Key Nyata - Dirt lyrics

[Hook: Key Nyata] Boy you smoking dirt (x4) My n***as 'bout that high grade My n***as got that high grade My n***as 'bout that high grade I been gone like all day [Verse 1: Key Nyata] My n***as got that high grade I been high like all day That's why a young n***a eyes glazed Ya'll f** n***as need to stay in yo place I might take two blunts to the face I might go crazy in this place If a young n***a look me in my face I might have to pull the thang and then spray I be trying to keep things OK But these young n***as love to play I ain't even trippin' on nothing mane I ain't even trippin' 'bout NOTHING mane All these n***as just playing around All these hoes just laying 'round I'm trying to get my cash up I'm trying to get my gold crown Young n***a already run the town Thraxxhouse, n***a it's goin' down I'ma show up with real lean I'ma show up with your girlfriend And I came back, n***a swerved in Came back, and I'm throwin money Cause I just got off tour b**h [Larry June] Now hey hey, sweetheart Don't just go that fast now Sweetie, listen this is Thraxxhouse OGG now, Yeah baby Sock it to me Do you understand sweetie, this could be life changing decision, now Now, come here closer baby Sock it to me! Yeah baby [Hook: Key Nyata] Boy you smoking dirt (x4) My n***as 'bout that high grade My n***as got that high grade My n***as 'bout that high grade I been gone like all day [Verse 2: Larry June] Aye, 22's on my grey coupe God damn, everything coming steady Had to hit the b**h, like, "Hold on Why the f** you smoking all that b**boo lettuce?" I'm f**ing hoes playing R. Kelly Now I believe that I can fly (sh**!) f** the rap game Everyday I'm outside (Aye) Dropped outta school (Sock it to me) Bought another tool (Yeah baby) When you walk in, put it in my hand Hoe, don't be rude (Yes Lord) Now my shows overseas (God damn) And my b**hes is, too (Yee hee) You sold dreams to the b**h (Aye Aye) But they never came true (sh**!) 100 bales of that Arizona Running through them like a marathon How you get this f**ing number, n***a? Hang up, hit the trap phone Did a jugg 'round three something Bounced back with a 20 piece Hopped out screaming Thraxxhouse TFM, OGG (Yee Hee) [Hook: Key Nyata] Boy you smoking dirt (x4) My n***as 'bout that high grade My n***as got that high grade My n***as 'bout that high grade I been gone like all day