[Produced by Scoop DeVille]
[Intro: Dyemond Lewis]
I ain't gonna let them n***as touch me if I'm dirty, homie
Dyemond came up out the rough, we do them dirty, homie
[Hook: Dyemond Lewis]
Y'all trynna f** me over
They all trynna f** me over
Y'all trynna f** me over
They all trynna f** me over
[Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis]
n***as 'round you all got motives
n***as 'round me know I'm good doley
With the dime bag hidden in the compartment
And no girl on the phone trynna start sh**
Plus I gotta go back to this one-bedroom apartment
And now the five-kids mom make me the target
A lot of pain on my mind, no concussion
Probably from the sh** that we got in production
Don't you hate when n***as try to fit into discussion
They ain't talking money or anything constructive
I piss silver, I sh** gold
I'm an alchemist, b**h, if you don't know
And I keep it real G like the Masons do
Plus I got the last name of a Mason too
First name is a girl's best friend
Big ol' booty, take her to the West End
And it bounce with the jeans around the bubble
I'm a Brooklyn n***a, blue Timbs, blue bubble coat
But I don't trust them as far as I could throw 'em
You can smoke with 'em, that don't mean that you know 'em
I think they all trynna f** me over
You can be the pimp, or the prostitute
You can talk about it, or just execute
I need your money, your b**h
And if your ex is cute, then I'mma need her too
[Hook: Dyemond Lewis]
Y'all trynna f** me over
They all trynna f** me over
Y'all trynna f** me over
They all trynna f** me over
[Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]
Lately I've been trynna live, but sh** backwards
Keep my legs behind my back while I pack the backwood
Good sh**, no bad words
Just bad girls with the good back work
And these pussies be fronting, good actors
Uh, they all trynna f** me over, and I ain't hearing half of it
I'm smoking on a half of zip
And frankly I'mma have to dip
Honey and some Henny
Mommy taste better when she have a sip
Just have a sip, you ever have this sh**
Trynna f** me over and over again
I live for the highs then I'm sober again
I'm living in the cell and I can show you the pen
And I don't need to rock j**els when I be dropping these gems
Dirty on the flow, back at it again
I got 47 problems, coagulate to solve
Life is like a fat spliff, face it with a fat lip
It hits so nice, chase it with some Henny
And a fat acid bad b**h with trippy habits
She count my pretty pennies while I'm stacking up my actions
47 invading only capable with tactics
Bust heads when I drop a tracklist
I make 'em pop another tablet
You can call that a smash hit
Back to the future when I hit it from the back
I'm way past this, making straight cla**ics, man
They trynna f** me over for the longest, and I'm just laughing, n***a
[Bridge: Dirty Sanchez]
n***as trynna do me dirty, but I'm Dirty, homie
n***as trynna do me dirty, but I'm Dirty, homie
[Hook: Dyemond Lewis]
Y'all trynna f** me over
They all trynna f** me over
Y'all trynna f** me over
They all trynna f** me over
[Outro: Dyemond Lewis]
I ain't gonna let them n***as touch me if I'm dirty, homie
Dyemond came up out the rough, we do them dirty, homie
[Hook: Dyemond Lewis]
Y'all trynna f** me over
They all trynna f** me over
Y'all trynna f** me over
They all trynna f** me over