a jet
We turn up so bad guess why these n***as they upset
But we dont give a f**, we gone cut up, we gotta flex
f**ing on his b**h, im s**ing on all up on her chest
We pull up wit semis, dont give a f** about a vest
b**hes so in love cause i done turnt up on the rest
Running up a check
Want beef, we coming at yo ne